The Dating Game
Spacegypsy1
Series – The Dating Game. Different scenarios where Daniel cancels his date with Vala. Unrelated short stories. D/Vness.
Nine: Monkey Business
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Don't ask me why I'm in the infirmary. I plan on staying here until I ascend. Again. And as soon as possible. It's the only way I can ever have a moment's peace.
You see, I thought I could actually handle her. You know. Not really date, but close. She's definitely gotten under my skin, as they say. And yes, I know it was a mistake to even think I could make it work.
But I have to be honest. I was hoping, somehow, it would.
I lost my nerve the first time, and canceled. That's why the eye is yellow and no longer deep purple. That was two weeks ago.
Oh, I don't mean to imply she hit me. Vala's a wild card but that would be a stretch even for her. I was strolling down the hall reading a book, hoping to catch her in Bill's lab to apologize. She dashed by me without a word. And I can't prove that she tripped me. I could have stumbled. I do that sometimes, you know.
Anywho…after a week I made plans to see a comedy at the local playhouse and asked her to go with me. I was nervous but it went well. No one was hurt. Well, not until after the play – which by the way was very funny and she didn't get it. I wanted to go for coffee and she wanted cocktails. I wasn't aware that tequila was actually called a cocktail.
I'm a strong guy, at least now, but put three shots of tequila in me and I'm not so sure anymore. I don't remember the details. Honesty. I know I kissed her, god, who could forget that! I ended up with three stitches in my hairline and Vala's bra hanging over my rearview mirror. Oh god!
I went looking for her again the next day. Without a book. She was pleasant enough. And I asked her if I should apologize for something and she laughed. Not a very nice laugh either. No, she finally said. So I asked her what happened and she said – quite emphatically – Nothing!
There's no way, being a linguist, that I could have misinterpreted that. While I was relieved, she didn't appear too happy. I sat down to have a talk with her. Try to explain this just wasn't going to work. And no, that's not how I got here. And yes, it was a really bad decision on my part.
I just ended up with a headache. The Goa'uld she spewed out in rapid fire was so riddled with colloquial profanity, I could hardly keep up. Otherwise, I speak Goa'uld as well as she does.
Days passed without any incident. She actually showed up to help with the project we'd started before I started this whole thing. Everything was calm and back to normal.
We went to P34-989 for a few days, all was well, the locals were very open to trade and we came home with what Mitchell called a real sweat deal.
Then Sam came home. That was yesterday. We had a party at my place. It was great to see her. Jack showed up. It was nice to see him too. Then everybody went home. Yep, you guessed it, everybody but Vala. I'm crazy about her. Nothing I said last night made any sense. Not before, after or during.
All I can say is I fell in the shower. Hit my head, broke my arm, twisted my knee. She's fine. Just a little bruised and she chipped a tooth, which of course I will never hear the end of. Vanity, thy name is Vala.
I'm reading over some notes McKay found on Atlantis about ascension. Vala's in the infirmary bed next to mine. I have earplugs in but I can see her mouth going ninety to nothing.
END # 9
