What's Wrong with a Little Futzing?
spacegypsy1
Sequel to ~ What Part of Non Interference Don't You Understand? Esmeralda can't stop trying to tweak Daniel and Vala's life/memories. It's a calling.
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Chapter One
ESMERALDA
Futzing is not at all like interfering. I would never change the natural flow of their life, not ever... well not the flow, but maybe the speed of the flow. Or the intensity. If someone or something does not give them the time and environment they need to move on...well it could be disastrous.
It is somewhat akin to cloud watching, catching sight of the movement of one cloud and following it as it morphs in color, shape and size moving to amalgamate with another. That's how to guide the stream of consciousness. I float, tweaking my plan.
What I have figured out so far is that my multi-ascended friend, Daniel Jackson, is part genius and part idiot savant. The latter being his ineptitude to see past his past. I believe in the physical world where he comes from this is thought to be due to some trauma, and explained, quite erroneously, as a psychological condition...balderdash!
He is in need of a good hard whack upside the back of the head with the cosmic two-by-four!
Now, he has imposed a moratorium on Vala about strict birth control. The poor Earthling...adopted Earthling that is, Vala, is just so sad, and happy of course to be with her Daniel. I am still unsure of how that actually transpires...the sad/happy thing. But I am learning.
The act of baby making seems to be one of our once, thrice, or many more ascended friend's best skills.
The chemical interference to the actual production of a sweet little baby however is quite new to me.
Daniel's thoughts, when he is quiet and alone, are jumbled up with visions of babies and children. So I am here to help. To clear his way to where he wants to be. He is very capable of getting there on his own, but there are only so many years a corporeal human female can actually make babies!
Vala could use a course in subtlety. Alright, I can see why he might have a bit of an attitude – however – if he could stop his overworked brain for one instance and actually listen...beneath the whining...he would actually see the future happiness he subconsciously dreams about.
The couple is ensconced in their little Costa Rican hide out. And with the exception of Vala's understandable whining and Daniel's annoying insistence on no children- for a list of reasons - all seems to be going well. Strange, but well.
And of course, I have a nice simple – and this time well thought out - plan for futzing.
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VALA
At night, as I sleep and Daniel sits before the cozy fire staring at it like a blind little monkey, that is after he has left our rather incredible bed activities, I dream. It's more like a chat with someone – I call her my angel... Esmeralda is a name that came to me in my dreams, so, therefore, that's what I call her, Esmeralda.
I will never tell anyone, not even Daniel, because if Dr. Hutchinson gets wind of that...well, we all know what that would mean...Daniel's old padded cell for me! Of course I know about the padded cell. Mitchell tells old SG-1 events like stories whenever we have a campfire.
Before our very nice flight to this Costa Rica place we had been run through what Daniel called the gauntlet. IOA, Dr. Hutchinson, General O'Neill and General Landry and even Mitchell had spent hours questioning us.
Neither Daniel nor I remember a single thing from our time as missing in action. But, and after speaking with Daniel on the flight, both of us feel this was all some kind of joke. Nothing happened to us. Except for some reason we figured out we were in love, but that has nothing to do with...that.
We are perfectly sane and have not a scratch on us. And except for my angel visitation, which, yes, of course could be my overactive imagination, we are normal. Though I am not quite sure I was ever normal to begin with.
There was a bit of what Mitchell called a glitch...everyone wanted to know exactly what we were doing wanting to go off to some undisclosed location...together.
We lied. We didn't even discuss a 'story' before we were separated and barbequed...ah...grilled, but somehow it worked out. We wanted to get away, rest, and knew it was best to watch each other's back. I did slip up once, saying I wanted to 'wash' Daniel's back, but luckily that was in my long and bizarre discussion with Dr. Hutchinson...who of course knows about my little problem with Tau'ri words.
Not to worry, we're deliriously happy. Except he's insisting on no children for a while. Does he know how old I am? Ha! I'll get him to come around soon. I can assure you I have a plan or at the very least I am planning to plan.
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DANIEL
The woman drives me nuts, and I frequently wonder what the hell am I doing having this wild affair ...er...relationship with Vala! What possessed me to whisk her off to this paradise? Sure, I admit that I am in love with her. And whatever happened before has nothing to do with my feelings towards her now.
That entire Adam and Eve theory? I don't think that sounds like Ancients to me. And I should know. Besides, no way would I run around in a fig leaf! Vala? That's another story, the things she wears! Holy buckets!
Anyway, here we are in Costa Rica. In Rogelio's little hideout he purchased with the money from the SGC, plus a little extra Bill and I chipped in. He's off in Honduras – his native country – back to playing at being a guide. He's working for the cash to fix that broken down jeep behind the hut.
There's been a few close calls, close to arguing that is - as she whines about having babies. Okay, she doesn't always whine, she's exceptionally brilliant in her argument. I'll admit it sounds wonderful, but I know how it will turn out, or might turn out...or could turn out.
I never expected to live this long. Not since I joined SG-1. Not for a second did I think I'd fall in love again. I never imagined I could be this happy. And I have never, ever, thought that I would even for a millisecond consider children – not since Abydos.
