A sequel to "say goodnight, not goodbye"

A sequel to "say goodnight, not goodbye".

Disclaimer: I still don't own stargate…

Cam lay in his bed, sore from head to foot, cursing his stupidity for sparring with Sheppard. His eyes still closed, he tried to lift his arms above his head to stretch, but his right arm was trapped. Confused, he opened his eyes and looked over, surprised to see a mass of black hair covering his arm.

He thought back to last night, and couldn't quite remember coming back to his quarters.

Gently, so as not to wake her, he brought his other arm up and pulled enough hair away from her face so he could see who she was. He nearly had a heart attack.

Pulling the covers off, he realized they were both wearing only their undergarments.

"What the hell?" he whispered, trying hard to remember what had happened. He hadn't been drinking, he was sure.

There was a soft knock on the door. Before he could react, Daniel walked into his room.

"Hey, Mitchell, Sam's looking for …" he trailed off, shocked at what he saw before him. "What the hell?"

Cam started to say that it so wasn't what it looked like, but then Vala started to stir, and turned over and leaned into Cam.

"What is this?" Daniel asked again.

"Hmm?" Vala mumbled. "Daniel?"

"Vala, get up," Cameron said, moving away from her on the bed. "Jackson, I swear I don't know how she got here."

"Yeah, right," Daniel muttered.

Vala blinked her eyes open a few times, trying to get her bearings. Then she remembered bringing Cam back to his room, and looked around, seeing Cam.

"Hi," she said, closing her eyes again.

"Vala," came another voice.

Her eyes snapped open. "Daniel."

His eyes bore into hers.

"What's going on?" she wondered.

"That's what I'd like to know," Cam and Daniel said at the same time.

"Why are you in my bed?" Cam asked.

"Because you said I could sleep here," Vala answered simply, staring back at forth between the two men.

"Why did I say that?"

Vala shrugged. "I don't know, you're the one who said it."

Daniel cleared his voice. "Why don't we start off simple. Why are you in his room in the first place?"

"Oh, that's easy," Vala answered. "He needed help back to his room after his sparring match with Col. Sheppard, and by the time I helped him back here, I was tired, so I just went to sleep here. He was pretty out of it."

"Okay," Cam said. "I think I remember that. So there was no alcohol involved?"

Vala shook her head, getting a headache. "Daniel, what are you doing here?"

Daniel said, slightly relieved, " I came to tell Mitchell that Sam was looking for him. Why are your clothes off?"

Vala looked down at herself, and then at Cameron. "Oh, I usually sleep in the buff, but decided not to under the circumstances. He was complaining in his sleep that he was too hot, so I took off his shirt and pants."

"You took my clothes off without my permission?" Cam asked, ignoring the shiver that gave him.

"Not exactly," Vala told him. You still have your boxers on, and you looked and felt really warm. I thought I was helping you."

She stood from the bed and pulled on her clothing as she walked to the door, trying to move past Daniel.

"Excuse me, please," she tried politely, but he didn't budge. "Daniel?"

He looked down at her. "Come with me to my office, Vala," he said, turning and leaving.

Vala rolled her eyes. Sure, now he wants to see me. Boys are so annoying.