Sam/Vala PREQUEL Discussion - How DID they find Addy?

Might go in final versions:

DRAFT

How is he?

Same.

Vala, I’m sorry.

No, it’s not, she sighed, it wasn’t the same, something is different than before. He’s right about that, but he’s just, gone. That’s the best way to describe it, gone.

I know, Sam sighed out, standing to walk to the cabinet in the corner of her office, opening the door and removing a bottle of wine, but I’ve been thinking, about trying a different approach.

Oh?

Daniel, well, sorry Vala but other than Shar’e, he’s never had much of a personal life. His life is his work, and I think that’s what we need to help him get back to.

But that’s all he does anymore, work, day in and day out. I’m not even sure if he’s eating anymore, and he’s lost weight.

I know, so I’m thinking about hiring him an assistant.

Like Bill?

Sorta, Bill worked for us, but that wasn’t an official arrangement. And I’m not trying to replace the work Bill was trying to do for us, with the Destiny, Sam sighed out, pouring two glasses, we can never replace Bill but we can give Daniel an assistant. I can’t promote him and Woolsey doesn’t want to give him any sort of civilization title, but I do have the right to make him the official department head, he’s really been it for years anyway, and hire him some help. See if we can jump start something by getting him working again, stop blaming himself for things that we not his fault and that he cannot change.

Did you have someone in mind?

Sam shook her head.

No, but I was thinking about starting with Smithsonian candidates. I have some contacts there, see who is applying to the ancient studies department, if there is anyone that speaks close to as many languages as he does. If not there, I can call Cambridge, see if I can find someone over there, I don’t know.

Vala frowned for a moment, sipping the wine before choking on it, swallowing quickly before waving her hand in front of her face.

What? Sam asked, confused, Vala nodding as she thrust up a finger.

I was playing around the other day, on the internet. Cameron was showing how to use Google and how your creepy ass government tracks what we search.

Do I even wanna know?

We looked him up, found nothing, he’s boring, looked up Jack, did you know he had a son…

Yes, Sam shut her down quickly, anyway.

Sorry, but I got curious and looked up Daniel. I found that book he wrote, that one in his office? And there was this woman, dressed like some badass, who wrote a review on it. Called him a nutcase and was making fun of him. It was hilarious.

Sam made a face.

No, it’s just, Vala started, shaking her head, he makes me feel like an idiot sometimes, it was refreshing to see someone put him in his place, even if it was just on the damn internet.

I understand, but you do know that a lot of reviews and comments online are not to be taken seriously, especially the ones that are, well, like that.

It wasn’t on one of those shopping sites or anything, she was some professor somewhere, it was for her students. Some school in a place called New Orleans.

A professor?

Yeah, doctor something. She had real credentials and everything, list of things she’d done.

Sam shook her head.

PLEASE don’t show him, no matter how mad you get at him. The last thing I need is, well, just no, please.

I won’t, I won’t, even if he deserves it, Vala replied, chugging down the glass and standing, I’m gonna hit the gym.

Yeah, I might do the same soon, just want to make a few phone calls first.

Vala turned to leave, pausing at the door for a moment.

You think it’d work? You think he’ll, I dunno, be Daniel again.

I can’t say, but it’s worth a try. Worst case, we find a competent person that can work at Area 51, god knows they need all the competent help they can get.

Nodding, Vala tapped the door frame lightly headed to the gym.

Sitting at her desk, Sam took another sip of the wine, before reaching for the phone, dialing.

Hello, Smithsonian Institution.

Yes, Joyce Bedi please.

Yes ma’am, may I tell her who’s calling.

Samantha Carter.

Thank you, please hold.

Sam sat for a moment, wondering if Joyce would even remember her, when her kind voice was on the other line faster than she expected.

A call from the Colonel in Colorado! Samantha, how are you?

Fantastic Joyce, how are you? I see that you were promoted.

Senior Historian, the woman agreed, makes me feel old. How’s things out west?

We’ve moved operations, actually, to DC.

You’re here? How? I was certain the Pentagon was closing all research operations in and around the capital.

Long story, very long story, but well, that’s why I’m calling. We’re looking to hire a research assistant, to help with antiquities, you know we’ve had to send in a lot of researchers and historians out to war zones before things are lost forever.

Don’t I know it, the woman agreed, I’m thankful for anything that can be salvaged.

Do you have anyone in mind? Someone that applied for a position you would be willing to let us snipe?

Did they move you to HR?

Sam laughed, flushing a bit at her answer.

General, she corrected, I’m the general, and I run the research institution now.

Congratulations, general, Joyce laughed, and as such you get to hand pick your staff.

Precisely, which is why I’m calling in this little favor.

No problem at all, let me pull up some files, there was a pause, a few clicks at a keyboard, and mutters before she was back, Any particular area of expertise?

Archaeology, Egyptian, Middle Eastern, Near East, even Early European, but something in the Ancient Cultures.

Huh, you’re in luck, we’re in the process of filling the assistant curator position at the museum of Natural History right now.

Luck? Sam laughed, tapping her pen, Sounds like I’d be in for a fight for the best.

Not necessarily, Joyce grumbled, making a few pen taps of her own, you know how it is, the boy’s club. They’ll fill a quota before they’ll read a resume.

Sam chuckled, knowing that to be all too true.

Ok, anyone you wanna pass along. Someone that was really good but didn’t meet the quota.

Let me see the notes, I didn’t review these applications, the department did but let me see…

Sam waited, letting her look when there was another grumble on the line.

