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, story goddess, and MariShal and Supershipper, beta extraordinaire.

Synopsis: Chapter 8: 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.

Chapter Eight: Smarty-pants – or not

Climbing in SUV, Vala sat legs flat out, her back to the front seat. The big T-shirt rode up her legs and she pulled it down.

"What's wrong?"

"I had a dream. That god awful hook man – it was you. All priorized and evil."

"Come here." Daniel opened up the sleeping bag, spread it over them. She lay quietly on his arm, hand on his chest. "You forgive me?" He asked.

"No, but you are earning a lot of forgiveness points tonight." He couldn't see her soft smile.

"Smarty-pants." He squeezed her shoulder.

"Jack called me that. I didn't understand it then, and I don't understand it now. Especially now, since I'm not wearing any pants."

"Holy…. Buckets, Vala!"

She grinned, wide and toothy, but he had no idea in the shroud of the dark SUV.

Daniel turned away from her, eyes open wide to blackness. There would be no sleeping tonight.

"Good night, hook man." She whispered, still grinning foolishly.

--

"Jack?"

"Carter."

"What are you doing here?" She pushed herself up by one arm and searched the darkness for him.

He didn't answer. He settled into his sleeping bag beside her. Close beside her.

"Ah, good night, sir."

"Yeah." Taking a hold on her sleeping bag, he pulled her, sleeping bag and all, the short distance to his side, wrapped his arms around her and mumbled, "sleep tight."

"Oh, boy… like that's gonna happen." She answered.

Jack was already snoring.

Morning light flooded the tent. Sam sat up to find Jack watching her, up on one elbow, cheek to hand. "Good morning."

Groaning she tried to stretch her aching back and winced in pain. Immediately concerned, he turned her around and pulled her shirt up. He paused; she wasn't wearing a bra. Then he inspected her back. "You look like you've been tied to the whipping post. Damn it, Carter why didn't you say something?" He fumbled around until he found the antibiotic cream Mitchell had given her.

Putting cream in his hands, he rubbed his palms vigorously and started at her shoulders, then stopped, more closely inspecting her lower back.

When he stopped, she turned her head to him.

"Carter?"

"Hmmm?"

Even though daylight lit the tent, Jack retrieved a flashlight for a clearer look.

"What?" Her head twisted further back.

"I think you've got poison ivy, too."

Sam covered her face with her hands, shook her head in defeat.

"I'm gonna get some poison ivy lotion. I'll be right back."

When he left, she pulled her shirt down, relaxed back on her stomach, head on pillow and wondered if this trip could possibly get any worse.

--

Vala was hot. Her belly itched, ached, stung. Trying to scratch proved useless. The abrasions and bruises making any attempt impossible. "Ahhh!"

Daniel turned, still half asleep. "Now what?"

"I'm hot."

He got up and rolled down the two side windows, letting in morning light as well as the breeze. She was disappointed that he wore pajama bottoms.

"And my tummy is itching and stings."

He reached over the front seat to get the other first aid kit. She stared at his nice butt.

"Anything else?"

Shaking her head, she thought she better not verbalize that!

Taking the sleeping bag, he covered her just under her belly button. "Ok, let's have a look."

Vala pulled the shirt up, running her hands under the shirt, pulling clear up to her breast, where her hands, one on each, cupped them.

When he turned back from gathering his supplies from the first aid kit, his heart stopped. Dead. The brink of madness was upon him and any moment he would fall into the never ending abyss.

The cover had slipped down her hips. Which were covered in modest, boy's boxer shorts. His eyes went to hers. She was grinning the closed tooth, wide, Valaesque 'I got ya!' grin.

He laughed, rubbing the cold ointment on her abrasions. Her stomach muscles twitched. He had a difficult time keeping his eyes on her belly and not her hands. The top of her ribs were covered in scratches, but the lower stomach, around her navel was screaming poison ivy.

He stopped applying the cream.

"The palms of my hands?" She waggled her eyebrows.

"You've got poison ivy." Daniel sat back on his heels.

"What!?" Sitting up, she dropped her hands, but gratefully, for Daniel's sake, the shirt dropped in place.

He pushed her back down, lifted the shirt just past the redness, and administered poison ivy lotion.

"What else can go wrong?" She closed her eyes.

Remembering the hands on the breasts, he answered, "Plenty."

STOP! WARNING S P O I L E R S BELOW!!!

Next: Chapter Nine: The Swimming Hole. Some bikinis befuddle the boys. Daniel makes some water playing mistakes regarding Vala. Sam tries to drown Jack, Mitchell shows off, but it's Teal'c who wins the day!