The Dating Game

Spacegypsy1

Number 15: Cancel – Call off, stop, abandon, withdraw, revoke, terminate, rescind.

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Usually at 0200 there were few people in the mess hall, actually, rarely anyone, so Daniel was surprised to see someone and more surprised that it was Sam sitting at a table, coffee in hand.

Only the coffee station and a basket of fruit and one of muffins were left out. Grabbing a muffin and filling his mug, Daniel went and sat across from Sam. “Hey, didn’t know you were back. What are you doing up so late?”

“Just got in. My internal time clock needs to be reset. I’ve got a week for playing around with my data while they refit some things on the George Hammond. I considered stopping by your office, but wasn’t sure you’d be up. You look awful!”

“Thanks.” Daniel scowled at his muffin. “You look great.”

“What happened?”

“When?”

“Last night.”

His gaze lifted across the table. “How’d you know?”

“Walter. Anytime he sends something the last bit is always gossip update. I look forward to it.”

“She canceled.”

“What!?”

“Canceled.”

“Why?”

“She said I wasn’t enthusiastic enough.”

Sam stood up looking down at Daniel with a frown.

Confused, Daniel looked up. “Where are you going?”

“To see if she’s alright!”

“What about me?”

“Pfft, like you care. I’m sure you were relieved.” Sam called over her shoulder as she exited.

Head down Daniel mumbled into his coffee mug, “Were being the operative word.”

When Sam dashed back in, Daniel grinned, only to be disappointed when she fixed a cup of tea and grabbed a handful of muffins, dashing out again.

“It’s two o’clock in the morning!” He yelled after her.

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Sam was met with over large rollers bobbing around on Vala’s head, a pair of silly Cookie Monster fuzzy slippers, and a robe that was big enough for Teal’c. “I thought you might like a snack.”

“Hello, Samantha. Please come in.”

“Were you busy?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Sam put the tea and muffins on the dresser top and turned to smile brightly at her friend. “So? Talk?”

Vala crawled on the bed, folding her legs beneath her and sitting back on her heels. She patted the bed beside her. “How long before you leave again?”

Sam took the offered seat. “A week.”

“Good. Can I leave with you? I’ve been mulling over a transfer.”

“What happened?”

“I’m the one who asked him to take me – as usual – and when he agreed I realized he was annoyed and disgruntled. It took me nearly twenty-four hours to get the courage to tell him never mind. We both knew he would eventually cancel, I just didn't want to go through that again. ”

With a commiserate smile, Sam flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “So now what?”

“Transfer?” Vala’s attempt at a wide happy grin fell flat.

“I don’t think that’s the answer.” Sam closed her eyes and tapped her lips with a finger in thought.

“Right. Well…I’m miserable, but that’s nothing new. I’m sure he’s relieved it’s all over. We’re officially two co-workers. Friends even. Isn’t that the most disturbing thing you have ever heard? Friends! Posh!”

“Plenty more fish in the sea.”

“What on earth do fish have to do with it?” Vala scrunched her brows in confusion.

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“Daniel? Are you ill?” Vala left her perch on the stool across his office and approached the archeologist. “You haven’t made any sense in the last hour. I’m still stuck on Gris’nak’s interpretation of a Naquadah infused something or the other and you’ve been totally useless helping me in translating that one little word. It’s vaguely familiar, but I can’t seem to place it. Apparently its something Qetesh was ignorant of … don’t you think that odd? I mean, really. I was a Goa’uld, I should know this.”

“Let’s go out. To dinner. Tonight. Something really nice. Maybe expensive, you know, and you could dress up.”

“Goodness no! It’s Friday night, what would people think!?”

“That we’re going out to dinner…”

“Ah, two co-workers…”

“…on a date…”

“…having a co-worker dinner…in appreciation of my hard work…”

“…we could go back to my place and have a nightcap…”

“I don’t generally wear hats.”

“Maybe stay over. Have breakfast…”

“You’re not making any sense…”

“I mean, what’s wrong with us dating? It’s not…what are you doing?”

“Calling Carolyn, you’re clearly very ill.”

“You could say that.”

“I just did.” She set the phone down. “What are the symptoms?”

He stood. “Every time I’m with you my heart beats funny.”

“Funny?” She squeaked out taking a step back as he approached.

“And when you’re gone, I don’t think it beats at all.”

“At all?”

“And when I sleep, I dream of you.”

She backed up farther. “Me?”

He stopped. “You. Vala I…”

“Did you say date?”

He nodded with a happy smile.

Vala launched herself into his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him. The way he kissed her back made her dizzy.

Arms locked around his neck, she pulled back, grinning blissfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so happy, Daniel. You do know I’m madly in love with you?”

“Um hmm.” He mumbled against her neck.

Her head went back giving him better access. “Don’t you have something to say?”

“Um hmm.” Daniel’s lips were trailing across her jaw.

“What?” She whispered, trying to capture his mouth again. When she failed, Vala grabbed his face, pushing it back. Cocking her head she took a good look at him. “Are you drunk?”

He blinked slowly.

Untangling herself she stood, taking a step back.

His eyelids were at half mast, a goofy looking grin on his face. “Yes.” He seemed to slur.

“Yes, what?”

“Drunk.”

Brows furrowing, eyes flashing and mouth dropping open fully Vala fumed.

Daniel took her by the neck and reeled her in. “Drunk with love.”

“Oh.” She beamed, leaning in for another kiss.

His kiss lasted mere seconds. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Taking her hand he tugged her along.

“Where are we going?”

“My place.”

“What about our dinner date?”

“We’ll pick up something on the way for later.”

“You’re canceling our date! I knew it!”

--------~END The Dating Game. Next story will be up soon... Ghost Hunter it's D/V, but you knew that, right?