My history reads like a very bad novel. Pain and heartache – until now. And of course that one incredible year with Sha're. How I missed her! I try to avoid thoughts of her, especially now since Vala. It's only because for some reason when I think of Sha're I think of Shifu and the unbearable pain I felt upon seeing Sha're pregnant with another's...child. The child we had both wished for.
There's a clue in those thoughts. Sha're and I lived our lives far away from the madness. If I'd never opened...I can't go there. We might have been happy, we might not have been. But I wouldn't trade this...this time with Vala. Okay, so it confuses me.
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CARTER
It always feels good to be back at the SGC and sitting around the conference table with the old gang, as well as the new Band. Except today, things are a bit odd. Both Daniel and Vala are absent and the discussion is getting way to personal. Thanks to Jack.
That man can't leave good enough alone. He's like a kid that likes to play with rattlesnakes just to see them rattle their tails!
I don't think I've been grilled this hard since my very first meeting in this room. Everyone wants the scientific facts...and there are none. There is no way to prove the Ancients interfered. Or that Daniel and Vala were actually some Alteran's play toys in Eden. Although, with them suddenly taking off for a tropical paradise...it does seem suspect. But without proof it all means nothing.
I don't know what Cam, Teal'c and I were thinking to hypothesize the Adam and Eve scenario and then relay that to General Landry. It opened up more than a can of worms...it's more like a planet sized wasp's nest!
JACK
"Carter!" That's the second time I've tried to get her attention and still she sits there staring blankly across the table, right over my left shoulder. What the hell is going on in that megawatt brain of hers? And do I really want to know? Of course I do.
Every question asked of her gets back an "I don't know" and not a one followed by "yet". That's scary coming from Carter. If she can't figure it out, we're all wasting valuable time. Except for me. All I've got to go back to are papers to be read and signed. Yeah, my life sucks.
Mitchell's being very closed mouthed. He hates to think about Danny and the Pirate, or Princess as he calls her. Poor guy, having to deal with that. Cause if it turns out those two are doing the deed, it could make Mitchell's life a living hell. Either way it goes he's toast... they stay on SG-1 and make him whacko or one of them goes and makes him whacko.
Crap, better him than me. I'd just have them both neutered and be done with it.
We all know there's a fifty/fifty chance those two are shaking up. Daniel...you dog!
TEAL'C
I would very much like to be out of this room. The discussion has gone in many directions, depending on who is speaking. Ancients, unknown aliens, alternate universe, phasing out – that was ColonelMitchell's contribution, and even some Ori remnant.
Understanding the point of this meeting is beyond my grasp. As ColonelCarter said earlier...we will probably never know.
Apparently, the point is to let O'Neill close this file. He being the one that keeps the debate open is in direct contrast to his mission.
The temptation to interject my own thoughts which are well founded has been difficult to overcome. Whatever happened to DanielJackson and ValaMalDoran be it Ancients or aliens did not alter – but perhaps escalated - their natural course to acknowledging their shared feelings. Their shared feelings is the one thing in this room that the other occupants want to avoid at all costs.
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DANIEL
We've been here long enough to get comfortable. I think I got too comfortable. Because I can't remember if we've been here a week or more. As I amble back outside, towards where I know she is, I think about the little fight, sort of fight, we had last night. I think things are okay now. I needed to make sure she understands we have to go slow. We can't just announce to the world that we're a couple. And I hope I've convinced, or I guess to be honest, I've stalled her for more time by saying that we've got a lot of talking to do before we even consider children. We have to plan. Make some decisions.
I stop in my tracks when I spot her. Vala in nothing but panties is a sight to behold. Especially with her on her back, toes dipped into the cool clear stream, her cotton dress tossed carelessly aside, her body glistening with coconut oil. What man wouldn't want to father her children?
The vamp! She does this on purpose. See how she keeps rubbing that oil on her belly. Gah! I'm going back inside before I...
"Daniel?" She calls, sensually arching her back.
I just hum a casual reply, sit on the bank of the stream, open the journal and stare at the words I cannot for the life of me get in focus. I really wanted to read this journal and have yet to get past page one since we arrived. It's the latest on an expedition to...
Her voice is low, sleepy, sexy as she starts up with her latest jabber. I love her rambling. "Darling," she coos, "while you were napping earlier Esme and her family from that little village-like town across the mountain stopped by. You remember, the ones with the adorable children who stopped by before? They wanted to know if they could come by tomorrow afternoon. Seems they want to teach a swimming lesson to their oldest – here. Apparently we have the deepest and widest section of water. I told them it was fine."
I fleetingly wondered if she had on her dress when they came by. I didn't ask her. I didn't want to know. I tell her sure and that I wasn't napping. I was reading. Her throaty laugh nearly sends me over the edge. "With the magazine over your face?" She challenges.
I couldn't stop myself. I lunged for her, pulled her into my arms. I think I was a hell of a lot safer in the middle of the fight with the Ori! Surely its just the newness, it will wear off in a while. This insane constant need to make love to her. At some point it should be a little more controllable. But what if it isn't, what if in fifty years I'm still lusting after Vala? I guess that wouldn't be so bad.
~TBC