[SG1] Lieutenant Colonel Mom 2 (6/?)
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dontwantmebackTitle: Lieutenant Colonel Mom 2 (6/?)
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 1720 words
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
As Cameron had predicted, Vala adjusted to junior high easily. It wasn't long before she started coming home, ranting about stupid girls in her class, or the cute boy in the back of the room and made Cameron want to roll his eyes or slam his head into a wall. He sat by and listened, though, when he had the time, got texts from Jon complaining about having to listen to it when he didn't. The entire year Vala was twelve was fairly uneventful.
Cameron took her to skating, watched performances and competitions, never missed a single one, not after that one time that he had. He dropped her off at the mall and at the movies and at sleepovers and hung out quietly in the kitchen while she hosted a few of her own. They bickered about her curfew, too early Vala always complained, and about her grades after midterm reports came out, a D was not acceptable Cameron insisted, and threatened to take her phone away if she didn't bring it up. They argued about the house rules, like no boys in her room if they were going to come over, as part of a group or for schoolwork, and allowing that was pretty generous in Cameron's opinion, and like no TV until her homework was finished, and an adult had seen it was finished after she'd been caught lying about it a half dozen times in a single month. Vala often screamed loud enough to disturb the neighbours, at least once a week declared her hatred for her father and went to Jon's.
But it was the kind of normal, every day, every kid sort of stuff that should have happened. So even the days he was ready to throttle his daughter, lock her in her room and throw away the key, or just give her to Jon to keep forever, he considered every day that went by without a major change to be an uneventful one.
Come second semester, Vala delivered to him a permission form, required by her school before teaching her sex-ed, and Cameron signed it gleefully. Anything that would get him out of that incredibly awkward conversation was cool in his books. Even if he figured she'd probably learned the basics by then anyway. He remembered it being a pretty traumatising part of his own education, wouldn't dream of sparing Vala that. He was even more glad he'd signed it when he picked her up from school only a few days after and saw her holding hands with some boy, obviously trying to keep it hidden from Cameron, watched her try to kiss the kid without being caught and then hopping into the car like nothing happened. Cameron gave her an entire block before he asked.
"Shaun," Vala answered, eyes on her phone and engrossed in whatever she was doing with it. "He's in my English class."
"Right. We've talked about how I don't want you dating, haven't we?"
"It's not like we're dating or anything. God." She sounded so incredibly annoyed with him that Cameron almost wanted to laugh. Or pawn her off on one of the other adults in her life to deal with the attitude.
"Firstly, you're going to watch your tone and your language with me," he chastised instead. " Secondly, you have one chance and one chance only to tell the truth. Or we're going to find out just how fun being grounded is."
Vala submitted immediately, knowing full well what Cameron meant when he said grounded. She knew it meant no phone, no friends, no fun. She huffed, still obviously annoyed, and crossed her arms, stared out the window. "Fine. He's my boyfriend, okay? You can't tell me he can't be because he is."
Cameron just sighed, knew she was right about that, and that the whole boys thing had always been coming. So he told her they'd talk about it later, that she was going to skating and she was doing her homework and then they'd talk about it. Vala grumbled that there was nothing to talk about, but didn't actually argue. She went to skating, she ate her dinner and did her homework and there wasn't a single complaint, though she kept glancing at Cameron like she was expecting something bad.
Eventually he sat beside her on the couch, after she'd done her homework and he'd finished his paperwork, and told her fine, she could date the boy. But the house rules were still the rules, and he wanted her to use her head. She was smart, he knew that, he told her; he didn't want her being taken in by what other kids thought she should be doing or what she thought the rest of the world thought she should be doing, and Vala just looked at him like he was insane. He wanted her to be a loser just because he was one and couldn't get a date, she asked, and Cameron poked her in the ribs and told her he could totally get a date if she didn't need so much of his attention.
Even if she was kind of right, and in the years since she'd come to live with him, he'd only gone on a handful of dates, almost exclusively with single moms from Vala's school or from the rink, and most of them were confused when he asked them out, assumed he and Jon had something going on. Understandable, from the amount of time they ended up spending together, for Vala's benefit, and the way they got along so well. But a little annoying all the same. Cameron had never really been all that interested in getting serious with the women he met in the end, though, and it seemed reasonable to him that Vala would think he didn't see anyone.
But no, he said. He just wanted her to be smart about dating, not to be afraid to talk to him, because he might be old but he still knew a thing or two about how boys thought. Vala stared at him again, announced that she was properly traumatised now, got up and went to her room without another word.
It turned out in the end that Cameron hadn't needed to worry about Vala and her boyfriend, because by the end of the semester Vala was announcing that she didn't like Shaun anymore. She wasn't upset about it or anything, just made the announcement matter-of-factly when he wondered if she was ever going to let him meet the boyfriend. And that was fine by him; he hadn't liked the whole thing from the start. They spent a quiet summer, and Vala's thirteenth birthday was the first that Cameron wasn't present at . He dropped her off at the movies to meet her friends, went out with his own while he waited for her to call and announce the party was over.
