#askdanieljackson

Cameron kicked her out of his presence within five minutes of her arrival, which Vala reckoned was a new record. Reckoned? Maybe it was good that she was getting away from him. He was starting to infiltrate her personal dialog. She pulled a face at her internal word choice, which earned her a questioning glance from a young man she passed in the halls of the SGC. She glared back at him, shoulders squaring, as if to say 'what? you've got something to say?' The poor marine ducked his head, quickening his pace. Her body relaxed, and a smile played against her lips. Yep, she still had it. 

But yes, back on topic. Cameron shooed her way, saying something about having a meeting with the General. His exasperated tone told her that he was lying, he never was a good liar, but there was also an air of finality that followed his words. He was in no mood to be messed with. Usually, he would entertain her for half an hour at least, before he got fed up. After leaving him, she went to Teal'c, who was right smack dab in the middle of meditation. So, she plopped herself down, legs crossed, and stared at him until one eye opened, and an eyebrow raised. Okay, he wasn't in the mood to play either.

And so, she found herself walking the familiar route to Daniel's lab. He was usually her first choice, since bothering him brought her such joy, but last time she visited him, he threatened to, and I quote, "rip those pretty little pigtails right off." Vala, of course, grinned and replied, "You think they're pretty?" He pushed her away in an ungentlemanly-like fashion, and she hadn't spoken to him in two whole days afterward. Two. Whole. DAYS! That's almost ten years in Vala time.

She found the door to his lap open, as always. She couldn't help the grin that washed over her features; bothering him was one of her very favorite activities. Usually because, when he didn't kick her out, he broke down and indulged her pleas. She clasped his doorframe, using it as leverage as she swung into his lab. "Daniel," she sang, dragging out each and every letter, hanging in the doorway.