Jeannie was pretty sure that SG-1 had not expected her to get shot at when they’d taken her offworld to fix the malfunctioning thingetyjibbet.

“Don’t you ever wonder?” Vala asks, bouncing the ball with both hands. “After all this time with them?”

There is one basketball in Atlantis. And then there’s Vala.

Demeter and Persephone fistfight in heaven.

Vala can’t reconcile what she hears from Teal’c.

When the door opens, a wave of tiny stings travels down Vala’s scalp, down her spine, and settles heavy as lead in her belly.

The problem is that it’s three days until Christmas and he’s stuck in a crowded Barnes and Noble near the Citadel because if he hadn’t gone off base he was going to send both Jackson and Vala Mal Doran through a wormhole and not bother to take down the ad

Long, intricately plotted future AU, taking a turn for the dark after Quest Part I. More than a little twisty, and needing more than one read to understand what’s going on, but well worth the investment.

The first time he met her (at least according to his memory), she was cozied up to the bar at Milliways, drinking something that looked vaguely like an off-putting Goa’uld cocktail, and he was drinking the closest thing Milliways had to Miller Lite (which

“Hi,” John said, juggling his lunch tray and his dessert cup. “Anyone sitting here?” “No, no, go right ahead,” said Vala. She perked up as John slid into the seat, flashing him a smile full of teeth. John hesitated, then bared his teeth amiably, biting in

I see things as they might be and say,’Why not?’

When he was a kid, he had airplane dreams. Fight and flight and pin-up girls with short shorts and long legs and bow mouths. Cameron’s always been an old-fashioned kind of guy, starting slow, making long strokes with circled hands, fingers tightening to t

A faint ache remains, like a memory of an old wound. What it means, to have been a host.

snickers

“How did she get up there?” Daniel Jackson would have sounded annoyed; Teal’c himself was mildly bemused; Colonel Mitchell was staring unabashedly up, his head tilted back, an incredulous, entertained, interested look on his face.

Daniel sighed from where he sat on the infirmary bed, Vala’s hand grasped tight in his as she sat next to him, legs swinging back and forth. The urge to reach over and pull her stupid pigtails was strong within him.

There’s a weird little party going on under the fluorescent lights of the base’s main kitchen.

The reverential gesture turned to a clenched fist against his brow when he heard Vala say brightly, “Oh, nice hat. You could put someone’s eye out with that, you know.”