See, like listen to this one, Joyce began to read, reason given for not hiring was lack of advanced research experience.

Well that sounds like a valid reason…

No, it’s because the poor woman worked at a community college. Her publication list is amazing, and she created a program to let college students mentor high school students in history to raise scores on state standardized tests, took students aboard, things community college professors don’t do, but NOOOO if she doesn’t come from Harvard, they won’t even read the rest.

Huh, other than that how does she look.

Claims here to speak about a dozen languages, graduated honors from Tulane, Near East, Greece, Roman and Early Christian…

Not Egypt but close, any others?

There was another pause, Joyce clicking around, searching for a moment.

Not anyone I would pass on. Most of these you can actually feel the ego oozing out of them. Not sure what is wrong with people anymore, they act like getting a PhD makes them a god.

Sam laughed, grabbing her pen to at least check out this one lead, which may take her to another.

Fair enough, do you mind giving me the name of that woman then. The one you were talking about earlier.

Sure, it’s Rowan, Dr. Adrienne M. from New Orleans, Louisiana.

New Orleans?

Yeah, taught at Delgado Community College, I can fax you the resume if you can give me your top secret number.

Of course, Sam laughed, scanning to find that number, I need to dig it up but I’ll email it to you as soon as I do.

And I’ll send it on.

Thank you Joyce, really, and if you can think of anyone else.

I’ll send it on, the woman answered, It’s great to talk to you Samantha, it really is. We need to have lunch sometime.

Definitely, as long as I can skip Pentagon cafeteria food that would be great.

Agreed, I know a few places. Give that resume a look over once you get it and let me know.

Thanks, I appreciate it. Take care.

And Sam hung up the phone, pulling up her new contact information on her computer. The fax number was an odd one, an 877 number that she would never remember, and she forwarded it on quickly, staring at the screen as she awaited an answer.

New Orleans….

Frowning, no fax yet, Sam opened up Google, typing in Daniel’s name, the name of his book and New Orleans.

Ass Kickin History

A blog by Dr. Adrienne Rowan

Delgado Community College

New Orleans, LA

And there it was, a review of Daniel’s book, a quick skim proving that it was everything that Vala said it was, hilarious, this Dr. Rowan standing dressed like a female Indiana Jones in front of the Coliseum.

What are the odds?? Sam muttered as the fax machine fired up, the general reaching over to snag the pages.

Halloween Story :) NET timeline

The knock on the door startled him from his seat, Daniel nearly spilling his coffee into his lap.

"Who in the hell?!" he peered back at the door as the banging resumed once more.

"DANIEL!!!"

"Great," he muttered, recognizing the voice, setting the mug on the table.

"DANIEL!!""

"COMING!!" he shouted back as he trudged his way to the door, the handle rattling awaiting his arrival. Sighing, why in the hell was she here, Daniel opened his front door, Vala Mal Doran smiling in the hallway outside of his apartment wearing a very skimpy french maid costume.

"Took you long enough," she said, sashaying forward.

"What are you doing here?" he stammered, Vala nearly falling out of the outfit, "And why are you wearing that?"

"Drool lata shug," a second voice chimed in, Adrienne pushing past both of her friends, powering her way into his apartment, "you two have until I raid Indy's PJ drawer to finish flirting."

Daniel frowned, turning away from Vala to let his eyes follow his assistant who was heading down the hall, straight for his bedroom.

"Wait, raid what?"

"And like that, once again, he's gone..." Vala sighed out, pushing past and heading to the kitchen, the archaeologist looking back and forth between the women in confusion.

"Ad," he finally decided, choosing to just allow Vala to raid his fridge, "why are you going through my drawer??"

"I need old man PJs and I remember you having them!" she shouted back, Vala laughing from the kitchen.

"I'm not sure what to comment on first, the old man pajamas or the fact that Addy knows what your underwear looks like," she added as Daniel rolled his eyes.

"They're not my underwear..."

"They're in the same drawer shug!!" Adrienne confirmed, Daniel rubbing his face, choosing not to comment further but see what the Cajun was doing instead.

"Ad?" he asked as he popped his head around the corner to see her indeed digging through, "why do you need my pajamas?"

"For a costume," she answered matter of factly, pulling something from the drawer, the pajamas it seemed, holding them up to her chest, "that'll work," she confirmed, pulling her shirt over her head.

"Sure, you can borrow my pajamas," he said, Adrienne freezing, peeping her head back through the hole.

"Oops," her face was red, that Southern politeness peeking through her enthusiasm,  "Indy the weather screwed my original costume and I need to borrow this so I don't freeze to death."

"Costume?" he said, walking over to grab the pajamas she had quickly discarded in embarrassment, handing them over, "for what?"

"You sure," she asked in hesitation as he nodded.

"Yeah, that's why I'm handing them to you."

"Thanks," she muttered, taking them and setting them on bed, pulling her shirt over her head again.

"Can I know why though?" he asked, watching her pull the top over her head, adjusting it down her sides.

"We're going to Rocky Horror picture show and you dress up for it as one of the characters," she explained, pausing as she went to unbutton her jeans, "I wear a thong Indy, ya might wanna turn your back."

"Turning," he agreed, doing as asked, "so it's a play?"

"A movie," she clarified, "this one anyway. Vala is Magenta, hence her slut get up, and I was gonna be Colombia the tap dancer..."

"You tap dance?" he asked over his shoulder, Adrienne frowning.

"No, but I like her attitude."

"Just asking," he crossed his arms, waiting, "continue."

