Summary: Carter decides to go to Bike Week in Daytona. Vala goes along.
Notes: I have no idea where this came from. But it does sound like fun...
Disclaimer: It's time for the disclaimer song! ...ummm... Does anybody out there know one?
THE BIKER BABES OF SG-1
By screaminheathen69
Samantha Carter begged, cajoled, wheedled and even pouted until she got the two weeks leave she wanted. It was coming up on Bike Week in Daytona, and she intended to ride her vintage Indian all the way to Florida to join in the fesivities. She was a bit disappointed when Jack told her he couldn't go, but shrugged and decided to go anyway.
It wasn't like she was incapable of having fun without him, right?
So she got everything arranged, made sure none of her ongoing projects would blow up while she was gone, and got her bike in perfect running order. She was in an irritatingly good mood for the last week leading up to her trip.
Three days before her leave started, she was in her lab fiddling with an Ancient gizmo that SG-12 had found when Vala came in and plopped down in a chair. "Ready to leave, are you?" She was rather bored. Daniel was off in England researching some Ancient thing or other, and Mitchell had gone with Teal'c to try and smooth relations with the Jaffa Council.
Sam grinned. "Yup! Been wanting to go to Bike Week for years."
"And you're going to ride your motorbike all the way down there?" Vala asked. She was an avid fan of 'American Chopper', but for the life of her, she didn't quite get what the appeal of riding around on one of those two wheeled death machines was.
Sam grinned even wider and nodded. "Oh, yeah. It's gonna be great!"
"But it seems, well, unsafe. And I should think that a bug hitting you in the face at seventy miles an hour would be quite painful."
Sam laughed. "It can be dangerous, if you're not careful. But so can pretty much anything else. Look at what we do for a living, for cryin' out loud."
"True. I still don't see the appeal, though."
Sam thought about it for a minute, then looked at her watch. "You have any plans for tonight?"
"'Mythbusters' marathon on the Discovery Channel. Why?"
"I'm off duty at 1700. Why don't you come home with me tonight. I'll take you for a ride, and maybe you can decide if you can see what the appeal is."
Vala cocked her head to one side and quirked an eyebrow. "Can we stop at O'Malley's and for steak and beer?"
"Absolutely."
Vala grinned and jumped up. "You're on. I'll meet you topside at 1700." She barreled out of the lab to go get changed. She did so enjoy getting out of the mountain.
Sam laughed and went back to fiddling. This oughta be interesting...
By eight o'clock, Vala was sold. And how. "I have got to get me one of these!"
Sam laughed as she pulled into the lot at O'Malley's. "That does tend to be the reaction."
Vala was gushing. "I so get it now! The whole 'wind in your face' thing. And the vibration is rather pleasant, too," she said, grinning that huge toothy Vala grin and waggling her eyebrows. Sam blushed, but couldn't really argue the point.
They found a table and placed their order. Sam took a sip of her diet Coke (she was driving, after all), and studied Vala, who was staring longingly out the window at a Harley parked outside. "You really think you'd like to get one?"
"Absolutely! I'm sure I can come up with enough currency to purchase one."
Sam chuckled. "I'm sure you could, but I'm not gonna ask how. Have you gotten your driver's liscence yet?"
Vala shook her head, her smile fading a bit. "I've been studying, and practice driving whenever I get the chance, but Daniel doesn't think I'm quite ready to take the test yet."
"Why's that?"
Vala scrunched up her face. "Err... Well, did you happen to notice the rather large dent on Daniel's car the other day?"
Sam had to force down a laugh. "Your work, I take it?"
"He was not a happy camper. I swear that other car was cloaked. Or something."
Sam did laugh now. Daniel loved his car. "It happens. Tell you what, you can practice with me if you want. When the time comes, I'll help you with the motorcycle test."
The huge grin came back. "That would be wonderful! I can't wait to get my own motorbike. I wonder if I can put together enough currency to get one of those 'American Choppers'?"
"One step at a time. Driver's liscence first, biker's liscence second. If you can pilot a Goa'uld cargo ship, I'm reasonably sure you can do this."
They sat and chatted and laughed while they ate, then rode around for a bit longer before heading back to Carter's house. Vala was staying the night and riding back to the base with Sam in the morning.After kicking off their boots and cracking open a bottle of wine, they relaxed in the living room. "So, what is there to do at this 'Bike Week'? I mean, I certainly enjoy riding, but I would think that riding about on a motorbike for a week would get a bit tiresome."
Sam laughed and started filling her in on some of the many places to go and things to do at Bike Week. It took a while. As she wound down, she smiled and gave a little shrug. "And if all that isn't enough, it is Daytona Beach after all. Great place to catch some rays."
Vala sipped her wine, soaking it all in. "Sounds like fun. I believe I shall have to go and see for myself, once I have my own motorbike."
Sam poured herself another glass, an idea forming. "You're not scheduled for any missions for the next two weeks, are you?"
