Just a short little introspective ficlet for the Cam/Vala prompt run on GW. Bring you own shippy goggles.

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It was all to do with movement, he'd decided.

She was always moving, like she was simple not capable of being still.

Like if she stopped moving, even if only for a second then everything she'd done or had done to her - by Quetesh, the Ori, Adria, everyone - would come crashing in on her, destroying her carefully constructed carefree persona.

He suspected that when that finally happened it would be a breakdown of epic proportions. After all, she never did anything by halves.

So she moved. She fluttered and gestured and bounced and squirmed in her chair in the middle of briefings in the most distracting manner. Then again, he suspected that was the point. It was distracting (to him anyway, the rest of SG-1 didn't seem to be bothered at all) the way she was always moving, drawing his eye until he found himself compelled to look, to make sure she WAS still moving, was still whole and joking and flirting and driving Jackson crazy.

To make sure she was still his Vala.

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