"Anyway, normally she wears short shorts, really short, which is fine for this, but it's cold and PJs will be warmer, especially since these are flannel, you can turn around now, I'm good," she continued, Daniel turning, "and I swear, I dragged Vala to every open store in the metro area and could only find Christmas pajamas."

"In October?"

"You don't shop much shug, do ya?" she said as she reached to fold her own discarded clothes.

"Not unless you drag me."

"True," she agreed, setting her stuff on his dresser, "can I just get that later?"

"I should give you a drawer," Daniel said with a smirk, noting a light knock behind him.

"I see you watched her change and yet I'm the one trying to sleep with you," Vala cooed, sipping wine from a glass as she leaned in the doorframe, "and now she wants a drawer."

"I'm ready," Adrienne ignored the comment, "Let's go before the line to get in gets too long."

"And then you bitch more about the weather," she replied, chugging her glass, "we should bring Glasses."

"NO," Adrienne said, powering through the door, "let's just get going."

Daniel paused as the women left his bedroom, slightly hurt.

"He could go as Brad..."

"Indy's NOT going..."

"It would be hilarious..."

"I said no..."

"Wait!" and he was racing down the hall after them, totally confused. Normally, he joined Adrienne in her insanity, but for her to be objecting so vehemently was really strange, "Why can't I go?"

"Yeah Addy," Vala asked, stopping in the hallway, "Why can't he go?"

"You know why..."

"I don't," he muttered as his assistant rubbed her face in frustration.

"Have you ever SEEN the Rocky Horror picture show?" she asked, Daniel shaking his head.

"No..."

"Then you're a 'virgin'," she said, air quotes and all, "and one does not want to go to Rocky Horror a virgin."

"I'm not a..."

Adrienne stepped forward, clasping her hand over his mouth.

"Things I never want to discuss, best friend or not," she cut him off, leaving her hand in place, "it means that you have never experienced the film. They will write VIRGIN on your head in red lipstick and do horrible things to you all night."

Daniel removed her hand, his brow furrowed.

"Define horrible."

"Trust me," she repeated, "horrible. And if you go as Brad..."

"Then Addy gets to see more of your underwear!" Vala declared with glee, Adrienne nowhere near as amused.

"My underwear?"

"Yes," the Cajun confirmed, "Brad gets stripped down pretty early on in the show. Do you wanna be half naked with the word virgin written on your forehead?"

"Not particularly..."

"Then thanks for the PJs and I'll call you tomorrow," she said turning to go, Vala following with a shrug. They made it to the door, Adrienne's hand at the knob when Daniel couldn't take it, his curiosity killing him.

"Ad?"

She paused, her forehead resting on the door.

"Yeah?"

"What's the movie about?"

Adrienne turned slowly, a grimace on her face.

"Transsexual transvestites from the planet Transylvania doing research on humans..."

"Really?" he asked, her face reddening.

"Really..." she said as she bit her lip.

"Give me five minutes," he said, racing down the hall.

"Wait, what?" Adrienne blurted out, frozen in shock, "you're going?"

"Is that ok?" he asked as he paused, peering back at her.

"You wanna go?"

Daniel shrugged.

"It's a movie, about alien cross-dressers that require Vala to dress like a tramp..."

"HEY!!"

"...you to wear my clothes and me to be some sort of target for harassment. Tell me how this is different from any other thing we ever do."

Adrienne smiled, Daniel reading her face and dashing down the hall, the Cajun stepping forward to shout, "BRAD WEARS BIG UGLY TIGHTIE WHITIES!!"

Whatta Man

"Whatta Man"

Subtitle: The Insanity that pops in my head while driving...

Background for those not caught up yet in Crystalline Blue Waters: 

At the time of this insanity all parties involved live on Atlantis. It's a Friday evening of karaoke and silly in the commissary that they do every now and then to boost morale since they are not being attacked like the first expedition. 

Addy and Daniel are married, two kiddos. 

Ronon and Vala are married, one adopted kiddo and they mock Daniel & Addy (or at least Vala does for being "sappy gross". Vala also lives to make Ronon flush)

Sam and Jack are married, and Jack, retired, takes care of Jackson kiddos, a job he volunteered for :) 

Ronon, Jack, Daniel, John are sitting in the back of the commissary area, having a drink. The women are no where to be found.

Enjoy!

(Hit play on this in another window to listen while you read along: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-WFNbMohTQ or Whatta Man Official Video 1994)

*Music plays* 

*Ronon coughs on drink, looks over at Daniel, who is, as always, clueless*

R: Hey

D: Yeah?

R: The girls are about to embarrass us. 

D: With?

R: I heard Val, singing. 

D:Vala sings?

R: No, but she does stupid shit with Addy, who sings.

D: *finally recognizes song* Oh dear lord...

Jack: *sits back at John chuckles into a beer* This is gonna be good...

Yeah, yeah (Oooo)
Uh, hey hey
All right, yeah
Oooo

[CHORUS]
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man

(Daniel: This is not gonna be good)

What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man

(Addy out first, points out at Daniel)

R: Smile commander

*laughs*

(Addy to Daniel as Vala dances)

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due
To the man that's made a difference in my world
And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low
Cuz I never heard about him with another girl
But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic
To let it get me involved in that he said/she said crowd
I know that ain't nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it
And believe me y'all, he's worth it
So here's to the future cuz we got through the past
I finally found somebody that can make me laugh
(Ha ha ha) You so crazy
I think I wanna have your baby

Daniel: We already have two!!!

Adrienne: *Laughs as she continues to sing*

[CHORUS]

(Vala pushes Addy aside, directing attention to Ronon)

Daniel to Ronon: Your turn...