Eighth grade started quietly. Vala announced within weeks of starting back at school that she had a new boyfriend. A new boy, Tyler, who had transferred to her school over the summer. He was gorgeous, she gushed, and Cameron just pretended like that was something he was prepared to talk about with her, reminded her of what he'd said with the last boy. The new boyfriend lasted a lot longer than the first one, and around winter break, Cameron came home to the pair of them kissing on the couch like he was certain thirteen-year-olds shouldn't even know how to do. He cleared his throat from the doorway, fixed Vala with his best disappointed stare as the children, and to him they were still completely and entirely children, parted.
"Vala. Skating. Get your crap." His daughter at least had the decency to look embarrassed as she bid goodbye to her boyfriend, skittered to her room. Cameron watched the even more embarrassed boy gather up his things, stopped the boy as he tried to slip by to very quietly, and very simply, inform the kid that he carried a gun. Not so much a threat as it was a statement of fact, but the implication was there and the boy all but bolted.
Vala found herself grounded from the moment she got home from skating, with a review of the rules that said no guests when he wasn't home or another adult wasn't around instead, and Vala screeched at him for an hour that she wasn't a little kid. That he was trying to make her as lame and boring as he was, and maybe he should try getting laid once in a while and loosen up. She was going to Jon's, she announced, and for once, Cameron didn't allow it. She was going to her room, he argued back, letting out every bit of annoyance and his best officer giving orders voice, and she was staying there until he said otherwise.
She screamed wordlessly, slammed the door, and not long after, Cameron was at the front door apologizing to their neighbour for the racket. She was an understanding woman, at least, and told him not to worry about it as soon as he explained his daughter was thirteen. She offered to take him for a drink sometime to get away from the insanity, and Cameron promised to take her up on it. About an hour after that, long after he'd calmed down and Vala had started to do the same, he poked his head into her room to tell her she was free to come out if she was calmed down and ready to be reasonable. Left her there with the door open a crack and sat in the living room.
Vala came out eventually, pouting and brow furrowed, but she sat down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder without a word.
"I don't think I like Tyler anymore," she announced when Cameron told her it was time for bed.
"No?"
"Katie says she heard he dumped his last girlfriend in a text. He's a jerk. I think I'll date Kirk instead."
"Who's Kirk?"
"He's in ninth grade and totally cool. I bet I'd be super popular if I dated him." She flashed him a bright smile, all traces of her earlier rage gone, and kissed him on the cheek before darting to bed.
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 1720 words
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
As Cameron had predicted, Vala adjusted to junior high easily. It wasn't long before she started coming home, ranting about stupid girls in her class, or the cute boy in the back of the room and made Cameron want to roll his eyes or slam his head into a wall. He sat by and listened, though, when he had the time, got texts from Jon complaining about having to listen to it when he didn't. The entire year Vala was twelve was fairly uneventful.
Cameron took her to skating, watched performances and competitions, never missed a single one, not after that one time that he had. He dropped her off at the mall and at the movies and at sleepovers and hung out quietly in the kitchen while she hosted a few of her own. They bickered about her curfew, too early Vala always complained, and about her grades after midterm reports came out, a D was not acceptable Cameron insisted, and threatened to take her phone away if she didn't bring it up. They argued about the house rules, like no boys in her room if they were going to come over, as part of a group or for schoolwork, and allowing that was pretty generous in Cameron's opinion, and like no TV until her homework was finished, and an adult had seen it was finished after she'd been caught lying about it a half dozen times in a single month. Vala often screamed loud enough to disturb the neighbours, at least once a week declared her hatred for her father and went to Jon's.
But it was the kind of normal, every day, every kid sort of stuff that should have happened. So even the days he was ready to throttle his daughter, lock her in her room and throw away the key, or just give her to Jon to keep forever, he considered every day that went by without a major change to be an uneventful one.
Come second semester, Vala delivered to him a permission form, required by her school before teaching her sex-ed, and Cameron signed it gleefully. Anything that would get him out of that incredibly awkward conversation was cool in his books. Even if he figured she'd probably learned the basics by then anyway. He remembered it being a pretty traumatising part of his own education, wouldn't dream of sparing Vala that. He was even more glad he'd signed it when he picked her up from school only a few days after and saw her holding hands with some boy, obviously trying to keep it hidden from Cameron, watched her try to kiss the kid without being caught and then hopping into the car like nothing happened. Cameron gave her an entire block before he asked.
"Shaun," Vala answered, eyes on her phone and engrossed in whatever she was doing with it. "He's in my English class."
"Right. We've talked about how I don't want you dating, haven't we?"
"It's not like we're dating or anything. God." She sounded so incredibly annoyed with him that Cameron almost wanted to laugh. Or pawn her off on one of the other adults in her life to deal with the attitude.
