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It wasn’t the first time a perplexing note had arrived through the Stargate, but it was the first time it had caused such a ruckus.
Sam went bright red and locked herself in her lab. No one saw her for days. Jack basically did the cha-cha in the gateroom while debating whether to go after her. Hammond was utterly tongue tied, his bald head darkening to a never-before-seen shade of red. Daniel sputtered out some potential answers. Teal’c just raised an eyebrow and went to get lunch.
At least that’s how Vala has heard the story. It is an absolute legend around the SGC: the day the note arrived. The note that almost killed their careers. The note that almost ended SG-1 as a team. The note deemed so potentially destructive it was eventually classified and burned. Even all these years later, only five people–the original members of SG-1 plus Hammond–know the actual contents of the note.
Vala loves a mystery. Especially one involving intrigue, deceit, and romance, all of which this one must surely have. Where to begin her sleuthing? The obvious place, of course.
On her way into Daniel’s office, Vala removes her button down shirt, lifts her tits up high, and pulls her tank top down.
“Daniel,” she says, pouting and leaning over his desk. “Remember that thing I did for you the other day?”
“What? No,” he says, not even lifting his eyes from his book.
She leans over more fully, making sure her breasts align with his eyes, and whispers into his ear, “But you must, Daniel. You said you owed me and I’m calling in that favor.”
Daniel merely waves his hand up by the side of his head like he’s swatting away a fly.
Vala tears the book from his hands, finally getting his attention, and immediately falls back into position—tits out.
“Vala! What are you…oh…uh…” Daniel gets a goofy look and leans his head awkwardly into his hands. “Um, hi. Did you need something?”
“Really, Daniel. It shouldn’t be so difficult to get your attention.”
“Right, um, what was it you wanted?” His eyes wander toward her cleavage again.
Vala smiles. “I want you to tell me about the note, Daniel.” She launches herself over the table, landing with her legs on either side of him and her chest in his face.
Daniel shirks back in his chair, awkwardly trying to find a non-Vala place to put his hands. “Note?”
“Yes, Daniel. The note that came through the Stargate and set this place in an uproar years ago. The note that was classified and burned.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She finds it telling that Daniel only seems to have found his wits then and there. “I think you do.” She starts dragging a finger down the side of his face. “Tell me, Daniel.”
He takes hold of her hand. “Vala, I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t have time for this now. Go bother someone else.” He picks the book back up from the desk and turns away from her.
Vala huffs and slides down off the desk until she is straddling Daniel.
“Vala!” The man jumps like he hasn’t been touched by a woman in years. Probably true, she thinks.
“I have to put my feet on the ground before I can leave,” she says, doing just that while making sure to press down against him as she does. Her only objective now is to annoy him. He shrinks away and refuses to look at her, so she leaves, content now in the knowledge that she’s at least had the desired effect on him.
Unable to bother General O’Neill or General Hammond since one is in D.C. and the other is wherever one retires to on this planet, she debates whether she’ll have more luck with Teal’c or Sam next. Teal’c, she decides. She adds a little skip to her walk after nearly causing a young airman to trip over his own feet with a simple wink.
Finding Teal’c in his quarters, Vala jumps into his arms and wraps her legs around his waist without hesitation. “Hello, muscles.”
“Vala Mal Doran. It is good to see you.”
“It is, isn’t it,” she responds, enjoying the slide down his hard body to the floor. “I heard about something recently that I thought you could help me understand as both of us have the alien thing in common.”
He smiles politely. “It would be my pleasure to assist you if I am able.”
“Fabulous.” She takes a seat in one of his chairs. “I’ve heard about the note that came through the Stargate years ago. It sounds like it caused quite a commotion amongst our teammates and I wondered if you could explain why.” She does her best to look as innocent as possible.
“I am unaware of that of which you speak.”
Like hell he is, she thinks. “The note. Classified then burned. Surely you know what I'm talking about.” She shifts so she’s sitting as straight and upright as possible. “I know we aren’t meant to speak of it. That’s why I’m not being more specific as to what the note said.”
Teal’c looks directly at her. “That is too bad. Perhaps with more specificity, I might be of more service.”
Well played, muscles, she thinks. Well played. Standing up, she huffs and pouts. “It’s just so difficult sometimes, isn’t it? Being the alien? The outsider? I thought you’d understand.”
“I did at one time but I have come to think of my teammates as my family now. I no longer feel alone. I hope you too will experience the same one day.”
Frowning, she gives up on him…for now. “Fine, muscles. I’ll have to figure this one out for myself.”
“I wish you good luck in your quest,” he says as she struts out the door. She’d swear she hears a tickle of laughter in mister serious’s words as she goes. Annoying.
Sam is the only source left. Glancing down at her tits, Vala wonders whether she should put them away. It’s not as if she hasn’t seduced a woman or two (or three) in her day. But no. That would be the wrong approach with Sam. She unties the shirt from her hips and puts it back on.
“Knock knock,” she calls out at Sam’s lab door.
Sam looks up from her work and grins politely. “Hi Vala.”
“Hey, girlfriend,” she says, eliciting a confused look from Sam. Perhaps she’d overdone that greeting. “What are you up to?”
Sam’s eyes sparkle and Vala realizes she’s made a huge mistake with that question but does her best to look interested when Sam launches into a long explanation about…she really has no idea what.
“Oh yes. How very interesting,” she says as soon as Sam takes a breath.
Sam smiles brightly and, Vala thinks, somewhat mischievously. “You find the conductive properties of these alien minerals interesting? I could tell you more.”