My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass
A body like Arnold with a Denzel face
He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep
And when he comes home he's relaxed with Pep
He always got a gift for me everytime I see him
A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be him
He never ran a corny line once to me yet
So I give him stuff that he'll never forget

Ronon swallows strongly

He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps
He's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God-sent original, the man of my dreams

Addy steps forward, winking at Daniel.

Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not
Tryin' to rush me good and touch me in the right spot

Daniel's jaw drops

Jack: I was right, this is great...

See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit
But every time they tried I said, "That's not it"

Vala steps forward

But not this man, he's got the right potion
Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion
Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven
From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven
And yes, it's me that he's always choosin'
With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan
He always has heavy conversation for the mind
Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find

Girls step together to sing...

[CHORUS]

About mid-way through chorus, Sam comes strutting out 

Daniel: Nope, NOW it gets great...

My man gives real loving that's why I call him Killer
He's not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, he's a thriller
He takes his time and does everything right
Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night
He's a real smooth brother, never in a rush
And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch
Spends quality time with his kids when he can

Daniel: MY kids when he can, MINE...

Secure in his manhood cuz he's a real man
A lover and a fighter and he'll knock a knucker out
Don't take him for a sucker cuz that's not what he's about
Every time I need him, he always got my back
Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that

[CHORUS]

Girls finish song, the three husbands all getting looked at while crowd in commissary hoots in hollers. 

John Sheppard: Yep, that was pretty great. See why I'm single. 

Daniel frowns

John: Annnd I'm on night shift, catch you guys later...

I Knew

Dialog:

Ad?

Yeah.

I knew.

Knew what sha?

What you did when you slept?

Sha, I'm lost...

Remember that time that I told you I caught you cuddled up to me?

Yeah...

It wasn't just that time.

I know Daniel, I'm sorry, I did a few times but I didn't..

Ad, no, *sighs out* you did every time...

I did?

Yeah, even back when we were first getting along. When we went to investigate the fragments, written in Abydonian...

But I was sleeping opposite you.

You still used my leg as your pillow.

*Adrienne flushes*

Everytime?

Yeah, every time.

Why didn't you stop me?

You want my honest answer?

Yeah...

I liked it, I liked being cuddled...

*Adrienne laughs*

But you were so funny about touching, what changed?

You *Daniel looks down* because you hugged and cuddled because you cared, not because you felt like you had to or because you wanted something. You just cared about me.

*Adrienne leaps up and hugs him*

I love you, and I did, care, even back then.

I know, which is why I got so spoiled *holds her close) and I love you too. So much.

Administrative Professionals Day

Adrienne walked through the lab door, only seven minutes late,  record, to a large vase of flowers on her desk. She frowned, glancing over at Daniel's desk, which was empty, she had no idea where in the hell he was, to ask him where in the hell these things had come from when it hit her.

She blushed furiously.

Peeking over her shoulder to insure that she was alone, Adrienne yanked the card from the small plastic holder. Granted, she really didn't care for flowers, they died and she found that kinda depressing, but if that tall hot Sateadan had sent them to her...

He'd walked her back to her on base quarters last week.

Maybe?

Excited, ugh, she didn't need to worry about this kind of thing in her life but he was so handsome and flowers wouldn't hurt would they? She slipped the card from the envelop, flipping it over as she bit her lip to read the message.

Not sure how I could get along without you any more.

Now burn this before anyone else knows that I'm admitting it. 

Daniel

"Not Ronon..." she trailed, puzzled, flipping over the card. It was then she noticed more text, a ribbon tied around the vase. 

Happy Administrative Professional's Day

"Well that's sweet," Adrienne heard behind her to seen Sam entering, smiling as she approached. 

Adrienne just stood there dumbfounded. 

"He does that lately, I think he saw somewhere that when you are being a jerk flowers make up for it." 

That made Adrienne laugh. 

"He's been civil, trust me, I'd let him know otherwise," she giggled, still a little puzzled by the vase. 

"Well, I don't see him here, so can you guys take a look at this when you get a chance?" 

The Cajun nodded. 

"No problem," she replied but her answer was soft, Adrienne still puzzled by the gift. 

Daniel got her flowers. 

Granted it was for a holiday, one that honestly she had no idea existed, but he had gotten her flowers, a LOT of them nonetheless. 

You two are different Addy, there is something else going on. Trust me, I dated the man...

She went to say something to Sam, shoving Vala's stupid ideas out of her own head when she noted the general was gone the figure in the doorway none other than the man himself, flushing. 

Was he flushing?

"They didn't have orange lilies, but I thought the white ones were nice, since it's Spring and all." 

Adrienne made a face. 

"Orange?" 

"That's your favorite color right?" 

"How do you know that?" 

"Uh," he made a face right back, crossing over to his desk, "you told me."

"I did?"

"Yeah, the night you decided to psycho-analyize me," he said as he sipped his coffee, looking nervous like he had done something wrong. 

"No," she blushed herself, he had remembered, why did he remember a detail like that, " you're right; it is orange. I love orange." 

"Next time then," he answered, stammered, what in the hell was happening, "you ready for our ten a.m.?"

"Yeah," Adrienne redirected, "just let me get my bag."

Her dark eyes caught just one more glimpse, her heart beating a touch faster, the Cajun trying hard not to overanalyze a kind gesture. 

Adrienne shivered, pulling the blanket over her shoulders and scooting closer to his warm skin.

"You cold?" he asked, surprising her since she thought he was asleep.

