Late night games: gen ficlet
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prowler_pilotTitle:Late night games
Rating:G
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Vala Mal Doran
Summary: Elizabeth is not the only one who can't sleep tonight
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medie's annual Elizabeth Weir-drabble-a-thon
Of all the people Elizabeth thought she could find in the mess hall at this time of the night, Vala Mal Doran was probably the last on her list. Deprived of the usual clusters of scientists and marines, or lonely eaters, the room looked larger than she’d ever believed it to be.
Vala looked like a single letter in the middle of a blank page: black hair, black tank-top, black pants, and incredibly pale skin, she sat cross-legged on a table at the center of the room, a tablet perched on one knee, and a tub of yoghurt in her hand.
She lifted her head at the sound of Elizabeth’s footsteps and greeted her with a luminous smile. Elizabeth answered with a nod and a smile of her own as she walked over to the thermos and poured herself the lukewarm remnants of coffee from dinner.
“That’s not going to help you sleep, you know.” Vala said with that peculiar accent of hers, when Elizabeth came to sit at the same table. She hadn’t been at the SGC when Elizabeth still worked there, but she knew snippets of her story from her briefs conversations with Daniel Jackson.
“It’ll help me face another working day in a few hours.”
Vala thought for a moment, her mouth closing around the spoon. “Fair enough.” It was in that moment that Elizabeth noticed that the yoghurt was actually pudding. Their precious chocolate pudding, that came in limited supply once a month and was lovingly stored in a locked refrigerator.
Vala produced another from behind her back and tossed it to Elizabeth, who caught it just before it hit her square in the face. “I don’t really like vanilla.” She said apologetically, her smile planted firmly in place. A spoon was magically produced from Vala’s pocket and clumsily pushed into Elizabeth’s hand. “There.” She mumbled.
Even as she peeled the lid off the tub and let her nostrils revel in the sweet scent of milk and chocolate, Elizabeth made a mental note of talking to Daniel first thing in the morning.
“Insomnia?” She asked.
Vala brought another spoonful of pudding to her mouth, then shrugged. “I haven’t slept much since Qetesh was removed from my body.”
Elizabeth wasn’t sure whether she was referring to a physiological reaction caused by the chemical imbalance or nightmares, but she didn’t query.
“Burden of command?” Vala asked in return.
Elizabeth took a mouthful of pudding, and nodded. “That pretty much sums it up.”
Vala sighed. “This place is beautiful, but there’s not much to do at night. All the interesting doors seem to be locked, and I figured it would be impolite if I started tampering with your crystals. And Daniel would be angry.”
Never as angry as McKay, Elizabeth thought, if he woke up to find that someone had put their hands in his territory. And an alien woman with no Ph.Ds of all people.
Vala studied her for a few more seconds as she licked her spoon clean and placed the now empty plastic tub on the table. She didn’t look very happy with her silence, or that the pudding was over, for that matter.
“Play chess?”
“Chess?” Elizabeth echoed incredulously.
“It’s about the only earth game I can play. More or less, because Daniel and Teal’c always beat me.” She grimaced. “Maybe you could tell me what I’m doing wrong?”
With an amused smile on her lips, Elizabeth reached out and took the tablet from Vala’s bent knee. She brought up the virtual chessboard on the screen and handed the alien woman a stylus.
“I can do better.” She said, remembering the long hours spent over Daniel’s antique chessboard. “I can teach you how to beat Daniel.”
Rating:G
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Vala Mal Doran
Summary: Elizabeth is not the only one who can't sleep tonight
Note: for
medie's annual Elizabeth Weir-drabble-a-thonOf all the people Elizabeth thought she could find in the mess hall at this time of the night, Vala Mal Doran was probably the last on her list. Deprived of the usual clusters of scientists and marines, or lonely eaters, the room looked larger than she’d ever believed it to be.
Vala looked like a single letter in the middle of a blank page: black hair, black tank-top, black pants, and incredibly pale skin, she sat cross-legged on a table at the center of the room, a tablet perched on one knee, and a tub of yoghurt in her hand.
She lifted her head at the sound of Elizabeth’s footsteps and greeted her with a luminous smile. Elizabeth answered with a nod and a smile of her own as she walked over to the thermos and poured herself the lukewarm remnants of coffee from dinner.
“That’s not going to help you sleep, you know.” Vala said with that peculiar accent of hers, when Elizabeth came to sit at the same table. She hadn’t been at the SGC when Elizabeth still worked there, but she knew snippets of her story from her briefs conversations with Daniel Jackson.
“It’ll help me face another working day in a few hours.”
Vala thought for a moment, her mouth closing around the spoon. “Fair enough.” It was in that moment that Elizabeth noticed that the yoghurt was actually pudding. Their precious chocolate pudding, that came in limited supply once a month and was lovingly stored in a locked refrigerator.
Vala produced another from behind her back and tossed it to Elizabeth, who caught it just before it hit her square in the face. “I don’t really like vanilla.” She said apologetically, her smile planted firmly in place. A spoon was magically produced from Vala’s pocket and clumsily pushed into Elizabeth’s hand. “There.” She mumbled.
Even as she peeled the lid off the tub and let her nostrils revel in the sweet scent of milk and chocolate, Elizabeth made a mental note of talking to Daniel first thing in the morning.
“Insomnia?” She asked.
Vala brought another spoonful of pudding to her mouth, then shrugged. “I haven’t slept much since Qetesh was removed from my body.”
Elizabeth wasn’t sure whether she was referring to a physiological reaction caused by the chemical imbalance or nightmares, but she didn’t query.
“Burden of command?” Vala asked in return.
Elizabeth took a mouthful of pudding, and nodded. “That pretty much sums it up.”
Vala sighed. “This place is beautiful, but there’s not much to do at night. All the interesting doors seem to be locked, and I figured it would be impolite if I started tampering with your crystals. And Daniel would be angry.”
Never as angry as McKay, Elizabeth thought, if he woke up to find that someone had put their hands in his territory. And an alien woman with no Ph.Ds of all people.
Vala studied her for a few more seconds as she licked her spoon clean and placed the now empty plastic tub on the table. She didn’t look very happy with her silence, or that the pudding was over, for that matter.
“Play chess?”
“Chess?” Elizabeth echoed incredulously.
“It’s about the only earth game I can play. More or less, because Daniel and Teal’c always beat me.” She grimaced. “Maybe you could tell me what I’m doing wrong?”
With an amused smile on her lips, Elizabeth reached out and took the tablet from Vala’s bent knee. She brought up the virtual chessboard on the screen and handed the alien woman a stylus.
“I can do better.” She said, remembering the long hours spent over Daniel’s antique chessboard. “I can teach you how to beat Daniel.”
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Date: 2008-01-16 04:43 pm (UTC)And Elizabeth and Vala teaming up to beat Daniel at chess! Hehe!
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Date: 2008-01-21 11:21 pm (UTC)