tampered | Log; DROPPED;

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: Building 8, room 12

Log; DROPPED;

When; November 2nd
Rating; PG for mild cussing?
Characters; Jack O'Neill [

thorsbuddy] & Vala Mal Doran [

riteofmaldoran]
Summary; Angry, Jack wakes a sleeping Vala with his noisy breakfast making. After eating, and cleaning up, the pair decide to make (and bond over) a batch of cookies. In the end, Vala succeeds in putting Jack into a better mood, and the pair both make a new friend.
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Jack muttered under his breath as he moved about the kitchen, "Where the hell-" He swore softly as he dropped the pan he had just picked up, a loud bang echoeing throughout the appartment. Daniel was out at the the library, again and Vala was, hopefully, still passed out in her room, so Jack wasn't too worried that he woke anyone.

Jack set the pan on the stove and turned the element on. He placed some butter in the centre and began rummaging in the fridge while the pan heat up and melted the butter. Jack stood up and placed some eggs and vegetables on the counter and shut the fridge closed with his foot. He washed the vegetables before pulling out a cutting board and knife.

He glanced over at the stove before he began cutting the tomatoes he had pulled out from the fridge and saw that the pan was ready. He cracked a few eggs onto the metal and let them cook. He turned back to the tomatoes and began cutting.

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Well, she had been passed out in her room. That was one thing Vala liked to indulge in in this city. She could sleep in, and there generally wouldn't be any disturbances, such as shouting down the hallway or alarms going off, as was the norm back home at Stargate Command.

Clearly, though, she had been spoiled.

Pulled from a dreamless slumber, the woman's brow creased as the sounds of cooking reached her ears. Loud cooking. With a groan, Vala lifted a little, just enough to pick up her pillow and hold it over the back of her head when she turned her face into the mattress. It did little, though. Whomever was in the kitchen was being ridiculously noisey. Didn't they understand a woman needed her beauty sleep?

Growling under her breath, Vala pushed herself into a seated position, taking a moment to rub the sleep from one eye, inexorably looking for the clock with the one still open. Another groan left her person as she saw the hour. Perhaps it was a good thing she had been woken. There was such a thing as too much sleep.

Groggily, she eased off the bed, exchanging her sleeping mask for the housecoat at the foot of the mattress. Draping it around her shoulders, she fisted the inside hem, crossing her arms and coccooning her body in the fabric. Stepping into fuzzy slippers shaped like bunnies, she shuffled out into the hallway and back to the central area of the apartment, squinting in the light.

"What the hell are you doing?" She cranked tiredly upon reaching the kitchen, using the door frame as a support and squinting with one eye at the broad back presented to her from the counter.

Jack flipped the eggs and placed another pan on the stove, adding the vegetables he just cut. He growled softly under his breath when Vala walked into the kitchen and ignored her, continuing on with what he was doing.

He stirred the chopped vegetables and placed the cooked eggs on a plate sitting on the counter. He added some vegetables once they were finished and added a healthy layer of cheese. He turned and set the plate on the table and gestured to Vala to sit.

Jack turned back to the stove and began the process of cooking eggs once again, "I'm cooking, what does it look like I'm doing?" His voice held a bit of an edge to it. This was emphasized by the force with which he placed the pan on the element.

The squint of Vala's eyes changed, both eyes narrowing at the man as he chose not to answer her right away. Good lord, he and Daniel-- though really, it wasn't just them. Maybe all Earth men were like this. Either way, he was obviously upset about something.

Not making an effort to fight it, she yawned widely, and loudly, rubbing one eye and blinking as the plate was set pointedly at the table. Dark eyes flicked to Jack once again, one brow lifting. Instead of following his direction right away, she ducked around him to pull a fork from the drawer he stood next to, closing it the same time he crashed the pan back to the oven.

"Are you sure?" She asked lightly, then pointed the end of her fork at him accusingly, "Because it looks like you're trying to break the stove."

Jack turned and glared at her, the kind of glare he normally gave to Daniel when the man was being particularly annoying. He urned his glare to the fork pointed at him, then back to the woman. He turned back to the stove and continued cooking the eggs in the pan, "I am not trying to break the stove."

Jack finished making the eggs and placed them on another plate. After putting the pans in the sink he grabbed a fork from the already open drawer and sat down across from the plate he set out for Vala. He looked over her again before tucking into his meal.

"Are you gonna eat, or not?" He snapped, gesturing with his fork.

"Ah-huh," She agreed, nonplussed, but continued to linger near his shoulder to watch what he was doing. When Jack started moving again, she darted out of the way, side-stepping as he manouvered around the kitchen before finally settling at the table.

This time she did follow his lead, though instead of sitting down as a lady normally would, she dropped heavily into the other seat and poked her fork into her eggs-- just as he spoke to her again. This time both eyebrows shot up, and she looked at him with chin tilted down, uncannily like Daniel when he peered over the rim of his glasses. A thick pause drew out before her eyes narrowed and she sat up straight, left elbow propping on the tabletop, right hand loosely holding her fork (still stuck in her eggs).

"Okay. I just woke up. I have not done anything to deserve that tone of voice," She snapped right back, staring shrewdly across the table at him.

He peered at her for a moment. If anyone were to have walked in on that moment, it most likely looked like the two were having a starring contest.

"You know, for being a girl and not looking anything like him, you do a good imitation of Daniel." Jack looked down at his plate and played with his food for a moment before taking another bite. He glanced over at her plate, and the fork still in her eggs, "It's getting cold." He ignored what she said, choosing not to respond.