Vala likes Sam quite a lot. She’s whip smart and rarely does anything without reason—like her current attempt at boring Vala into leaving her alone with her work. Nice try, she thinks. Would’ve worked any other time too but she is on a mission today and not at all ready to back down.
“Darling, we’re friends right?”
“Yes.”
“Girlfriends, if you will.”
“Um…sure.”
“And girlfriends talk, don’t they?”
“I suppose so.” Sam furrows her brow and leans back in her chair. “What’s this about, Vala?”
She leans over, resting her elbows on the desk and placing her head in her hands. She’s decided to try a new tactic and go with what she suspects. “Tell me about you and Jack.”
Sam’s eyes go wide. “What?”
“Oh, Samantha. Girlfriends know these things. Spill it.”
Sam shrugs. “I’m not sure what you’re asking.”
Vala stands up, walks around, and leans back on the desk to the right of Sam. “I’m not a fool, you know. I know you two are an item.”
Sam’s face remains nondescript while she thinks. “It’s not a secret, per se, Vala. We just don’t flaunt it. It’s…complicated. I’d appreciate it if you’d respect our privacy and do the same.”
“Oh, of course, darling. I just want to know what the note said that got it all started.”
A slight pink tinge rises up onto her friend’s face and although Sam’s done a good job of playing it cool so far, Vala is sure she’s hit on something now.
Sam chokes on nothing at all as she tries to speak. “Note?”
Vala smiles innocently. Gotcha. “Yes, Samantha. The note that came through the Stargate, causing gobs of trouble before ending up classified. The note that’s the reason you and the good general are now an item.”
Sam’s face continues to redden but she just glares at Vala. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Lies!” Vala slams her hands down on the desk causing Sam to jump in her chair. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, I tell you. I have my ways.”
The blush on Sam’s face has died down a bit now and she looks almost believable when she says, “Good luck with that, Vala, but there’s nothing to get to the bottom of.”
“Ha! Lies! Lies, I tell you!” She calls out as she exits Sam’s lab. “Maybe Cam knows. Does Cam know? If Cam knows and I don’t know, I’m…”
Sam leans back on her couch and more fully into Jack’s arms as he massages her shoulders. He’s making an excellent start of fulfilling his promise to release the week’s tension. She’s looking forward to more. He’s so very good at it.
“So, anything interesting happen this week you haven’t already told me about?” He digs his knuckles into a particularly sore spot on her neck and she moans in gratitude.
“Now that you mention it, guess who asked me about the note today.”
“The note?” His hands freeze and she reaches back to encourage him to continue.
“Yep. She strolled into my office, started asking about us and then suddenly she was asking about the note.”
“You’re kidding? People are still telling that story, huh?”
She nods. “Seems so.”
His hands start to reach under her collar but then he taps her back so she sits up, allowing him to remove her shirt completely. His hands resume their kneading. “I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s a good one, after all.”
“Very few people know exactly how good though,” she says, relaxing more fully into his arms.
His hands trail down her arms then back up where he stops to trace the curve of her breasts. “I do.”
“Mmmm. Me too.” She sighs as his finger brushes a nipple.
“That note is still the greatest thing the Stargate program ever did for me.”
Sam laughs. “Technically I did it, Jack.”
His arms wrap around her fully and he leans down to nip at her neck. “That you did.”
She’s enjoying his touch and letting herself go when he suddenly stops. “Jack?”
“Ya see, the thing that’s always bothered me about that note is why in the heck future you thought it’d take some note claiming eventual catastrophe if we didn’t…ya know…to get me to, well, you know.”
Sam smiles, sits up, and turns to face him. It had never occurred to her back then that all she’d needed to do was ask. “I’ve thought about that a lot and I think the note was for me.”
Jack grins at her. “You sent a note from the future back to yourself to tell us we had to fuck by a certain date and time or else? Why?”
“I don’t know. We have no good explanation for why I did what I did and well, sometimes I think future me somehow knew I needed to, um, relax.” She bites the inside of her cheek, slightly embarrassed by her declaration.
“Sam. You’re telling me that at some point in the future, you’ll figure out how to predict solar flares and use that knowledge, seriously risking all our asses by the way, just to tell yourself to relax.”
She beams at him. “No, Jack. To tell myself to relax with you.
His grin widens. “I did always try to point out how tense you were.”
Sam inches closer to him. “You did.”
“But you never listened.” He’s intentionally being difficult now, placing his hands behind his back and refusing to carry on where they’d left off.
“But, sirrrr,” she purrs, knowing how much he likes that. “You never told me how good you were at releasing that tension.” She runs a hand up his thigh.
“Didn’t I?”
“No. You didn’t.” She leans forward and lets her tongue explore his neck. “Remind me how you do it, sir,” she whispers into his ear.
“Like I said, all you ever had to do was ask!” He somehow manages to swing his legs around to the side of the couch and lift her up along with him as he stands.
She laughs as he walks into the bedroom and drops her onto the bed.
Later that night, not a whisper of tension left within her, she listens to the soft sound of his snoring and wonders if she’s right about why she sent back that note. There are so many possibilities and it’s such an odd thing for her to have done. Had something happened? Had something happened to one of them? Is there really some catastrophic event in their future? Maybe…
“Stop thinking, Sam, or you’ll require my services again and I’m all tuckered out.”
Having not even realized he’d awakened, she rolls over to kiss him. “Sorry, sir. Too late. I’m in need.”