[SG1] Lieutenant Colonel Mom 2 (5/?)
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dontwantmebackTitle: Lieutenant Colonel Mom 2 (5/?)
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 1704 words
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
After the whole Athena ordeal, and a few days of recuperating from it for both of them, Cameron and Vala managed to slide back into their normal lives. It seemed that being important enough to be kidnapped did wonders with the other kids for Vala's reputation, and if her stories were anything to go by she was pretty much the most popular girl in school. Cameron thought kids were ridiculous, that it was nothing to be impressed by and if anything should teach them all to be careful about which snake-aliens they pissed off before turning into children, but Vala was happy so he left it alone.
The school year ended and Cameron finally gave in and got Vala that cell phone she wanted. Some sort of kid's plan or whatever that let her call him, call Jon, call Sam and Daniel and text whoever she wanted, as much as she wanted. The day he handed it to her, making it very clear that it was only hers as long as she kept the brat in check, Cameron was sure that he'd never seen Vala so happy. She spent the next week with the thing glued to her hand, texting all her friends and calling the adults to brag about it.
Cameron took some time and took Vala on vacation, saw New York and visited a cousin who lived in Maine, and the rest of the summer she spent with his parents, running around and just being a kid and Cameron lived vicariously from the photos she sent him, standing on a sweltering tarmac in an equally hot flight suit, wishing he was out there with her. He managed two days for her birthday, was there to see her turn eleven and roll his eyes at his family's commentary that she was becoming a lovely young woman. She was still a kid, he argued, laughing, and his mother just laughed right back at him, told him to just wait.
Vala came home in time to start school again. Sixth grade and Vala was pretty much ruling her school. Her last year before middle school and from the way she talked she was the top of the top of the heap. The coolness she'd gotten from her kidnapping, that she had thankfully bounced back from quickly, had seemingly lingered and combined with a million other things that only kids understood, made Vala enjoy going to school the same way she had back in first grade. She didn't seem to care much about the actual work, to the point that Cameron had to stand over her and watch her do her homework some nights, but more about going and lording her status over the younger kids. And for the most part, Cameron just let it be. As long as she wasn't failing or making small children miserable, he was happy to leave her to her own devices and listen to the stories about which girls did what and who needed a smack-down or whatever.
She announced to him one day in November that she needed a bra, making Cameron sputter and flail a little, arguing that no, she didn't; there was nothing there and he refused to believe she was grown up enough anyway. The cell phone was bad enough. But Vala argued right back that she needed it, and that Cameron didn't get a say, and really, that was hard logic to argue with when he thought about it. He'd known she would grow up eventually, and so he sighed and called Sam, begged and bribed her to take Vala shopping, was lucky that she was happy to do it. Cameron didn't know if he would have been able to handle taking his eleven-year-old bra shopping.
The pair came back with far more than they'd gone for, and Cameron had to sit through hours of Vala showing off all her new things, pretending he was at all interested in what was in fashion with pre-teen girls or understood the difference between three different shades of pink.
He hated the result of the trip immediately. Vala began coming home from school talking about boys instead of all the girls she loved or hated. A little at a time and by the end of the year it was every day she was proclaiming her affection for some boy at school Cameron hadn't heard of before a few months previously. He probably should have seen that coming too, couldn't even be annoyed about it because she was just so damned cute about her giant crush. Cameron just hoped that he didn't need to have any talks with Vala about boys and dating anytime soon, because he definitely wasn't prepared for that either. His parents laughed at him over the phone when he mentioned it, told him he'd never be ready, even if he knew what was coming.
Summer passed uneventfully. Vala's twelfth birthday was an event Cameron regretted agreeing to almost instantly. It was the first time Vala had wanted to invite boys to her party, and since it was her birthday Cameron couldn't have said no even if he'd wanted to. But allowing it meant that Cameron had to stand closer guard than he normally would, had to stare down one or two, looking as intimidating as he could despite Vala's vocal protests to his presence at all. She'd just have to get used to it, he informed her, he'd be doing it for years to come if she insisted on liking anyone. He made a point of kissing her, just on the head, right there in front of her friends, and Vala announced that he was the "most annoying dad ever."
He could live with that.
It was about a week before school was meant to start again and Cameron discovered just how not ready for his daughter growing up he really was. He'd known it was coming but it still startled him when Vala got up one morning and immediately started screeching from the bathroom, shouting that her life was over and that he needed to call Sam right away. She wouldn't answer when he asked what the problem was, just insisted she was dying and need Sam, no one else would do, so he eventually just gave up and made the call.
"I think we're re-enacting a scene from My Girl over here or something," he explained vaguely, uncomfortable enough just making the request. He didn't want to have to explain the reason behind it.
"...What?" Sam sounded baffled. For someone as brilliant as she was, she missed a lot of the obvious stuff.
"She's a girl, Sam."
