Hand-in-Hand and Headlong | Vala/Baal (SG1) [FRC]
Title: Hand-in-Hand and Headlong
Author: obsessivemuch1
Fandom: SG1
Characters: Vala/Baal's host
Table: 11
Prompt: #15 It's Not Over
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine
She can’t run any more - her legs are killing her and there’s a pain in her side. It stopped being funny about ten minutes ago. Right about the time they started shooting at them.
“That was a terrible plan,” she pants, fist shoved against her hip as she tries to ease the cramp. He grins at her.
“It really was, wasn’t it?”
“It’s not funny!”
He shrugs and peers out from the rock they’re hiding behind. “What’s wrong, Qetesh? Lost your desire to liberate treasure?”
“It’s Vala and when there are guns, yes!”
“You’re no fun.”
“And you were saner with that damn symbiote in your head.” She hauls in a breath and says a word Daniel once told her shouldn’t be uttered in polite company. Good thing she’s not, then. “You came up with better plans, too.”
He laughs and throws her a look, eyes glittering with amusement and life. Her stomach flips and she wants to swear again. It’s not fair that he should be quite that good looking.
“I think they’re coming again. We need to get to the ‘Gate.”
Vala rolls her eyes. “Well, duh. But how exactly are we going to do that?”
He stands and holds out a hand. “We run. Come on, Vala - there’s no rest for the wicked.”
She opens her mouth, then gives up. He is, still; Extraction hasn’t had anywhere near the effect the Tok’ra would have liked. She does, though what that says about her she’s no idea.
“Apparently not.” She takes his hand and he pulls her up and then close, eyes suddenly dark. “You have terrible timing, you know?” she remarks, but doesn’t fight him off. He might be bad at plans, but he’s pretty good at that.
A shot explodes almost at their feet, and she jerks back. He laughs again and then they’re running, hand -in-hand and headlong, laughter rising into the clear blue sky as they make their escape.
Author: obsessivemuch1
Fandom: SG1
Characters: Vala/Baal's host
Table: 11
Prompt: #15 It's Not Over
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine
She can’t run any more - her legs are killing her and there’s a pain in her side. It stopped being funny about ten minutes ago. Right about the time they started shooting at them.
“That was a terrible plan,” she pants, fist shoved against her hip as she tries to ease the cramp. He grins at her.
“It really was, wasn’t it?”
“It’s not funny!”
He shrugs and peers out from the rock they’re hiding behind. “What’s wrong, Qetesh? Lost your desire to liberate treasure?”
“It’s Vala and when there are guns, yes!”
“You’re no fun.”
“And you were saner with that damn symbiote in your head.” She hauls in a breath and says a word Daniel once told her shouldn’t be uttered in polite company. Good thing she’s not, then. “You came up with better plans, too.”
He laughs and throws her a look, eyes glittering with amusement and life. Her stomach flips and she wants to swear again. It’s not fair that he should be quite that good looking.
“I think they’re coming again. We need to get to the ‘Gate.”
Vala rolls her eyes. “Well, duh. But how exactly are we going to do that?”
He stands and holds out a hand. “We run. Come on, Vala - there’s no rest for the wicked.”
She opens her mouth, then gives up. He is, still; Extraction hasn’t had anywhere near the effect the Tok’ra would have liked. She does, though what that says about her she’s no idea.
“Apparently not.” She takes his hand and he pulls her up and then close, eyes suddenly dark. “You have terrible timing, you know?” she remarks, but doesn’t fight him off. He might be bad at plans, but he’s pretty good at that.
A shot explodes almost at their feet, and she jerks back. He laughs again and then they’re running, hand -in-hand and headlong, laughter rising into the clear blue sky as they make their escape.