"A little," she whispered, "but you're not." She turned her body so she could face him again, intertwining their legs. He held her closer to his body, reaching for her lower back to wrap them together.

"Better?"

She nodded into his neck.

"Yeah," she sighed out, "what time is it?"

"Six," he whispered as he nuzzled her closer, "we can lay here for a while longer."

"How about forever?' she asked as she giggled, Daniel kisses her forehead so softly.

"I wish," he muttered, working his lips down her cheek and back to her mouth, his hand reaching for her face.

"It happened," she murmured as he pulled away his mouth but not her body, "it happened and I didn't freak out."

"No, you didn't."

"Thank you for being patient with me," she added, making Daniel kiss her temple, hugging her tightly.

"Thank you for trusting me," he had to say. What she had given him last night was far more than her body; it was her soul, and her faith, that he would never hurt her.

"I love you Daniel," she said because she hadn't said it enough, she would never be able to say it enough to express to this man how he had changed the only thing in her life that she had ever given up on.

"I love you Adrienne, so much," he paused, taking and breath and pulling her closer, "I never thought any of this was possible, to feel this way again."

"I didn't either."

"Go back to sleep," he ordered gently, "I'll keep you warm until we have to get up."

Smiling, Adrienne scooted herself impossibly closer, more than happy to sleep in his arms.

Whispers

Sorry, this is a super stressful week of things and I just needed this fantasy. 

Are you awake?

Do I ever sleep?

*giggles* This is true sha...

Get in *reaches out as Adrienne slips into his arms*

Your bed is warm.

I finished up early and was exhausted.

And left me to deal with Woolsey?

*kisses her softly* I love you.

Lyin' ass...

I'd hoped you'd come down.

This is why it was good to go public, we can cuddle without it being a big secret.

And kiss *kisses her softly*

Oh yes, especially kiss *rolls to face him kissing him slowly*

You ate my M&Ms...

Just kiss me and stop analyzing.

I taste the chocolate.

Then kiss somewhere else...

Like here?

Yesssssssss.......

Or here?

I thought you were exhausted.

I was *kisses* reenergized now.

Bring your mouth back.

I'm busy.

I wanna kiss...

*laughs, bringing his face to hers*

Ok, fine, we'll do it your way.

*slowly draws her mouth to his*

Just *kisses* kiss *again* I *again* just *kisses* need *you guessed it* this.

*pulls away* Ad, are you alright?

Yeah, I just wanna be close *giggles* and not your definition.

I only said that kidding *kisses her again*

I know, but you'll never live that down.

So just close tonight?

Just close.  And can we sleep in?

*holds her closer* Anything ja-wer.

Ficlet - A Conversation about Trust

Sorry, I just have these ideas pop into my head (this one while folding laundry WTF) and I have to get them out...

Dialog Only, and yes, they are naked :P 

That was incredible...

Yeah, *rests head back against pillow* that was.

*Awkward silence, Daniel chewing his lip, then sits up*

And, we, uh, probably should, well, it's, we have to leave by noon and...

You ok sha?

Yeah, I am.

Liar.

No, I mean, it's just that, I've never done anything like this before.

Ok...now I'm totally lost...

I mean, spur of the moment, come down to get something, fall into bed. I've never done anything like that, like we seem to do a lot...lately...

Really?

*Daniel shakes head*

Really. Let's just say that my relationships always seem to be a bit more, well, rehearsed, organized *stammers* I knew when it was coming, very planned.

So, no short shorts and a dare and then, well, this.

*Deep breath*

Nope.

*Adrienne flushes*

Me neither...

Really?

Yeah, you're always teasing me about my TV and movies, well, I get these crazy ideas and...

*Daniel shakes his head, setting it on is arms and laughing*

Great, our impromptu sex is something out of your fiction fantasies.

It is NOT.

Was I Han Solo today or Eric Northman?

*Hits him with pillow*

You, ya cooyon, only you. I just... *Adrienne looks down*

*Daniel looks over*

You just what?

I dunno *pauses* I just trust you. Those stupid crazy hot things you see on movies and whateva, those things that real people dream of trying, I guess I think I can try them with you and you won't laugh at me and if it doesn't work-

Like if I drop you in the shower *he laughs, Adrienne doing the same*

Exactly like dropping me in the shower. If it doesn't work, we just laugh it off and-

*Daniel reaches out to kiss her, pulling away but staying nose to nose*

I know, I feel the same way. Do you not remember the first time?

*Adrienne frowns*

Which part?

The 'Are you planning on participating' part...

*She laughs*

Oh, that. *laughs harder* That was adorable.

*Kisses her forehead lightly before pulling away*

See, I feel the same way with you, get the same crazy ideas, the same not caring, not overanalyzing, just safety and comfort. *Looks down* I can tell you things, in, well, in bed and I'm not ashamed or worried about what you'll say or think.

Me too *she squeezes his hand*

We do need to actually get some work accomplished *finally looks up*

I know, sorry I taunted you. *blushes again*

Did I hesitate?

*Adrienne laughs*

Point proven *Daniel stands, searching the floor for his clothes* Lunch after we listen to bullshit.

Always, here or off base?

*Finds pants, continues to search*

Depends on if I find my underwear....

*Adrienne's head falls into her arms in embarrassment*

Kidding Ad, no, just *pauses* no, let's go off base. There's some new cafe a few blocks away, let's go there. *Finds and grabs rest of clothes to start to get dressed*

Ok *she stands and grabs her own things, holding the short shorts in her hand and giggling* and I'll dress more appropriately...