"My god, Cam; you're such a baby!"
"Would you just get over here?"
Sam just laughed at him, said she was supposed to be headed off-world but for Vala she'd push the mission back a few hours, was on her way. And there was nothing Cameron could do but try to talk to Vala through the locked door, let Sam take over when she arrived and wait again. It was about an hour they spent in private but eventually both Sam and Vala emerged, the younger's expression angrily furrowed and her eyes rimmed with tears; she went right into her bedroom and slammed the door, and Cameron didn't even have the heart to scold her for it.
She'd be fine, Sam promised, and took a few minutes to tease Cameron about not being able to deal with it himself. She wondered what he would have done if she'd already been gone off-world, or if she'd been out of town or something, and for that Cameron had no answer other than panic. So Sam announced she was going to tell Daniel all about what happened, about how Cameron was lost without her help, and that he should expect a mocking phone call at some point, or at least a lengthy mocking email.
Cameron probably deserved that, so he laughed it off and thanked his friend profusely, promised to try not to have any more girl-problems for a while and wished her luck on whatever her mission was. Didn't bother asking about it, though, because he knew that even after the years since he'd been at the SGC, hearing about going off-world would make him miss it. That was the only time he did.
The next week Vala started seventh grade. Junior high. A new school, a new class, new friends, and just like it had been back when she'd started first grade, Vala came home hating it.
"I'm not going back to that stupid school," she declared, curled up on the couch with her phone in her hands. "None of my friends are there and it's stupid."
She wasn't cool anymore, she ranted. No one knew or cared who she was, and there was no one smaller than her to be superior to. Everything that had made her cool in elementary school was just expected of her now, and she was at the bottom of the heap with older, cooler, prettier girls everywhere and the cute older boys didn't even see her. She'd been crashed into three times by ninth graders, and it had only been the first day.
Cameron patiently explained to her that yes, she was going back to school whether she liked it or not. There was no way none of her friends were at the new school with her, and she'd hated starting school the first time, too, but had quickly made friends and come to love it more than Sam and Daniel had. Vala just pouted up at him, like she was hurt he would even mention the siblings who had become more like an aunt and uncle in the last year or two, after things had finally stopped being awkward between them and Cameron. She kept it up until Cameron sighed and offered her take-out for dinner and an hour extension on her curfew Friday night.
Still, when he poked his head in to check on her after she was asleep that night, he saw that she'd pulled her doll down off its shelf and had it tucked up into bed with her, the way she had when she was little.
Part Six
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 1704 words
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
After the whole Athena ordeal, and a few days of recuperating from it for both of them, Cameron and Vala managed to slide back into their normal lives. It seemed that being important enough to be kidnapped did wonders with the other kids for Vala's reputation, and if her stories were anything to go by she was pretty much the most popular girl in school. Cameron thought kids were ridiculous, that it was nothing to be impressed by and if anything should teach them all to be careful about which snake-aliens they pissed off before turning into children, but Vala was happy so he left it alone.
The school year ended and Cameron finally gave in and got Vala that cell phone she wanted. Some sort of kid's plan or whatever that let her call him, call Jon, call Sam and Daniel and text whoever she wanted, as much as she wanted. The day he handed it to her, making it very clear that it was only hers as long as she kept the brat in check, Cameron was sure that he'd never seen Vala so happy. She spent the next week with the thing glued to her hand, texting all her friends and calling the adults to brag about it.
Cameron took some time and took Vala on vacation, saw New York and visited a cousin who lived in Maine, and the rest of the summer she spent with his parents, running around and just being a kid and Cameron lived vicariously from the photos she sent him, standing on a sweltering tarmac in an equally hot flight suit, wishing he was out there with her. He managed two days for her birthday, was there to see her turn eleven and roll his eyes at his family's commentary that she was becoming a lovely young woman. She was still a kid, he argued, laughing, and his mother just laughed right back at him, told him to just wait.
Vala came home in time to start school again. Sixth grade and Vala was pretty much ruling her school. Her last year before middle school and from the way she talked she was the top of the top of the heap. The coolness she'd gotten from her kidnapping, that she had thankfully bounced back from quickly, had seemingly lingered and combined with a million other things that only kids understood, made Vala enjoy going to school the same way she had back in first grade. She didn't seem to care much about the actual work, to the point that Cameron had to stand over her and watch her do her homework some nights, but more about going and lording her status over the younger kids. And for the most part, Cameron just let it be. As long as she wasn't failing or making small children miserable, he was happy to leave her to her own devices and listen to the stories about which girls did what and who needed a smack-down or whatever.
