Author's Note: Daniel/Vala is my OTP. If that's not your thing, just skip right on past for this chapter.
The Third Daniel – Pirate
The former owner of the tel'tak was noticeably pissed off when he abruptly found himself being hijacked by a pair of marauding spacers, but there was very little he could do about it as the female effectively disarmed him and forced him to ring down to the planet's surface.
"That was embarrassingly easy," she stated nonchalantly as she strolled to the copilot's seat, tossing her zat'n'ktel onto the console. "They just don't make them like they used to."
"Vala, you of all people should know by now that any male you meet will be thrown off by you at first. In more ways than one," her companion chided as he piloted the cargo ship out into deep space.
"Ah, finally realized that, have you?" she smirked, unable to resist running a hand along his bare arm. "I still remember when we first met. You were a blushing virgin, as I recall. And now here you are, wearing those ass-hugging leather pants of yours. Rowr."
He leered right back at her, pulling her towards him. "I had a good teacher, Miss Malduran."
"Hey!" she objected, pushing against his chest and preventing him from kissing her as he'd planned. "I thought we agreed, Daniel."
"Ah yes," he answered, cupping her face in his hand. "I'd forgotten. I guess I should be calling you Missus Jackson, shouldn't I?"
"And don't you forget it," she declared, grabbing his head and giving him a soul-searing kiss that made the stars spin around them dizzyingly.
No wait.
They were spinning.
"Shit! Deathgliders!" Daniel swore, breaking their embrace. "Arm weapons. If they want our new stolen ship, they've got something else coming."