Sorry about re-posting a chapter. This was where it belonged. I took it out of the earlier one.

Spoilers for "Prometheus Unbound"

One Week Later

It wasn't that Daniel had no idea how to fight. I was just that he didn't have much of one. It's not for a lack of effort on the part of the people that had surrounded him. He'd managed to wiggle his way out of many a "required" Air Force training, and had faked so many emergencies that Jack had all but given up on his private trainings to teach the man how to fight.

The one thing Daniel could do was shoot. It was a skill that he'd picked up on his archeological digs over the years, but he'd naturally been quite good at it. He was familiar with guns. He'd passed the required shooting range work the very first time with his Beretta, handguns being his weapon of choice, and it hadn't taken him long to adjust to a machine gun.

A super-soldier gun with the heft of a bazooka was a big of a different matter.

When your life, and the lives of an entire ship, are on the line, your motivation increases, though, and so his shot is perfectly aimed.

The super-soldier doesn't go down, though. Damn, he never should have promised his daughter that he was coming home.

-0-

The next thing that he knows, he wakes up tied to a chair, and looking at a super-soldier's back. He begins talking to it. He doesn't know why. It's not like anyone has ever heard the things mutter more than a word or two. Still, he's talked to plenty of other things that can't talk back, and it certainly can't make his situation any worst.

He's surprised when it turns to address him.

He's a lot more surprised when it starts to flirt with him.

He's even more surprised when it takes off its helmet, and shakes out its hair, and reveals that it is not, in fact, an it, but a her. Not a horrific super-soldier her either, but a beautiful, human kind of her. She is the most beautiful women he's seen since Janet died.

Not that he's comparing this woman to his dead wife. It's not like the two of them look anything alike.

This woman is as tall as his wife was short. Her hair is as long as his wife's was short. Her nose has a point to it that is decidedly angular, and asymmetric, but which he nonetheless finds appealing.

He blinks as she asks a question. She thinks he knows how the ship works. Great, because he knows as much about a ship as… Jack does about anything he's sat through a briefing about.

He tells her that he has no idea about ships, but apparently she doesn't believe him. He can tell by the slap he gets across his face.

"Would you like me to kiss it better?" the woman asks in a voice that turns him on. Daniel hasn't felt like that since his wife died, unless you count memories or dreams of his wife, and the first time he does is when he's in a real life dangerous situation? There has got to be something wrong with him, he decides. Something majorly wrong with him.

They continue to banter back and forth, and Daniel works hard to try to force his mind to focus on the task of getting the ship back to its owners, and not on the mystery of the women who is before him.

She moves like she is trying to seduce him, but also like she is a soldier. Sex is a weapon to her, more powerful than the zat gun, although it's a bit less deadly. It wasn't real, what she was trying to do to him, so why did it feel like it was?

-0-

If Daniel had known that hand to hand was like this, he wouldn't have ever missed a training session. Well, maybe he would have if it was with Jack. If Vala was offering a training session, he definitely would have signed himself up. When she is sitting on his shoulders, squeezing his head between her legs, he actually smells her. It takes every ounce of will power he has not to turn his head around and bury his face in her. When she is sitting on top of him, he has to think of unsexy things like Goa'uld in gaudy dresses and people incorrectly translating hieroglyphics to keep her from noticing how excited she is making him.

Even her punches and childish ear-pulling turn him on.

Then she grabs him by the shirt, and pulls him up for a kiss. The first one is quick, and twisty. It reminds him of a phase Olivia, Ty, and Emma went through when they were eight. They'd taken to giving each other "snake bites" where you twist the arm. She's making the same motion with her mouth, but it's not aiming for pain. It's a tasting, and she must like what she tastes, because she goes in for another kiss.

It's possessive the way she's manhandling him, and he's not quite sure if what is happening is voluntary or not. He pulls away, to tell her that she's a fruitcake, and she stops kissing him. So it was voluntary. It was his doing as much as hers.

He did cheat on his wife.

That's the last thought that he has before she head butts him to the floor. She runs over to the controls, and starts to type. He barely has the strength to zat her from where he lays on the floor.

He feels guilty doing it to this women who he likes, a lot more than he would like to admit, but hell, she stole the ship.

-0-

He shouldn't be sad that she's gone. Well, ok, he should, but for a very different reason than the real reason he's sad. He should feel sad, because she's a thief and she got away. In reality, though, he just feels sad, because he's going to miss her.

Is it wrong to feel something for a woman again?

Janet has barely been dead a year. Besides, what did he think he was going to do with the space pirate? It wasn't exactly like he could have brought her home, and introduced her to his children. Talk about a bad influence. Actually, the fact that he even had children probably would have been a deal breaker for her. She didn't exactly seem like the motherly type.

It was way too soon for him to be thinking about moving on. If he ever did, suddenly thought was unlikely, it would be with some matronly widow. Yeah, probably in a decade or so. A decade would be long enough wouldn't it be?

He had nothing to worry about, because he wasn't very likely to ever see that space pirate again.