She announced to him one day in November that she needed a bra, making Cameron sputter and flail a little, arguing that no, she didn't; there was nothing there and he refused to believe she was grown up enough anyway. The cell phone was bad enough. But Vala argued right back that she needed it, and that Cameron didn't get a say, and really, that was hard logic to argue with when he thought about it. He'd known she would grow up eventually, and so he sighed and called Sam, begged and bribed her to take Vala shopping, was lucky that she was happy to do it. Cameron didn't know if he would have been able to handle taking his eleven-year-old bra shopping.
The pair came back with far more than they'd gone for, and Cameron had to sit through hours of Vala showing off all her new things, pretending he was at all interested in what was in fashion with pre-teen girls or understood the difference between three different shades of pink.
He hated the result of the trip immediately. Vala began coming home from school talking about boys instead of all the girls she loved or hated. A little at a time and by the end of the year it was every day she was proclaiming her affection for some boy at school Cameron hadn't heard of before a few months previously. He probably should have seen that coming too, couldn't even be annoyed about it because she was just so damned cute about her giant crush. Cameron just hoped that he didn't need to have any talks with Vala about boys and dating anytime soon, because he definitely wasn't prepared for that either. His parents laughed at him over the phone when he mentioned it, told him he'd never be ready, even if he knew what was coming.
Summer passed uneventfully. Vala's twelfth birthday was an event Cameron regretted agreeing to almost instantly. It was the first time Vala had wanted to invite boys to her party, and since it was her birthday Cameron couldn't have said no even if he'd wanted to. But allowing it meant that Cameron had to stand closer guard than he normally would, had to stare down one or two, looking as intimidating as he could despite Vala's vocal protests to his presence at all. She'd just have to get used to it, he informed her, he'd be doing it for years to come if she insisted on liking anyone. He made a point of kissing her, just on the head, right there in front of her friends, and Vala announced that he was the "most annoying dad ever."
He could live with that.
It was about a week before school was meant to start again and Cameron discovered just how not ready for his daughter growing up he really was. He'd known it was coming but it still startled him when Vala got up one morning and immediately started screeching from the bathroom, shouting that her life was over and that he needed to call Sam right away. She wouldn't answer when he asked what the problem was, just insisted she was dying and need Sam, no one else would do, so he eventually just gave up and made the call.
"I think we're re-enacting a scene from My Girl over here or something," he explained vaguely, uncomfortable enough just making the request. He didn't want to have to explain the reason behind it.
"...What?" Sam sounded baffled. For someone as brilliant as she was, she missed a lot of the obvious stuff.
"She's a girl, Sam."
"My god, Cam; you're such a baby!"
"Would you just get over here?"
Sam just laughed at him, said she was supposed to be headed off-world but for Vala she'd push the mission back a few hours, was on her way. And there was nothing Cameron could do but try to talk to Vala through the locked door, let Sam take over when she arrived and wait again. It was about an hour they spent in private but eventually both Sam and Vala emerged, the younger's expression angrily furrowed and her eyes rimmed with tears; she went right into her bedroom and slammed the door, and Cameron didn't even have the heart to scold her for it.
She'd be fine, Sam promised, and took a few minutes to tease Cameron about not being able to deal with it himself. She wondered what he would have done if she'd already been gone off-world, or if she'd been out of town or something, and for that Cameron had no answer other than panic. So Sam announced she was going to tell Daniel all about what happened, about how Cameron was lost without her help, and that he should expect a mocking phone call at some point, or at least a lengthy mocking email.
Cameron probably deserved that, so he laughed it off and thanked his friend profusely, promised to try not to have any more girl-problems for a while and wished her luck on whatever her mission was. Didn't bother asking about it, though, because he knew that even after the years since he'd been at the SGC, hearing about going off-world would make him miss it. That was the only time he did.
The next week Vala started seventh grade. Junior high. A new school, a new class, new friends, and just like it had been back when she'd started first grade, Vala came home hating it.
"I'm not going back to that stupid school," she declared, curled up on the couch with her phone in her hands. "None of my friends are there and it's stupid."
She wasn't cool anymore, she ranted. No one knew or cared who she was, and there was no one smaller than her to be superior to. Everything that had made her cool in elementary school was just expected of her now, and she was at the bottom of the heap with older, cooler, prettier girls everywhere and the cute older boys didn't even see her. She'd been crashed into three times by ninth graders, and it had only been the first day.
Cameron patiently explained to her that yes, she was going back to school whether she liked it or not. There was no way none of her friends were at the new school with her, and she'd hated starting school the first time, too, but had quickly made friends and come to love it more than Sam and Daniel had. Vala just pouted up at him, like she was hurt he would even mention the siblings who had become more like an aunt and uncle in the last year or two, after things had finally stopped being awkward between them and Cameron. She kept it up until Cameron sighed and offered her take-out for dinner and an hour extension on her curfew Friday night.
Still, when he poked his head in to check on her after she was asleep that night, he saw that she'd pulled her doll down off its shelf and had it tucked up into bed with her, the way she had when she was little.
Part Six