*Daniel zips up his pants and races over, taking the shorts from her hand* We save these, for later. *flushes* Please...

*Adrienne nods and takes them over to her dresser*

Zimbio Quizzes

Just bear with me, k?

Dialog only


Are you still working on that stuff from Sam?

No...finished it an hour ago.

Oh, great, well it's only seven and I don't want cafeteria food.

Just a sec...

What are you doing?

Taking a quiz.

For what?

To see what 1980s Action Hero I am.

Ok, wait, what, why?

Because it's fun.

Then why are you frowning?

*Adrienne rolls eyes*

So, on what scientific principal is this quiz based upon.

A blogger I think, that watches a lot of TV and film.

More than you? Or have you made quizzes I don't know about.

No, all I do anymore is baby-sit you.

*Daniel laughs, crossing his arms*

There is actually a person that has watched more TV and movies than you have, enough to make a quiz. That IS impressive.

Go ta hell ya coo yon.

Who'd you get?

Not done yet.

How long IS this? I'm hungry.

Go eat, I'm not your keeper.

Well now I'm nosey. Who?

*Adrienne sits back laughing*

What?  *Daniel walk over to computer, Adrienne laughing and shooing him away*

No...give me a sec shug, I need to digest this.

What is so damn funny?

*Adrienne takes a few deep breaths and composes herself*

I got you.

Me?

Yeah, you... *turns computer, picture of 'You are Indiana Jones' in center of screen*

Hilarious *Daniel turns* I'm going to get real food. You sit here and laugh your way to cold macaroni salad.

*Adrienne closes computer still laughing*

I'm not sure if who that result makes look worse, you or me?

*Daniel shutting down lab, eyes rolling*

Oh I can't wait to hear this explanation.

*Adrienne tosses her computer in her bag, shoulders it, following him out*

See, if I'm you then you're best friends with yourself which makes YOU a narcissist.

I can leave you here...

But, by me getting you, when I probably should be a strong woman like Ripley or Leia, means that I am allowing your arrogant, womanizing ways to influence me in a negative fashion.

And you're left...

*Daniel jogs to elevator*

Dammit, Daniel, I'm just screwin' wit ya! Wait up!!!!!

*Daniel slips into elevator, smiling as doors close in her face*

ASSHOLE!!

*Doors open*

Indian, you know, since we're both Dr. Jones and all?

*Adrienne smiles*

And then my place. I have the next one on DVD.

Daniel & Addy get together another AU

He had a problem just coming into her room when he needed to get something, but when he burst in this time the shower going.  As soon as his feet crossed the thresh hold, he hear the water shut off, a curtain being jerked back and her step out cussing at him before he could even see her face.

"Goddamnit Indy you have followed me to the bathroom again!!" she shouted, Daniel rubbing his face and pinching his nose underneath his glasses.

"I wouldn't have to do that if you actually made it anywhere on time, ever..." he stated from the doorway, closing the door behind him so no one would see turning his back as he knew she would order. There was sounds behind him, water dripping on the tiles and Cajun swearing, as feet tapped in the direction of her dresser.

"Turn around cooyon."

"I already did."

"I'm not looking at you to know that."

"And  I'm not looking at you," he shot back, damn prudish Adrienne, "are you ready to go yet ?"

"No, obviously, I need to put clothes on and make myself look presentable," she replied curtly.

"Are you ready for the presentation?"

Adrienne scoffed.

"Of course I'm ready for the presentation," she shot back, hurt in her voice, "first thing to go over with the committee the various Asgard lineage that we've found and the royal family's house. I've connected it to who visited us, well you already, so has to make more sense the roles different Asgard had in their society."

Daniel tried not to smile, laughing as he remained staring at the floor.

"After that we need to move onto the conservation project. I have a few scientists presenting there as well, plus the things that you and I have pulled from various other presentations. What I'm planning on doing is letting the scientists speak first, giving the IOA time to argue nothing and then you and I presenting the things that we all know already work with the current structure of the Unas settlement. After all, they like Radek, and he's got our back."

Again, she had a point. It was so nice to pawn this off on someone else for a change.

"And," she continued, "to top it all off we have to discuss the budget. I know it's not perfect, but 10%? I mean that's better than nothing. They can't they can expect you and I to still get things done on a budget that requires us to go out and beg on the streets of DC for pocket change."

She coughed, clearing her throat and sighing in.

"You're good; I'm dressed now."

He turned around and she was in her uniform, hair still wet but brushed out fiddling around her room for what he knew was her makeup bag.

"And that's all except for presenting our calendar of translations, which doesn't mean anything to anyone but you and I. Shug, you're just lucky that I do all this prep for you now while you and Sam get to go play around."

His rational mind said thank you, or at least he thought it did, but that was not what was controlling his as he walked right up to where she was standing beside her bed, staring off into space at some mental to do list and without thinking, grabbed her face, kissing her directly on the mouth. She froze for second and he thought that might've been a bad idea, that maybe he read things wrong between them, maybe he had thought, hell he didn't know what he was thinking, when he felt her kiss him back slowly, carefully, leaning back against her bed. He let the kiss go for a while longer, forgetting where he was, what time it was, but not who, never who, when he stopped and took a breath pulling away and gazing back down at her.

She smiled, "I take it you think I'm ready?"

"More than ready," he muttered quietly, not letting go or moving away, "it's amazing. Thank you as always."

"So is this what happens when an assistant does a good job? You get kissed by the boss?" she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing.

"No," what in the hell was he doing, "I just felt like kissing you. Sorry."

