Not Marley's Chains - Dungeons
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rinkhcTitle: Not Marley’s Chains
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters/Pairing: Cam/Vala
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 579
Notes: for dizzydame for the stargatelandstargatelandWinter Gift Giving Challenge
Prompt: Hurt Comfort Bingo Fill: “Dungeons”
“This sucks,” Mitchell groused. “This totally sucks.”
Vala rattled the chains that were attached to her wrists by heavy manacles. “Oh, I don’t know, I’ve been incarcerated in worse places. It’s big, I’ve been in tiny little claustrophobic closets.”
“It’s a dungeon, Vala,” Mitchell snapped. “We’re stuck in a dungeon on Christmas Eve.”
She slid down to sit back against the wall across from him. “Were you supposed to go home to see your family this year, Cameron?”
He nodded, his elbows propped on his knees, with his chin propped on his hands. “Yeah, it’s a big annual party; the whole family is coming in. It will be a houseful. My Momma cooks and bakes for a week before Christmas, getting ready.”
Licking her lips, Vala asked, “Does she make cookies?” At Cam’s nod she leaned forward and asked, “Will you share some of Momma’s Christmas cookies with me, Cameron?”
“I’ll tell you what, if we get out of here, I’ll take you with me. I’ll make sure Momma sends you back to the SGC with a whole bagful of cookies of your very own.”
“We’ll get out,” Vala said with certainty, smiling encouragingly at him.
“Right. Sure.” Mitchell closed his eyes and tilted his head back, miserable with the circumstances, annoyed that a simple mission had gone topsy turvey on them.
Apparently trying to cheer him up, Vala slid her foot along his calf, and winked at him suggestively when he looked over at her.
He shook his head and twisted the manacle around his wrist, tugging it. The chain made a rattling sound that echoed through the dungeon.
“Whoooo, I am the ghost of Jacob Marley,” Vala said in a spooky voice. “Tonight you shall be visited by three more ghosts.”
Cam laughed, cheered up by her antics. “Let me guess, you’ve been watching a Christmas Carol?”
“Mister Magoo’s Christmas Carol,” she replied with a broad grin. “Teal’c bought it for me and we watched it last weekend. Twice. Does Momma make razzleberry dressing, by any chance?”
With a snort, Cam shook his head. “No. But she does make a tasty cranberry sauce at Thanksgiving. Damn it, I’m missing Christmas!”
“No, you’ll be home in time,” Vala said, smiling mysteriously.
“How can you be so sure?”
She grinned. “Because I know something you don’t.”
“Huh? What?”
She pointed towards the wall behind Mitchell. He scooted forward a little and turned to look where she was pointing. There was a tiny window very high up on the wall. “About five minutes ago, Teal’c and Sam were at that window. Sam waved and held up her hands like this.” Vala held both of her hands up, fingers spread. “I assume she meant ten minutes.”
“Is that so? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just did, didn’t I? Now, what shall I wear for Christmas dinner?”
He laughed. “Whatever you want to, sweetheart, whatever you want to, I should warn you though, someone is certain to make you wear the silly reindeer antlers at some point.”
“I have my own Santa hat. It has my name in gold glitter across the brim.” Vala pointed to her forehead, where her name would be, if she were wearing the hat.
Three minutes later, there was a loud explosion and Teal’c and Sam ran into the dungeon; the cavalry had arrived with guns blazing.
Three hours later, Mitchell and Vala were on a plane, heading to Auburn.
It was a very merry Christmas.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters/Pairing: Cam/Vala
Rating: Gen
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 579
Notes: for dizzydame for the stargateland
stargatelandWinter Gift Giving ChallengePrompt: Hurt Comfort Bingo Fill: “Dungeons”
“This sucks,” Mitchell groused. “This totally sucks.”
Vala rattled the chains that were attached to her wrists by heavy manacles. “Oh, I don’t know, I’ve been incarcerated in worse places. It’s big, I’ve been in tiny little claustrophobic closets.”
“It’s a dungeon, Vala,” Mitchell snapped. “We’re stuck in a dungeon on Christmas Eve.”
She slid down to sit back against the wall across from him. “Were you supposed to go home to see your family this year, Cameron?”
He nodded, his elbows propped on his knees, with his chin propped on his hands. “Yeah, it’s a big annual party; the whole family is coming in. It will be a houseful. My Momma cooks and bakes for a week before Christmas, getting ready.”
Licking her lips, Vala asked, “Does she make cookies?” At Cam’s nod she leaned forward and asked, “Will you share some of Momma’s Christmas cookies with me, Cameron?”
“I’ll tell you what, if we get out of here, I’ll take you with me. I’ll make sure Momma sends you back to the SGC with a whole bagful of cookies of your very own.”
“We’ll get out,” Vala said with certainty, smiling encouragingly at him.
“Right. Sure.” Mitchell closed his eyes and tilted his head back, miserable with the circumstances, annoyed that a simple mission had gone topsy turvey on them.
Apparently trying to cheer him up, Vala slid her foot along his calf, and winked at him suggestively when he looked over at her.
He shook his head and twisted the manacle around his wrist, tugging it. The chain made a rattling sound that echoed through the dungeon.
“Whoooo, I am the ghost of Jacob Marley,” Vala said in a spooky voice. “Tonight you shall be visited by three more ghosts.”
Cam laughed, cheered up by her antics. “Let me guess, you’ve been watching a Christmas Carol?”
“Mister Magoo’s Christmas Carol,” she replied with a broad grin. “Teal’c bought it for me and we watched it last weekend. Twice. Does Momma make razzleberry dressing, by any chance?”
With a snort, Cam shook his head. “No. But she does make a tasty cranberry sauce at Thanksgiving. Damn it, I’m missing Christmas!”
“No, you’ll be home in time,” Vala said, smiling mysteriously.
“How can you be so sure?”
She grinned. “Because I know something you don’t.”
“Huh? What?”
She pointed towards the wall behind Mitchell. He scooted forward a little and turned to look where she was pointing. There was a tiny window very high up on the wall. “About five minutes ago, Teal’c and Sam were at that window. Sam waved and held up her hands like this.” Vala held both of her hands up, fingers spread. “I assume she meant ten minutes.”
“Is that so? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just did, didn’t I? Now, what shall I wear for Christmas dinner?”
He laughed. “Whatever you want to, sweetheart, whatever you want to, I should warn you though, someone is certain to make you wear the silly reindeer antlers at some point.”
“I have my own Santa hat. It has my name in gold glitter across the brim.” Vala pointed to her forehead, where her name would be, if she were wearing the hat.
Three minutes later, there was a loud explosion and Teal’c and Sam ran into the dungeon; the cavalry had arrived with guns blazing.
Three hours later, Mitchell and Vala were on a plane, heading to Auburn.
It was a very merry Christmas.