"No, not with the rest of the team off doing their own things. Why?"
"Why don't you come with me? It'd be a long trip on the back of the bike, but I'm sure you'd have a good time."
Vala opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, too surprised to answer right away. She and Sam had become friends over the last few months, but the invitation to go with her on her much anticipated vacation took her completely by surprise. "Really?"
Sam nodded, grinning. "Yup."
"I wouldn't be intruding? I know you've been wanting to take this trip for a long time..."
"If I didn't want you to come, I wouldn't have asked. It'll be more fun with the both of us. And I know how tired you are of being cooped up in the mountain."
Vala rolled her eyes. "You have no idea." She thought about it for a minute, then grinned. "I'd love to come. Do you think we can get me clearance?"
"Well, I do know a certain general that owes me a few favors..."
Two days and several called in favors later, it was time to go. They were leaving straight from the mountain, so Sam rode her Indian to work. She was very nearly late when she got to talking with the two airmen on guard duty that were openly drooling over the classic motorcycle.
The day couldn't seem to go by fast enough. When 1700 hours finally rolled around, Sam practically sprinted to the locker room to get changed. She and Vala caused a bit of a stir as they left, both decked out in their leathers, with Sam on the receiving end of several double-takes. On a whim, she'd dyed her hair a flaming red. She had decided that Lt. Col. Samantha Carter was getting left at the SGC. For the next two weeks, it was just Sam and Vala and whatever adventures they could find.
When they got to the parking lot, they were surprised to find General Landry, Dr. Lam and the rest of SG-1 there. All of them slack-jawed at the sight of the biker babes of SG-1. "What are you guys doing here?" Sam asked, hugging Daniel.
"Well," Mitchell drawled, "how often do you actually go on a vacation that's an actual vacation?"
"Right," said Daniel, laughing. "We just wanted to see you off and wish you a good time."
"Indeed," said Teal'c with that little smile of his as Vala jumped up and gave him one of her wrap around hugs.
Carolyn nudged Sam, grinning. "Love the hair."
Sam ran a hand through the bright red tresses. "It's a little brighter than I planned, but I figured what the Hell. Who says blondes have more fun?"
Daniel was studying them. "Umm, you're going to Daytona, right?"
"Yup."
"The one in Florida, right?"
"Is there more than one Daytona Beach?" asked Vala. She was still learning her Earth geography, after all.
"Er, no. But, I was just wondering... Isn't it going be awfully hot riding around down there in all that leather?"
"The thought had occured to us," Sam said dryly. She and Vala dug something out of their jacket pockets.
"See? We've already acquired appropriate clothing." They were both holding up brightly colored scraps of cloth.
Cam squinted. "What is that? Dental floss?"
"No, silly." Vala held one of the scraps up to her chest. "Samantha tells me this is called a 'bikini'. Quite fetching, don't you think?"
Sam and Carolyn were both choking back laughter as Cam and Daniel turned the most interesting shades of red. Teal'c was grinning appreciatively. Landry just rolled his eyes and gave them both a quick hug. "Have fun, the both of you. And try not to get into too much trouble."
Sam giggled as she sat down on the bike. "Trouble, sir? Us?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," Vala said, huge grin in place as she climbed into the sidecar Sam had attached to the Indian. She wasn't sure where Carter had come up with it on such short notice, but she appreciated the thoughtfullness of it.
"Go. Shoo," Landry said, making a shooing gesture.
Vala flipped him a sloppy salute. "Yessir! You heard the man, driver. Make with the shooing."
Sam kicked the old bike to life, threw a wave over her shoulder and popped the clutch. They tore out of the lot, Vala waving her arms in the air and screaming 'yahoo!' at the top of her lungs.
As they started walking back into the mountain, Cam grinned. "So, anybody taking any bets on when somebody has to go bail those two out of jail?"
General Landry laughed. "Walter started a pool yesterday. I think it's already up to around three grand."
Daniel quirked a brow. "I think I need to go talk to Walter."
"Me too," said Cam.
"Indeed," said Teal'c.
"You people will bet on anything," said Carolyn, rolling her eyes.
"What are you down for?" asked Cam, shooting her a knowing look.
Carolyn shrugged, sheepishly. "Next Tuesday. Anytime after lunch."
"Nah," said Daniel, pushing the button for level twenty eight. "No way they'll last that long."
"Friday, I believe. Saturday at the latest," said Teal'c.
"Yup," said Cam.
"Twenty dollars says it's not 'til after the weekend," Carolyn said, waving a twenty under Cam's nose.
"You're on."
Miles down the road, oblivious to the betting going on in their wake, the Daytona bound biker babes of SG-1 relaxed as they left the SGC behind them and reveled in the open road before them. For the next two Ori free weeks, they were simply going to have fun. And oh, what fun they had. But that, well, that is a story for another time.
Not necessarily the end...
'To thee no star be dark...'