"Firstly, you're going to watch your tone and your language with me," he chastised instead. " Secondly, you have one chance and one chance only to tell the truth. Or we're going to find out just how fun being grounded is."
Vala submitted immediately, knowing full well what Cameron meant when he said grounded. She knew it meant no phone, no friends, no fun. She huffed, still obviously annoyed, and crossed her arms, stared out the window. "Fine. He's my boyfriend, okay? You can't tell me he can't be because he is."
Cameron just sighed, knew she was right about that, and that the whole boys thing had always been coming. So he told her they'd talk about it later, that she was going to skating and she was doing her homework and then they'd talk about it. Vala grumbled that there was nothing to talk about, but didn't actually argue. She went to skating, she ate her dinner and did her homework and there wasn't a single complaint, though she kept glancing at Cameron like she was expecting something bad.
Eventually he sat beside her on the couch, after she'd done her homework and he'd finished his paperwork, and told her fine, she could date the boy. But the house rules were still the rules, and he wanted her to use her head. She was smart, he knew that, he told her; he didn't want her being taken in by what other kids thought she should be doing or what she thought the rest of the world thought she should be doing, and Vala just looked at him like he was insane. He wanted her to be a loser just because he was one and couldn't get a date, she asked, and Cameron poked her in the ribs and told her he could totally get a date if she didn't need so much of his attention.
Even if she was kind of right, and in the years since she'd come to live with him, he'd only gone on a handful of dates, almost exclusively with single moms from Vala's school or from the rink, and most of them were confused when he asked them out, assumed he and Jon had something going on. Understandable, from the amount of time they ended up spending together, for Vala's benefit, and the way they got along so well. But a little annoying all the same. Cameron had never really been all that interested in getting serious with the women he met in the end, though, and it seemed reasonable to him that Vala would think he didn't see anyone.
But no, he said. He just wanted her to be smart about dating, not to be afraid to talk to him, because he might be old but he still knew a thing or two about how boys thought. Vala stared at him again, announced that she was properly traumatised now, got up and went to her room without another word.
It turned out in the end that Cameron hadn't needed to worry about Vala and her boyfriend, because by the end of the semester Vala was announcing that she didn't like Shaun anymore. She wasn't upset about it or anything, just made the announcement matter-of-factly when he wondered if she was ever going to let him meet the boyfriend. And that was fine by him; he hadn't liked the whole thing from the start. They spent a quiet summer, and Vala's thirteenth birthday was the first that Cameron wasn't present at . He dropped her off at the movies to meet her friends, went out with his own while he waited for her to call and announce the party was over.
Eighth grade started quietly. Vala announced within weeks of starting back at school that she had a new boyfriend. A new boy, Tyler, who had transferred to her school over the summer. He was gorgeous, she gushed, and Cameron just pretended like that was something he was prepared to talk about with her, reminded her of what he'd said with the last boy. The new boyfriend lasted a lot longer than the first one, and around winter break, Cameron came home to the pair of them kissing on the couch like he was certain thirteen-year-olds shouldn't even know how to do. He cleared his throat from the doorway, fixed Vala with his best disappointed stare as the children, and to him they were still completely and entirely children, parted.
"Vala. Skating. Get your crap." His daughter at least had the decency to look embarrassed as she bid goodbye to her boyfriend, skittered to her room. Cameron watched the even more embarrassed boy gather up his things, stopped the boy as he tried to slip by to very quietly, and very simply, inform the kid that he carried a gun. Not so much a threat as it was a statement of fact, but the implication was there and the boy all but bolted.
Vala found herself grounded from the moment she got home from skating, with a review of the rules that said no guests when he wasn't home or another adult wasn't around instead, and Vala screeched at him for an hour that she wasn't a little kid. That he was trying to make her as lame and boring as he was, and maybe he should try getting laid once in a while and loosen up. She was going to Jon's, she announced, and for once, Cameron didn't allow it. She was going to her room, he argued back, letting out every bit of annoyance and his best officer giving orders voice, and she was staying there until he said otherwise.
She screamed wordlessly, slammed the door, and not long after, Cameron was at the front door apologizing to their neighbour for the racket. She was an understanding woman, at least, and told him not to worry about it as soon as he explained his daughter was thirteen. She offered to take him for a drink sometime to get away from the insanity, and Cameron promised to take her up on it. About an hour after that, long after he'd calmed down and Vala had started to do the same, he poked his head into her room to tell her she was free to come out if she was calmed down and ready to be reasonable. Left her there with the door open a crack and sat in the living room.
Vala came out eventually, pouting and brow furrowed, but she sat down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder without a word.
"I don't think I like Tyler anymore," she announced when Cameron told her it was time for bed.
"No?"
"Katie says she heard he dumped his last girlfriend in a text. He's a jerk. I think I'll date Kirk instead."
"Who's Kirk?"
"He's in ninth grade and totally cool. I bet I'd be super popular if I dated him." She flashed him a bright smile, all traces of her earlier rage gone, and kissed him on the cheek before darting to bed.