Title: The Future is Nuts!
The shower was cold. Freezing cold. But that's what it took to get Daniel's mind off her. Prior to this, the image of her in tiny red panties and a barely-there bra plagued his mind. So that's what he had to look forward to in the future. She may be nuts, but Jack is right. She's hot, he'd think.
He shut off the water and toweled himself off. Only one more day of torture and it would all be over. By tomorrow, he would forget everything that had happened. Especially those embarrasing moments between him and Vala. He wondered what his future self thought about all this. Now fully clothed, he decided to go find some food. He was starving.
The commissary was just beginning to fill up as lunchtime was starting. Daniel got in line and loaded a tray with food. Mitchell happened to get in line behind him. "Hey, Jackson! Finally getting some grub, I see."
"Yeah."
"Mind if I sit with you?"
Daniel smiled. "No, not at all." They occupied a smaller table by the window. Swirls of white and blue passed them by through the thick glass. "So you said you were going somewhere as well?"
"Yup. Got a date with some baddies and some space corn."
"Space corn?"
"Potent stuff. One bite and you've sold your soul to the devil."
"So I take it we don't like space corn."
"We don't like space corn."
"Ahh," Daniel confirmed, slightly confused. He bit into his sandwish greedily, hunger overtaking his confusion. They were silent for a few more minutes.
"So what do you think of Vala?" Mitchell asked.
Daniel was surprised by the directness of his question. "Well," he hesitated. "She seems… nice."
Mitchell raised his eyebrow in Jaffa fashion. "Just nice?"
"I mean I haven't had a chance to really interact with her. She seems like a very busy person to me."
"Interact, huh?" Cameron adopted a neutral face.
"Yep." Daniel took another bite.
"You do know that I know, don't you?"
Mouth still full, he looked up. "Know what?" he said, the words muffled by food.
"That you accidentally jumped into bed with her."
Daniel nearly spit out his sandwich. "What? How?"
"Simple. I'm one of her best buds. She tells me everything. Well… almost everything. There's certain things between her and her husband that I want no details of, but otherwise, yeah, everything."
"So she told you?"
"Every juicy…"
An explosion rocked the ship. People screamed and food went flying. Mitchell turned toward the window and swore. They had dropped out of hyperspace and were being attacked by Hatak vessels. One of them fired a shot that headed straight for the commissary window. Luckily the beam was absorbed by the shield, but not before its force sent Mitchell and Daniel to the floor. Cameron helped him up. "Come on, we should get to the bridge!"
They met up with others on the team and arrived on the bridge. Jack was already there. He turned toward them as they entered. "Who the hell is the Lucian Alliance and why are they shooting at us?"
"Space corn," Mitchell replied. He ignored Jack's confused demand for answers and sat in the empty command chair. The Colonel normally in charge was unconscious on the floor. Burns marred his face. A few other bridge personnel were injured from mini-explosions set off by the attack. "Status!"
The control officer next to him answered, "Five Hatak vessels are attacking. Netan is demanding surrender, sir."
"Surrender, my ass. Give 'em everything we've got!"
"Yes, sir!"
"What's the status of the hyperdrive?"
Vala moved around the command chair and sat in an empty seat next to Mitchell. Its former occupant also lay on the floor. "Non-existant."
"Vala, go work your magic."
"Right!" She got up and ran off to the engine room.
A few more minutes of battle ensued. "Sir, I hate to be negative but…" the control officer started. Another explosion rocked the bridge. "We're getting our asses kicked!"
"Vala! Where's my hyperdrive!?" Mitchell demanded through the comm.
Laden with static, her voice answered, "The crystals are fried! I'm trying to put in the back-ups!"
"Hurry it up, would you!"
"Sir, receiving transmission!" Netan's smug face popped up on a screen. Mitchell turned and met his sneer with disgust.
"My dear Colonel Mitchell. I was hoping you would be on board," he said with a fake tone of friendliness. "My what a surprise."
"The only surprise here is that you would dare to attack an Earth ship."
Netan ignored his comment and got straight to the point. "Surrender and I will spare your pathetic little ship." Mitchell continued to exchange some choice words with Netan.
Vala appeared on the bridge. Her husband turned to see her nod negatively about the hyperdrive. She motioned for all of them to follow her into the elevator. Members of both SG-1s heeded her command, leaving Mitchell to deal with Netan. Once in the elevator, she explained herself. "We have got to get out of here. The hyperdrive is shot and we cannot allow the old SG-1 to be captured."
"She's right. It would be very, very bad," her husband agreed.
Sam knew all too well the consequences of getting killed now. The timeline would change dramatically. "So what do we do?"
"There's an old cargo ship in the bay that we can use. Mitchell just needs to distract Netan long enough for us to get away and jump into hyperspace," Vala answered.
Jack interjected, "How are we supposed to tell Mitchell if he's too busy having his war of words?"
"Jack, he already knows. We planned this escape just in case something like this were to happen," Daniel explained. The elevator doors opened. The teams followed Vala down a long corridor and into the bay. A rusty looking cargo ship awaited them.
"We're going to escape in that?" Sam asked skeptically.
"Yup," Daniel said as he helped her in.