F is for Flirt - Gen Fic Day
For the Vala Alphabet soup, I wrote the following Drabble
F is for Flirt
F is for Flirt
Vala had a reputation and she knew it. She knew they all teased her when she wasn't in the room and some even did so when she was standing next to them. It never bothered her, really. After seeing life through the eyes of Qetesh, rumors and knowing nods were minuscule next to ordering genocide. Especially when it was true, but the truth is always twisted and complicated.
Sam got it - Sam understood. Vala would get an eye-roll or knowing grin or sad pat on the shoulder from Sam as Vala smiled, glanced through coyly downcast eyes, and walked triumphantly away with a plate of hot cookies. Or a toss of the hair and a shimmy in the walk while arguing for Daniel's release from the Ori-following tribe followed by a deep exhale and inhale that might have sounded like a sob. With hard eyes, Vala would curl up next to a tavern keeper on a planet while the boys would glare and scuff their boots, and Vala would walk away with information on the rumored Sodan survivors or another story on Merlin. Once home, Vala would stand under the streaming hot water for just a few minutes more and Sam would show up in her room with a bottle of wine and stories of her own.
"It's not only men you flirt with," Sam once said as they were reloading their P90s behind a wall - Vala thought it might have been a bakery based on the shelves. Sam shifted her body weight and unloaded the clip into the odd monster-thing that had been chasing them for hours, then turned and continued with a grin, "You love this stuff. Flirting with danger and such."
Vala looked at her quizzically, "Isn't that the title of one of those Romance novels I borrowed from Cassie?" She peered over in the direction the boys were suppose to be setting up the claymore-rigged trap. "They're taking their precious time, aren't they?"
"Yep," replied Sam, her clipped words the only hint at her exhaustion and then the signal came the trap was set.
"I suppose next time we should handle this ourselves, then?" Vala asked as she slid a knee underneath her, ready to run.
"As always," Sam replied. "But next time, Cam is the bait."
Two hours later, they were stepping back through the gate flush with victory. As the walked down the ramp, masking limps so they wouldn't be sent to Dr. Lam, Vala turned to Sam and said, "It's not really the danger and it's not really flirting. It's life and it's living it and after everything, I don't have a choice but to live it as richly as possible."
Sam nodded and Vala took a deep breath and exhaled, squared her shoulders and twisted her frozen mouth into a smile that would melt butter.
F is for Flirt
F is for Flirt
Vala had a reputation and she knew it. She knew they all teased her when she wasn't in the room and some even did so when she was standing next to them. It never bothered her, really. After seeing life through the eyes of Qetesh, rumors and knowing nods were minuscule next to ordering genocide. Especially when it was true, but the truth is always twisted and complicated.
Sam got it - Sam understood. Vala would get an eye-roll or knowing grin or sad pat on the shoulder from Sam as Vala smiled, glanced through coyly downcast eyes, and walked triumphantly away with a plate of hot cookies. Or a toss of the hair and a shimmy in the walk while arguing for Daniel's release from the Ori-following tribe followed by a deep exhale and inhale that might have sounded like a sob. With hard eyes, Vala would curl up next to a tavern keeper on a planet while the boys would glare and scuff their boots, and Vala would walk away with information on the rumored Sodan survivors or another story on Merlin. Once home, Vala would stand under the streaming hot water for just a few minutes more and Sam would show up in her room with a bottle of wine and stories of her own.
"It's not only men you flirt with," Sam once said as they were reloading their P90s behind a wall - Vala thought it might have been a bakery based on the shelves. Sam shifted her body weight and unloaded the clip into the odd monster-thing that had been chasing them for hours, then turned and continued with a grin, "You love this stuff. Flirting with danger and such."
Vala looked at her quizzically, "Isn't that the title of one of those Romance novels I borrowed from Cassie?" She peered over in the direction the boys were suppose to be setting up the claymore-rigged trap. "They're taking their precious time, aren't they?"
"Yep," replied Sam, her clipped words the only hint at her exhaustion and then the signal came the trap was set.
"I suppose next time we should handle this ourselves, then?" Vala asked as she slid a knee underneath her, ready to run.
"As always," Sam replied. "But next time, Cam is the bait."
Two hours later, they were stepping back through the gate flush with victory. As the walked down the ramp, masking limps so they wouldn't be sent to Dr. Lam, Vala turned to Sam and said, "It's not really the danger and it's not really flirting. It's life and it's living it and after everything, I don't have a choice but to live it as richly as possible."
Sam nodded and Vala took a deep breath and exhaled, squared her shoulders and twisted her frozen mouth into a smile that would melt butter.