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FIC: Southern Girls; PG-13

Crazy for the Southern Girls -or- Southern Girl Aliens -or- Southern Girls (I liked all the titles)
By: Chris4Short
Pair: Cam/Vala
Rating: PG-13 (a bit of smuttiness implied by Vala... who else?)
Summery: Cam sure does like them Southern Girls... and the alien ones at that!

I have never have been far from my roots. I grew up half a mile down a dirt road, know how to spit into a spittoon if the occasion calls for it, and do know how to handle the ladies on the dance floor, thank you mama. But living in Colorado Springs, and half that time underground, has made me forget a little of my Southern ways.

But only a little.

It was like a homecoming for a long lost Baptist church member. Fried chicken and everything; I don’t think I have ever eaten so much in my life. And Big Mama, bless her heart, she kept bringing more food, kept tutting at Vala about how skinny she was. Of course my aunt Polly Sue was no better. Somehow we made it through. I was able to get Vala to the small pond where I learned the fine art of fishing from a willow branch.

Vala looked around and leaned over to me. “Why are they looking at you like they haven’t seen you in forever?”

“Because they haven’t,” I said, casting out my rod again. “That and they are trying to see if we are a ‘we’ or just someone of the moment.”


“Because they have daughters.”

“Oh.” Vala tried to cast her rod out but got it stuck in the mud. Giving up on yanking it out, she turned back to me. “What does that have to do with anything?”

I gave a short laugh. How do I explain the Southern ways to an … alien, of all people? Southern women are like fine wine: they get better at nagging and hunting for bargains as time goes on.

Mothers are always looking to better their daughters and fathers dote on them like they are the lily of the valley and princesses. Us boys are told that we have to make sure chivalry is not dead, women are always treated like queens, and if the lil’ miss wants a new house, by God, work your ass off to please her.

“A mother is always attracted to a man who is handsome or rich for their daughter. Perspective son-in-laws who are both rich and handsome are catches that should not be shared with the neighbors. Moms are always reeling us in and setting us up with daughters, cousins, nieces, and once even wanted to take my friend as her much younger lover. Let me tell you his senior year in high school was… bizarre.” I looked at Vala and smiled. “However there are rare instances when two people meet and it’s perfect.”

Vala looked at me for a second and then matched my smile. “Really?”

“Yup. You see, the southern boy is raised to know that inside every girl there is that wild streak. They are wild and naughty, and don’t like the confines of society. But it’s not proper to admit it, yet it’s known.” Cam pulled Vala closer to him on the dock, and leaned into her and added, “And every man wants to be the one who brings that wildness out.”

“Oh sounds hot.”

“You have no idea.”

Vala looked across the pond once more, brushing her hair across my cheek. It smells like spring flowers and an exotic spice. It’s the smell of Vala Mal Doran. She pointed to my line and nudged me, making me look back out on the water.

“Oh, this could be a big one!” I say, pulling on the reed and the line, bringing whatever was making my line bob come closer to the dock. I jump up to get a better grip and Vala reaches for the line, to help bring it closer. “Keep it coming! Yeah!”

I reach down and try to find the hook under the water while Vala hikes the line up further. I see the tip of the hook and plunge both of my hands under the water and around something big and slimy. I throw Vala a big grin; this is right up there with shooting at Ori. I haul out the BIG CATCH and cradle the squirming thing.

“What is that?” Vala asks, wrinkling her nose.

“This is what we call the daddy of the fishes. This is a cat fish and a beaut at that!” I say, handing it to Vala. I whoop and holler like I was back in high school as Vala, wide eyed, squirms to keep the fish in her arms and at the same time give it back to me.

Finally she and the fish teeter over the edge of the dock and arms and fish go flailing, and I leap across the fallen rods and try to catch Vala as she throws the fish over her head and starts to fall backwards. The fish does a big splash, and so does Vala. Of course by that time I have lost all my balance and join, landing on top of Vala.

“Oh!” Vala says, as I bob out of the water next to her. “Let’s not do that again.”

I laugh and nod. “Well that’s fine. Since we are already in the pond, may as well introduce you to the art of swimming in the watering hole. Another wonderful southern past time.” I swam next to her and held her up; I forgot to ask if she had even been swimming to begin with.

“I feel like a ton of bricks actually,” Vala said, as she turned her head and gasped more air.

I leaned over and whispered, “Usually we would do this at night and no clothes on.”

Vala’s eyes lit up as she looked back at me. “Really?” she asked, drawing it out. “We may have to come back and try that. Perhaps this swimming thing isn’t so bad after all.”

“I figured you would like that.”

I heard footsteps on the dock and looked up. “Oh thank God!” Polly Sue exclaimed. “I thought you had drowned!”

“Nope, just rescuing the lil’ lady as she fell in,” I said, swimming to the sand bar. I showed Vala it wasn’t as deep and she could walk the rest of the way.

“You are so kind, Cameron,” my aunt said. I smiled and nodded. Good ol’ Southern boy, rescuing the damsel in distress. She took Vala’s arm and helped her up on the grass. “You are so lucky to have him, dear,” she said, patting Vala’s arm.

Vala looked at me over her shoulder and winked. “Yes I am.”

I watched her with my aunt go back up to the house as I fetched the rods, her shorts and pigtails distracting me. As much as I love the little southern girl ways, I was finding myself drawn to an equally lovely alien who seemed to have just as much sass, charm and long legs.

God how I love em’ Southern Girl Aliens.
Tags: cam, fic, vala

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