Chapter 7 V

V is for Vala, vamp, vivacious, vapid, vulnerable, vital, victim, voluptuous – to name a few.

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"Just stop. Whatever you were going to say is... is... is muted or pointless or something like that."

"Vala..."

"Don't Vala me, Daniel. Don't you dare! Go away!" Vala kept emptying drawers and stuffing clothes into a duffle bag. "I've made up my mind. I am going to move up to the next level – that has lots of empty rooms, but lots of female majors and, and higher ups in the rooms occupied." She stopped, blew a strand of hair that had fallen in her face, cocked her head to one side, took a deep breath and calmly stated. "I hate you. I hate everything about you. I have put in for a transfer to either Sam's ship or the place that does not exist but does, as in Area and a number."

"Vala..." He said softly.

"Stop it! Stop calling my name all soft and caring. Go back to your books. Your dust. Your crumbling and headless statues. Your cracked and written in some unknown language chunk of some obscure unknown rock. Just go."

He drew a calming but deep breath. "I'll... we'll talk later I have to finish SG-11's translations from their finds on P4T-989, their report's due at 2015 hours. We'll do dinner. About 2100 hours. I'll come by and get you. Okay? You know I didn't mean to upset you, it's just that... well, we'll talk. See you later tonight."

"Sure, right, okay. I'll be ready, 9:00 p.m." She stated with a whining tone, then under her breath as he exited, "it's called 9:00 pm. And due at 8:15 pm. It is currently 6:00 pm-ish. When did you get so military-ish? And you are going to find an empty room when you get back. I lied. I did not put in for a transfer. And..., haha, you will never, ever, ever find me!" She pulled the duffle bag up to rest on its two wheels and pulling it behind her Vala strutted out into the corridor, up the elevator to ground level, signed out as going up on top of the mountain to check on her supposedly battered and none working teltak... which she will then fly away all stealthy like.

She tossed the duffle into the back of her persona Kawasaki Mule ATV, which unfortunately she was not able to take with her. When she reached the top she hit the remote to bring the teltak into view. Vala scribbled a note to Silar gifting him the ATV, that is if she never came back, He had worked on all the fittings and changes in her ship. Found all the parts from campers for her small bathroom, and little kitchenette. Moved the ring platform to the front compartment. Single handedly got her gel foam queen mattress and bed platform received and installed. And he made sure it all worked properly. All the while he thought she was going to use the supposedly nonworking ship as a refuge.

Tossing her duffle into the ship, found and properly arranged the crystals she'd moved to insure most anyone would find the ship inoperable. Then, once more, she made sure that there were no more tracking devices!

With teary eyes, rapid breathing, and one last looking out at the scenery, Vala manipulated the controls, returned to stealth mode, and took off as fast as she could manage with her shaking hands and rapidly beating heart. Love sucks.

Four hours into the boring flight Vala was talking to her stuffed giraffe. "I should have bought and brought a cat, or actually a kitten, or a dozen of them because I could sell them to reputable pet sellers that I know. Or used to know. Probably best I didn't because they just might end up in someone's cooking pot!. Oh don't worry," she told the stuffed toy, "no one would cook you. You actually would not taste good."

Vala yawned, stretched her arms upwards, closed her eyes for a few seconds, and moaned. Without a co-pilot or just anybody who could be aware she didn't want to use the automatic settings. Recalling her mental list she pondered Wilkit and its huge market. Fingers rapidly called up the navigation array and whittled it down to get some info. "Ah, too bad," she spoke out loud. "Wilkit is in winter mode. So, let's see what's..."

"Vala! gods be damned, answer m..."

The intrusion of Daniel's voice shocked her and Vala stood up and looked around. Then realized it was the radio

"How the hell did you find my secret frequency?"

"I can find you wherever you go."

"No, you cannot I have removed any and all tracking devices."

"I know all your secrets! Damnit, Vala! Every time we need to talk you run."

He must be totally mad because Daniel rarely curses! "So? And you might find me on the radio but not..."

He materialized not more than five feet from her.

"How the hell did you do that?"

"You taught me. You taught me everything about this ship and about stealth mode."

"Well, not everything."

He was staring at her rather dreamily.

She looked down. "Oh, right, oops." She wore only one of his black tee shirts.

He approached her, wrapped his arm around her back and yanked her up against his body. "I love you, you know that. And if you ever run again I am not coming after you."

"Of course you will. And every time you break a promise unnecessarily, I'm leaving."

"How'd you get this bucket of bolts running?"

"It never wasn't actually..."

He pulled her even closer and kissed her with unguarded passion.

When he let her go she pouted. "You knew that tablet was not needed for Reynolds' first meeting. He told you he wouldn't need it for a few days! But you just couldn't let it go."

"You're right. I'm really sorry. I'm trying."

Vala turned to the controls, fingers rushing to complete her task.

"What'd you do?"

"Set her down. I need to show you something."

"What?" He asked, worriedly.

"Follow me, my Darling."

He followed her as she stepped into the back.

"Holy... buckets."

Whipping off the tee shirt she wore Vala dove onto the bed rolling to her back. She patted the spot beside her. "Come on, we need to talk and you know my favorite language."

"Yes. Yes, I do! It's my favorite language." He sat on the side of the bed and removed his boots and socks. Once that was done, he stood and removed his shirt, then his pants under her watchful and adoring eyes. He crawled into the bed settling into the familiar lush and accommodating body of Vala Mal Doran Jackson.

End~ of V Still have W, X, Y, and Z to finish!