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sg1genrecs2010-01-12 01:38 pm
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The Present is All You Have by lyl_devil (PG)
Title: The Present is All You Have
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lyl_devil
Categories: Crossover
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Writing Blog, Non-Crossover Masterlist, Crossover Masterlist.
Why this should be read:
It's an interesting vignette about Vala, and how she's been changed by her time on SG-1, and what she would do if she found herself in another universe in the future and having to start from scratch (in this case, the Vorkosigan universe from Lois McMaster Bujold's excellent series of books, which I cannot recommend highly enough). Very short, this suggests more possibilities than it deals with, but I find it interesting to read and think about.
Some things never changed, thought Vala Mal Doran as she watched the couple standing in front of her. Here she was, trying to enjoy a quiet drink on a quiet station in a private room where she could relax, and somebody wanted to talk business.
It really was quite startling how much she'd changed in the past years, if business and profit were not at the top of her priority list. Then again, several years ago she'd been in her proper time and place, where she knew the rules and how to get around them.
“What part of 'not interested' is beyond your comprehension?” Vala asked in a bored tone, keeping her pose relaxed and uncaring while her eyes took in everything. So far, she wasn't too pleased with these people who had intruded into her few moments of privacy. Especially when one of them looked like an over-developed child, while the other looked like she would be perfectly happy to throw Vala into a small room with an open outer hatch.
“You're an information broker, and we need some information,” the woman said, crossing her arms. She looked like she was waiting for an excuse to beat the information out of her, but Vala had long ago learned how to avoid such confrontations. Usually. That time on Escobar didn't count.
“I've already told you – through your many and varied attempts at contact – that I was not interested in being involved in any part of this endeavour of yours.” Vala was trying to be polite and civil – Daniel had managed to ingrain that much into her before they were separated – but these people were trying her patience.
“How did you find me, by the way?” Vala inquired.
“We put the word out some time ago that we were looking for you, and someone finally came through,” explained the man. He was significantly shorter than either Vala or the woman, but Vala was smart enough to know that he was also the most dangerous of the two. There was a reason she'd been avoiding this deal, and it was all tied to this man. Miles Naismith, Admiral and head of the Dendarii Mercenaries – or, rather, Lord Miles Vorkosigan of Barrayar.
Author's LJ/DWJ:
lyl_devil Categories: Crossover
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Writing Blog, Non-Crossover Masterlist, Crossover Masterlist.
Why this should be read:
It's an interesting vignette about Vala, and how she's been changed by her time on SG-1, and what she would do if she found herself in another universe in the future and having to start from scratch (in this case, the Vorkosigan universe from Lois McMaster Bujold's excellent series of books, which I cannot recommend highly enough). Very short, this suggests more possibilities than it deals with, but I find it interesting to read and think about.
Some things never changed, thought Vala Mal Doran as she watched the couple standing in front of her. Here she was, trying to enjoy a quiet drink on a quiet station in a private room where she could relax, and somebody wanted to talk business.
It really was quite startling how much she'd changed in the past years, if business and profit were not at the top of her priority list. Then again, several years ago she'd been in her proper time and place, where she knew the rules and how to get around them.
“What part of 'not interested' is beyond your comprehension?” Vala asked in a bored tone, keeping her pose relaxed and uncaring while her eyes took in everything. So far, she wasn't too pleased with these people who had intruded into her few moments of privacy. Especially when one of them looked like an over-developed child, while the other looked like she would be perfectly happy to throw Vala into a small room with an open outer hatch.
“You're an information broker, and we need some information,” the woman said, crossing her arms. She looked like she was waiting for an excuse to beat the information out of her, but Vala had long ago learned how to avoid such confrontations. Usually. That time on Escobar didn't count.
“I've already told you – through your many and varied attempts at contact – that I was not interested in being involved in any part of this endeavour of yours.” Vala was trying to be polite and civil – Daniel had managed to ingrain that much into her before they were separated – but these people were trying her patience.
“How did you find me, by the way?” Vala inquired.
“We put the word out some time ago that we were looking for you, and someone finally came through,” explained the man. He was significantly shorter than either Vala or the woman, but Vala was smart enough to know that he was also the most dangerous of the two. There was a reason she'd been avoiding this deal, and it was all tied to this man. Miles Naismith, Admiral and head of the Dendarii Mercenaries – or, rather, Lord Miles Vorkosigan of Barrayar.