crossoverfic | [FIC] Along for the Ride (Stargate SG-1/Tomorrow People (Original Series) crossover) (Reply)

Title: Along for the Ride
Author:

fikgirl/CheleSedai
Fandom(s): Stargate SG-1/Tomorrow People (Original Series) crossover
Rating: G
Characters: Vala Mal Doran, Stephen Jameson
Summary: Stephen is along for the ride; not that he actually had a choice.
Disclaimer: Characters featured here are not mine. They belong to MGM, Gekko Productions, Thames Television and Roger Damon Price.

As the ship executed another swooping dive before banking sharply to the left, Stephen questioned the logic and chivalry that made him want to rescue the damsel in distress. That had been before he realized that she wasn't in distress at all, that it was the Federation pilot he should have been worried about.

Then everything else had happened too quickly for him to think about it at all.

The small ship jerked again, and he was forced roughly against the arm of the co-pilot's seat. The security cuff on his right wrist chafed painfully as it held his arm snugly against the other arm of the seat.

"Will you stop that? These ships aren't made for those sort of maneuvers," Stephen protested even knowing that such protests were likely to fall on death ears.

"Maybe not for your pilots," the not-damsel-very-much-smuggler-and-thief, one Vala Mal Doran by name, threw him a smile and a wink, "But this baby just needed a woman's touch."

To punctuate her words the ship shot between a pile of scrap metal and a large rock with just barely enough room to fit. Stephen closed his eyes and said a small prayer.

"Vala, just give yourself up. The Federation won't stop pursuing until you make the jump to hyperspace, and you can't get enough clear range to do that in Secorii territory."

He added a silent thank you to the Secorii for their xenophobic laced paranoia and the random artificially placed asteroids and scrap yards that littered the borders in and out of their territory. Stephen spent years trying to figure out the Secorii xenophobia, and being more often than not annoyed by it; he never thought he would be thankful for it.

"Oh, Stephen, you have no idea what I can do," Vala purred the tone and lilt of her voice suggesting she wasn't just talking about the ship she had managed to commandeer.

"You're mad!"

Vala didn't spare him a glance, more than likely because she was taking the ship through another pass, even tighter and closer than the last one. "I prefer spontaneous."

Stephen held his breath until they were free of the pass. Of course, it really was his own fault that he was still here and putting himself in greater danger with the mad woman at the helm. He could have teleported the moment he woke up cuffed to the co-pilot's chair – after being stunned by Vala – but he thought that by staying close he would convince her that she didn't want to do this.

Then Vala launched the ship and began her desperate attempt to flee the Federation and Secorii guards and Stephen wasn't enough a daredevil to try teleporting from one moving ship to another.

That and the fact that he did not want this woman to know he was a teleporter.

For the moment, he was stuck.

"Vala, please. If you turn the ship around, I can speak for you. I can –"

"What?" Vala smirked and wrinkled her nose. "You can get me a reduced sentence? Lessen my punishment? In case it's escaped your notice, I'd rather avoid being captured at all. Besides, it's not like you little Federation can't replace one little ship."

"That's not the point."

"It never is."

"Miss Mal Doran –"

"Oooh, last names. You must be very angry. I must have been a very bad girl." Vala winked at him again, "Careful. I might like to get punished."

Stephen didn't know if he was more annoyed by her flippant attitude, her blantant sexual advances or the fact that this seemed to be a game to her. "Just let me radio –"

"We're jumping."

"What?" Stephen whipped around to look out the window just in time to register that somehow, someway she'd managed to evade the Federation pursuit ships and clear Secorii space. That was all he had time to register before the ship made its jump into hyperspace and the universe around them became a blur.

Vala pushed away from the console, flowing to her feet. "Well, that was fun. And don't worry, I'll drop you off at one of the moon's at Sao Alto when I go to refuel. But don't go getting any ideas, I'd really hate to have to stun you again."

"No you wouldn't."

Her laughter rang out across the small bridge. "You're right." From somewhere in the folds of her clothing she produced the key for the cuff and danced it in front of Stephen's eyes, "I suppose I could unlock you now, but what would really be the point? You could have teleported out of that cuff anytime you wanted to."

"What?" Stephen felt a cold trickle of fear run down his spine. Even after so many years as part of an alliance that acknowledged and accepted telepaths, he sometimes had that cold knee-jerk reaction of denial when someone he was uncertain of made the connection. Someone like Vala Mal Doran.

"Play dumb all you want, Stephen," Vala leaned over and unlocked the cuff, "but I think it's better if we're just honest with each other. I didn't pick you as my hostage by accident, you know. I really didn't expect that you would stay onboard.

"You were supposed to be a distraction. I figured by the time you teleported back to the Sahyle moon, the Federation would be all muddled up and confused, not knowing if you were onboard or not –"

"And you'd escape anyway," Stephen finished, realizing he really had to give the woman more credit than he originally did. She wasn't just mad, she was clever as well; that was a deadly combination.

"I never expected you to come along for the full ride, really." Vala lowered herself into his personal space, her voice a seductive purr as her fingers trailed lightly along his jawbone. "You must really like me."

Stephen caught her hand and moved it pointedly away from his face. "Or perhaps I'm just not mad enough to try teleporting out of a moving ship in the middle of space."

"Or hyperspace," Vala pointed out, jerking her head towards the bridge window. She moved away from him them and stretched her arms over her head, arching her back. "That means you're stuck with me until we reach Sao Alto. You might as well make yourself comfortable."

With another one of those mysterious and unreadable smiles that could only mean trouble, Vala turned and strolled away from the bridge. She stopped once she reached the door, "I've locked down the ship's computer so don't even try to take control.

"And no Stephen, your little Federation is not getting their pretty little ship back. It's just a shame that I'm going to have to give you back."

-- End --

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