Title: Camping Can Be Fun

Author: spacegypsy1

Rating: Teen +
Category: Action/Adventure/Romance
Season: After Season 10
Featured Character(s): Jack, Sam, Daniel, Vala, Teal'c, Mitchell
Pairings: D/V and J/S

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks MariShal and Supershipper. Clearing debris!

Synopsis: Chapter 7: The nutty, laughing world of Sam and Vala. Scratches, scrapes, and Nox hair, Teal'c to the rescue, befuddled Jack and Mitchell, Jack and Daniel banter. Musical sleeping arrangements continue.

Chapter Seven: First Aid and Sleeping Arrangements

In the clearing, Teal'c comforted Sam, checking for serious injury.

"I haven't forgiven you," Vala wrapped her arms around Daniel's neck as he knelt to hug her in relief.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?" He rubbed his hands up and down her arms and legs.

"Everywhere. I hurt everywhere, but it's nothing serious.

"Can you stand up?"

"I think so."

Supporting her Daniel helped her up. He wiped at dried mud on her face and she winced. Using his thumb he gently traced a scratch on her cheek.

"Will I be scarred?"

"Horribly." He teased, eyes twinkling.

"I still hate you." She knocked his shoulder with the palm of her hand, then winced at the sting it caused her.

"I know." He kissed the scratch on her cheek, tucked muddied hair behind her ear, took her hands, palms up, and inspected the abrasions.

"ColonelCarter apparently has a sprained ankle, some scratches; otherwise she appears to be well."

"He's been rattling on like that all day." Vala whispered to Daniel who had no idea what she was talking about.

When they finally reached the top, Vala laid on the wet ground. Sam, still leaning on Teal'c began to laugh and Vala, still prone on the soil, joined her. Teal'c smiled. Then Mitchell and Jack were laughing.

"I don't get it." His comment sent them over the edge and they shared a moment of hysterical laughter. Daniel glared at them.

"Holy Hannah, was I surprised! Swoosh! I was flying feet first." Sam paused to catch her breath, "down the mud slide. I had no idea Vala was right behind me…" more laughter bubbled up. "and.. until I… then she slid head first to a … stop beside me!" Sam held her sides, bending over in laughter.

Swiping at the twigs, leaves and mud in her hair, Vala grinned at Sam.

"ValaMalDoran," Teal'c, one brow raised, head tilted to the side looked at her. "You look remarkably like the Nox."

Another round of hysterical laughter followed.

Daniel shook his head.

Vala fell back to the moist earth. "I couldn't see a thing. Mud and leaves covered my eyes… " she laughed until she hiccupped.

Daniel grabbed her sides to haul her up off the ground.

"Ouch."

He pulled at her shirt, bringing it out from under the suspenders of her silly lederhosen, clear up to her bra.

She slapped at his hands. "Stop that!"

Daniel swatted her slapping hands aside, "hold still!" Looking at the cuts and scratches on her stomach, he whistled, "Where's the first aid kit?" He looked accusingly at Mitchell. Jack handed it over. No one was laughing now.

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The sun had set by the time they reached the end of the trail. Both Daniel and Jack flashlights in hand, guided the party safely into camp.

Teal'c heated water on the Coleman stove, washed up the wounded as best he could by the light of a lantern and turned them over to Mitchell.

Mitchell administered first aid and deemed them healthy enough. Told them to wash up at the stream and get to bed. "Here," he handed them both some Ibuprofen and first aid cream packets.

"Muscles?"

"Yes, ValaMalDoran?"

"Did you bring extra T-shirts?"

"I did."

"May I borrow one?"

"You can."

"Thanks," she kissed his cheek. When he returned with the large shirt, Vala held it up to her body. "It's a 'T' shirt. It's shaped like a T and it belongs to T. Isn't that clever!"

The guys scrounged up what dry wood they could find. Their pitiful attempt hissed and spit as they sipped at beer around the smoldering fire. Sam was the first to walk past, coming from the stream. She passed by them, through the lantern's light.

Mitchell, Jack, Daniel and Teal'c watched her limp past. She wore that black tank top that fitted to her curves and low rider flowing pajama bottoms. Drying her hair, towel partly over her face she missed the open mouthed stares as she ducked into the tent.

Vala, moving slowly, came next. Teal'c's big black T-shirt hit her mid thigh. She'd pulled her damp hair up in a band at the back of her head and the tail swung in rhythm with her hips. Just before she left the circle of light from the lantern, she paused, reached up and tightened the hair band, bringing the hem of the shirt ridiculously high, then dropped her arms. She disappeared into the tent.

A chorus of heavy sighs went around the dying fire.

"Well, campers, I suppose it's bed time. Danny-boy, I guess it's you and me in the SUV, being tentless and all." Jack chunked a beer can into the fire. "All in all, it was an entertaining day." .

With a stick, Daniel scooted the can out of the coals. "They could have been seriously injured!"

"Jez Daniel! What the hell has gotten into you? You're acting like a pissy teenager mom and dad dragged along!"

Daniel stood, throwing his beer can into the fire and stalked off towards the SUV.

"Nite son!" Jack called laughing.

"If you say one more word," Daniel's voice came out of the dark, "I'm going to shoot you."

"You brought a gun?' Mitchell yelled in Jackson's general direction, amazed.

"No but Jack has one under the seat of the SUV." They heard the door slam.

Sam tried to sleep on her stomach. Vala on her back. For an hour they moaned and groaned, tried to get comfortable, before both finally drifted off to fitful sleep.

Late into the night Vala woke with a horrified gasp. Sam, out cold, didn't stir. Heart beating frantically, Vala sat in the eerie darkness.

"Sam?"

No answer. Gently, Vala shook Sam's shoulder. No response. Fear tightened in Vala's chest. In her dream, the murdering hook man had ripped her stomach open, and he looked like Ori Prior Daniel!"

Kicking wildly at the sleeping bag, Vala freed herself, grabbed her flashlight and left in search of the only comfort that could calm her.

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In the SUV, Jack wrestled with his sleeping bag zipper. Again. "Crap!"

"What now!" Daniel's tone was angry.

"Nothing!"

"Then go to sleep."

"You go to sleep."

"Jack!"

"Daniel!"

"I know where the gun is."

"Yeah? Well, I know where the bullets are."

Jack stopped fighting the zipper – it wasn't cold anyway – he relaxed, closed his eyes.

Daniel laid on his back, hand behind his head, staring unseeing in the dark.

Jack rolled to his side, "I think I lost the car keys on the trail."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you I found them."

The door yanked open, the flashlight beam, like a thousand watt search light, scanned the interior. Both Jack and Daniel came up on their elbows. The light landed on Daniel's bare chest, swung to Jack's eyes and back to Daniel.

"Daniel?" Vala sounded panicked.

"Crap." Jack kicked out of his sleeping bag, gathered it up and slipped past Vala, heading to Sam's tent.

Next Chapter: Chapter Eight: Smarty-pants – Or not. Vala practices her overt innuendo's on poor Daniel, Sam invites Jack into her sleeping bag, poison ivy appears (sing the song here) and I have no idea where Mitchell and Teal'c are.