Not a Thing (Daniel/Vala Amat-Verse, PG13)

Daniel stayed in bed, enjoying making the most of what had turned out to be an unexpectedly exhausting Wednesday morning, even as Vala, not uncharacteristically, rushed around her bedroom in her bra and panties, hoping to get herself together in time for work.

Pausing as she shimmied on a pair of shorts, she gazed across the room at him. Her face scrunched into a frown. “Daniel, do we have a thing?”

“Sorry, what?” Daniel had been doing his best not to watch her prance around the room half naked, and had done so by distracting himself with a pile of Brennan's notes from the dig. ( The question was enough to completely throw him for a loop. )