Adrienne shook her head.

"Don't be sorry," she said, reaching out to kiss him again, just as softly, her skin lightly scented from whatever she used in the shower. He wanted to get lost again, in her, but she pulled away, kissing his cheekbone softly.

"I have to get going."

"I know."

"I'll be back at four."

"I know."

"Do you wanna go out?"

"Sure," he wasn't sure what was happening but had no intention of stopping it, "Dinner?"

"That sounds great Daniel," she said, not calling him Indy.

And with a squeeze of his hand, she was gone, leaving him alone in her quarters.

"Well," he said to no one at all, "I guess Jack was right."

He laughed, shutting out the light and heading back down to the lab.

Daniel & Addy getting together AU

Initially, he hadn't really been concerned, it wasn't as if he hadn't visited a society that seemed to rely as heavily on physical contact as much as the Tyrrians did but he was becoming increasingly worried as the bells tolled and he started to watch their alien hosts begin to pair off. Some were in groups, three, a few foursomes, and by their body language he could tell where this was going.

"Oh no," he muttered, peering down at Adrienne, who hadn't caught on.

"Oh no wha?"

"Oh no there's gonna to be ritual, a ritual in which we are gonna be expected to participate."

His assistant frowned.

"What kind of ritual Indy?" she asked,  reading his face thought not his mind.

"Dr. Jackson, Dr. Rowan," Devra, their host was there, reaching out for them, "we must pay homage to the Gods."

"What would -?" Adrienne started, Daniel shooting her a glare.

"Of course," he agreed since there was no way out of this," and we need to..."

"Find a mate of course, there are a variety of available companions that have shown an interest in you both."

Daniel felt a pinch at his back, Adrienne finally catching on.

Slow much Ad, he thought, taking a breath.

"That won't be necessary, as we will not be needing to find anyone else," he explained, a sly grin spreading across the tan face, a twinkle in the woman's blue eyes.

"Of course..." she cooed, taking his hand anyway, leading him to one of the curtained rooms around the altar. He reached behind to grab Adrienne, his fingers clasping the sleeve to her uniform, jerking her in his direction.

"My people, we practice monogamy, I'm sure you understand..."

"Daniel!!" Adrienne hissed as he shot a look over his shoulder.

"Play along..."

"As your GIRLFRIEND!?!?" she grumbled.

"YES..." he spat through gritted teeth, pulling her into his arms.

"And your assistant?" Devra didn't seem to be buying it, "she is your lover."

"Yes, she is," he nearly choked on his words, another pinch in his back. He wanted to turn around and scream at her, just play along, that they just needed to think something was going to happen, but there was that feeling again and it wasn't a pinch in protest. She was trying to tell him that she was going to heed his request, a finger slipping into his belt loop.

"I thought as much," the woman agreed with a smile, making Daniel laugh inside. You and everyone else around us, he thought, as more bells tolled, figures assembled in front of curtains, reaching out to intimately embrace their partners.

"I shall take my leave before we begin," their host said as she glided away, Daniel turned Adrienne to face him.

"If this is a public performance, we're screwed," she whispered as her boss and best friend shook his head.

"No, curtains, there must be something done before we go in there..."

"Like what?" she asked worried, another toll as Daniel caught the answer to her question, reaching out for her shoulders.

"I said play along," and his lips were pressed against hers, kissing, slowly, deliberately, her lips flavored faintly of the vitamin water she had been drinking as they explored. He thought for a moment that she would protest but she only hesitated for a slight moment before giving in, kissing him back as though she meant it, her tongue lightly toying with his. Chills soared down his spine and he pulled her closer, reaching his hand behind her neck and kiss her deeper, moving his mouth in a frenzy when the bells tolled again and she was pushing him away, leaving him breathless.

"We're supposed to go in now," she choked out, couples and groups pushing past the thin fabric into the room, Adrienne now pulling him to do the same. He followed, stepping behind the safety of the dark purple curtain, into a small candlelit room, as his companion crawled into a bed in the back, sitting up and crossing her legs yoga style.

"So how long do you think this lasts?" she asked as he shrugged, pulling the curtain closed behind him, adjusting it is such as fashion as to where they wouldn't be seen.

"I have no idea," he admitted, "we could be here for a while."

She shrugged herself, scooting over on the bed and patting the seat beside, "well, we might as will sit down," she invited. Not much else he could do, Daniel sat down, tossing his bag onto the floor.

"Sorry about that," he apologized,  "I didn't know what else to do."

"It's okay," she admitted, laughing softly, "I mean it was either you or one of those amazingly hot guys that were staring at me..."

He chuckled as she winked playfully, "You and alien men."

"Don't even get me started Indy," Adrienne's finger shot up for emphasis, as she leaned back against the stone wall, "and anyway, it wasn't so bad," she added quietly looking over at his closest friend.

"Yeah I know. Like I said rather it be someone I know that I have to pretend to have this ritual with than some strange alien women, like you say."

Adrienne shook her head,  "No you coo yon," she laughed, taking a breath, "I can't believe I'm going to say this but you're a good kisser."

 Her cheeks flushed red candlelight.

"Thanks," he muttered quietly, eyes casting downward quickly,  "you're not so bad yourself."

"And you're acting's pretty decent..."

"So's yours..."

"And you're lying our ass off right now..."

"Because your acting sucks."

"And..."

"And you weren't acting."

"Neither were you," she pointed out, the memory of his hand at her neck still so very fresh and real.

"No, I wasn't," and then he was quiet for a moment, eyes back to the floor.