He finished off his breakfast and took his plate over to the sink and began to do the dishes.

"Yeah, well," She let the sentence hang. After all, what kind of excuse could be given? One tended to pick up habits when associating with certain people enough. Still, she tilted her head slightly as Jack seemed to wander off into his own world a moment. It was followed by an eyebrow lift as he, helpfully, pointed out the obvious to her. Instead of deigning him with a verbal response, though, she crinkled her nose at him and pointedly took a bite of her eggs.

And was immediately surprised. For all of the banging and crashing, he hadn'i butchered the meal he was preparing. Not that she could point fingers really-- cooking was not her forté. Ever. Just eating the cooking was. She hummed with approval and dug into her meal with relish, finishing it off surprisingly quickly. Apparently sleeping in gave one an appetite.

Once finished, she lifted the platter and licked it clean, smacking her lips and grinning. "The only thing missing is jam," She decided aloud, more awake now. Deciding to be nice (what better way to wake up than to a decent breakfast?), she stood from the table and moved to Jack's side again, sliding her dishes into the sink.

Jack just simply rolled his eyes at Vala when he stood up and moved over to the sink. When they were back on Earth, Jack hadn't been around while Vala was there. He met her a couple of times, but the meetings were never long enough to get to know the girl. Ever since he'd shown up in this deranged city he'd spent most of his time with her. It helped that they lived together. The more they spend time together, the more he realized they had more in common with each other than just Daniel. She appreciated his sense of humor, which was a win with him.

He looked back at her when her heard the humming and grinned before turning back to the sink now full of soapy water. It was always a good thing to turn someone onto the O'Neill cooking. Everyone thought that just because he drenched his steak in beer when bar-be-queing, he also didn't know how to cook, which was a complete and utter misconception. Jack loved to cook, especially when in a bad mood. There was something in the way banging cupboards and hearing the sizzle in the pan to make you feel much better.

He glanced over at her when she deposited her dishes into the hot water, "I do hope you realize that you will be helping me with these?" He picked up a towel and handed it to her, "You're drying."

"Urk, I'm no housewife," She replied, though took the dish towel anyway. She didn't really mind the menial things like this. It was all she had done when married to Tomin in the Orii galaxy, after all. She was rather proficient at cleaning (something she never bothered with before), and sewing, after that whole ordeal. The cooking... well, she had attempted it, but for the most part the meals had been rather simple. She had ended up burning nearly everything in the beginning. In the end, she could pull together something decent-- though there was no way she could have made just a simple egg as delicious as Jack had just done.

Baking, though. Now that was fun. Although, there, too, she had difficulty with overbaking or underbaking what she was trying to make.

She hummed as she plucked the dishes from the drying board, opening the cupboard doors wide and leaving them that way as she slotted the cutlery and such into their proper places. After a few moments of this, she set her hip against the counter as she dried one of the pans. "So, General, do you bake as well?"

Jack gave a little laugh at her statement. How someone could mistake Vala for a housewife, he had no idea. Though he did hear about her year in the Orii galaxy and her marriage to the now-soldier, Tomin, so he guessed it could be possible if she wore something other than leather. He is, or was considering his new situation, the Director of Homeland Security. He received all the reports from the SGC. He especially enjoyed reading Mitchell's, the man had a good sense of humor.

Jack was brought back to the present when Vala spoke again. He looked over at her and smirked, "Why yes I do, and please, if we're going to be living together, call me Jack." He didn't bake that much anymore, only occasionally. He baked a whole lot more when Charlie had been alive, the little guy loved cookies, and loved baking almost as much as eating them. Whenever Jack was home from missions he always made a batch with his son. He smiled fondly at the memory of his son covered in flour.

"Jack, then," She agreed, setting the now dry pan away before turning with a flourish to pick up the next in line. "I like baking, too. Although I only just leaned how to do it," Vala confessed, flashing a smile that was too cheeky for the words she was saying. With a small flip of her hair, she set the bowl she had been drying away before turning to pick up more cutlery.

"I find it... theraputic," The pirate went on after a moment, remembering how she had taken to beating the dough more than once when her frustrations got the best of her in the Orii galaxy.

Jack smirked as he scrubbed a touch spot on one of the pans. No matter how hard he tried he just really couldn't imagine the woman in a kitchen baking bread. It was an image that would never fail to bring a smile to his face.

Jack rinsed the pan and handed it over to Vala to dry. He nodded, "Yes. That it is." He added a few more of the dishes to the water in the sink. "It is great fun. The best is making cookies. And pie, pie is always good." Jack nodded again to emphasize his point.

She hummed as she dried the pan, ducking down to place it in a lower cupboard while he spoke. She grinned when she finished, standing up quickly and whirling around with a toss of black curls.

"Well, since you seem to be in such a rotten mood, and we've both agreed on the benefits of baking--- I propose we do just that." She decided, plucking a wet dish from his hand to finish off.

Jack just stared blankly at her. Baking? The two of them? Somehow Jack could only see this ending with some sort of disaster befalling the kitchen. He could see it now, flour on every surface, dough randomly placed on the walls and some on the ceiling.

He turned back to the last of the dishes and pondered the idea a moment. He shrugged, "Sure, why not? And since I'm the one in the 'rotten mood', as you so lovingly put it, I get to decide what it is that we're going to bake."

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