"It's ok, just making sure I hadn't totally lost my ability to read male social cues," she added quickly, looking away herself.

"It's probably a bad idea..."

"Probably."

"I'm really not that kind of person, please know that, people on base that say otherwise don't know me," he defended as he peered back up at the slightly smiling Cajun face staring at him.

"I know you're not, I just like to give you a hard time," she answered with a shrug.

"And I'm not saying that we..."

"Oh no, me neither, not my style..."

"But, I'd like to, well, you know, without an audience..."

"That would be nice..."

He kissed her again, before either of them could say anything else stupid, taking her face in his hand...

What DID Sam say to Addy???

"Wait Dr. Rowan! Please stop! You don't understand!" Sam shouted, watching the Cajun woman tear down the hall. She couldn't let her go, after what she'd read last night, read to Jack in bed. The woman was brilliant, her writing was superb, and if Daniel would just give her a chance...

There was a slow to her step and Dr. Rowan turned to face the general, now the professional woman that she had met in the car, not the one who had just freaked out on one of her oldest friends.

"General I apologize for my outburst, I'm just, well, I'm sorry but I can't think about the possibility of  a position in such a hostile work environment..."

"Please," Sam cut her off, holding up her and, "give me a little longer to explain. Would you walk with me?" she invited, extending her hands in front of her down the long corridor. The woman didn't say word in protest, quietly following behind as Sam continued to walk forward.

"On the left here is the Infirmary, it's a state-of-the-art facility, leading in research medicine. It's run by doctor Carolyn Lam, you might want to look her up, very accomplished surgeon, we're quite proud to have her..."

"Wait?" her guest paused as she peered into the bustling medical facility, " you have an infirmary in a Pentagon research facility?"

Sam smiled, "Yes we do, and more. If you would please..." she continued her pace, her destination ahead. She wasn't wrong about this woman, she had a feeling, even Jack said there was something about her, the name was familiar, he remembered the name so this wasn't just some strange crazy person she had flown to Washington.

"I'd like to apologize for Daniel, before we go on," she said as she came to a halt in front of a large set of double doors, preparing her speech.

"I'm not sure I understand general..."

"My name is Samantha, Sam, call me Sam," she corrected quickly, after all, this woman was a civilian, a civilian that she didn't want to lose, not yet, not until she got a chance, "Daniel's been through a lot these past few years, much more than you can imagine..."

The woman didn't seemed convinced.

"I can imagine a lot."

Sam sighed, taking a breath, wanting to smack Daniel for that outburst, "Just take whatever you imagine and make it worse, far worse."

The Cajun nodded, listening as Sam tried not to remember Daniel after the Destiny's last message came in, Daniel after Vala has stormed off world calling him every name in the book for breaking up with her, Daniel at the very few and far between group get togethers as he sat in silence...

"I need someone here to work with him, really work with him, push him. After everything that's happened, the only thing he has to hold on to anymore is his work. It's what he throws himself into now, throws himself into to the point of sacrificing himself. He needs someone, a professional like you to serve as his research assistant so he will stop killing himself."

Dr. Rowan frowned again.

"Assistant? That sounds more like a babysitter, for a grown man.

"It's not a babysitter," Sam shook her head, "I assure you. He's a researcher, we need a researcher, another researcher in there for him to continue his work because right now he's not doing anything but drowning in something that he can't handle on his own."

"I do miss research," the woman whispered, not surprising Sam in the least.

"And I've read your file, I've gone through your records. His work is the most important thing to him and I don't think I need to know you better to know that it's the most important thing to you as well. Professionally, I think the two of you could get a lot accomplished together."

Yet, her guest still didn't seem convinced. Damn Daniel and his damn fits. Why in the hell did he attack a woman about her recently deceased father? If anyone, he should have used more tact.

"This used to be a learning facility," Sam continued, "We used to come up with new ideas, learn about things, research, create projects and now we don't and I want to hire you to bring that back. I want you to create projects and research," she paused letting it sink in before continuing, "I could tell from your Smithsonian application alone that you are the kind of person we are looking for."

"Thanks General, I mean Sam, that's very kind but I-"

"Just one more thing," Sam interrupted, "one more thing before you refuse," and without giving the woman a chance to do just that the general hit a button on the wall, the double doors crawling open leaving Adrienne Rowan staring at a large ring made a substance she couldn't identify.

"What's that?" she asked, confused, her dark eyes cutting at Sam.

"That's the Stargate," she answered with pride, "Imagine instead of digging behind a civilization after they existed, after they're long gone that you could walk through that and be in ancient Rome, in ancient Greece, or Egypt, Mesopotamia..."

"What do you mean?"

"Adrienne, that is a special gate. It's a wormhole that takes you to other planets and through space and to worlds that have human beings like us, worlds beyond your wildest dreams."

"This is a joke right?" Dr. Rowan inquired, mystified as Sam shook her head, taking this risk just one step further.

"It's not a joke. In fact, some of the people that passed us in the hallways are not even from Earth. I can show you video, files, anything you want to see to make you believe me, but that's not what I want you to really consider. If you believe nothing else, believe this. You love to learn, I can tell, anyone can tell just by reading your blog. Between the gate and that man sitting back in the boardroom, if you take this job you'll learn things beyond your wildest imagination because I really don't think there's a limit to what Daniel can teach you if you're just willing to learn."

"So," she stammered, "you're offering me the job? Even after I made a total ass of myself?"

"I am," Sam smiled.

Take it, she thought, take it and bring him back to us because I see so much of him in you...

Adrienne Rowan fell quiet.