Confronting Demons!

[SA Val Olwin]

karma police, arrest this man

HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
[/center]

<sup>Kelly's Office

Val wasn't normally a drinker-it dulled her senses, and then she felt out of control, something she HATED. However, Maggie had wanted to "talk", and that worried Val. So that morning, she'd added a bit of rum to her coffee. She was pretty sure that her idiot sidekick, Liam Hart, hadn't noticed, and even if he had, what was he going to DO about it?! She'd squash him like a bug. She sipped her "super" coffee and then sighed. Maggie Lefebvre. The one woman she'd never expected to see 3 million lightyears from home. The worst possible person to count on in an emergency, and yet...she wasn't dead yet. Val wondered what the woman wanted-they hated each other. Well, actually. She wasn't totally sure about that. SHE hated Maggie-hated, detested, loathed entirely. She didn't know how Maggie felt about HER, though. All Val knew was that they had Ty in common...Ty and a mission to Kuwait that had gone terribly wrong.

Maybe she wanted to apologize. But Val doubted THAT-what she knew of Maggie was that the woman never took responsiblity for herself. She sipped the coffee more, a larger sip, and then signed the document in front of her. She'd make Hart send it back later. He was useless for much else than filing stuff, anyway.

Finally, the loud Frenchwoman's laugh could be heard, followed by a knock at the door. Val sat her coffee down, and arranged her face into what most people called "resting b*tch face". She never cared what people thought, though. Why should she?! After all, she was pretty high up the chain of command, and she hadn't gotten there by giving a crap about anyone else. Especially not irritating, blonde, female pilots.</sup>

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
for a minute there i lost myself
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.
^{wordcount 187, minus codetaggedfor Moi - karma police, radiohead - notes Dis is random.. outfit link}

[Maggie Lefebvre]

it was too cold to cry when i woke up alone

I Hit My Last Number and Walked To The Road

Maggie was annoyed by the presence of Val Olwin on base. Yeah, she'd heard the woman had a big-time place on the IOA, but of all the agents the Stargate people would send, did they have to pick HER?! She was HORRIBLE. Maggie deal with the stress the way she usually did-she ran. She pulled four miles on the treadmill at 5 am, after standing an overnight fire watch. She wasn't tired, but she MIGHT be after dealing with Val.

Now, though, she had showered, changed into street clothes since she wasn't on duty, and partook of the various hot men in the social rooms. She followed one down the hall towards Miller's office, and then stopped beside it. She laughed at the guy-was his name Chuck Jones? Something like that-and then knocked once. Val indicated she should come in, and Maggie entered, her visage as stony as Val's. Two could play the ice woman game, and Maggie was pretty sure she had more reasons to. Val might be an enigma to others, but to Maggie, she was an open book. Of course, that might have to do with Mike; Val and Mike had dated for a short time years ago, and he told her stories.

We meet again. That guy you brought with you, Hart, he's kinda hot if you like boring, egotistical men. Which, you know, I do. Though Maggie liked MOST men, really...

OUTFIT; HERE , TAGGED: myself., LYRICS: Mary Jane's Last Dance-Tom Petty.

*template by Cass!

[SA Val Olwin]

Per usual, Maggie turned up for their "meeting" dressed inappropriately. She kind of understood what a man might see in the woman; she had an enviable physique, and carried herself well. That didn't, however, mean that Val was about to take any of the woman's BS.

We meet again. That guy you brought with you, Hart, he's kinda hot if you like boring, egotistical men. Which, you know, I do. Val smirked at Maggie.

Lefebvre. To what do I owe this one?! And Hart?! He's the most inept person I have ever met. If you would to sleep with him, please do. Maybe it will derail his career before *I* have to. Val didn't flinch. She meant her words, and her tone dripped with disdain. Val watched the woman take a seat, and then raise a bottle of water to her red painted lips. She wished the Frenchwoman would hurry this along-Val had STUFF to do.

[Maggie Lefebvre]

Maggie sat, her face full of defiant anger. If anyone passed by and saw her, they might be surprised, for Maggie had yet to display her anger to anyone. She wasn't, by nature, a person who WAS angry, though she had a lot to be angry FOR. She glowered at Val with a hatred that burned with the fire of a thousand suns.

Lefebvre. To what do I owe this one?! And Hart?! He's the most inept person I have ever met. If you would to sleep with him, please do. Maybe it will derail his career before *I* have to. She snickered.

In his DREAMS. I don't date little boys. I just wanted to see you. And ask you what the HELL you're doing on MY base?! Oh, and how is that Richard fellow? Maggie asked. It was mean of her; Richard had been an INTERPOL agent that Maggie had passed on to Val a long time ago. Then Richard proceeded to prove his nickname (thingy) and cheat on her with thier mutual friend Melanie. Maggie knew that Val had invested far more into Richard than Maggie invested in anything, so it had hurt her when the Melanie thing happened. In the end, neither of the three women got him anyway, because he was killed in a melee in Tel Aviv.

[SA Val Olwin]

It was Val's turn to remember. She and Maggie hadn't always started out disliking each other--quite the opposite. Val had liked Maggie at first. The Frenchwoman's charm and beauty turned heads, and when she was younger, she had a bit of a little-girl quality she'd exduded that had pulled at Val's Mommy instincts. That was until Val had made the fatal mistake of introducing her to Mike.

In his DREAMS. I don't date little boys. I just wanted to see you. And ask you what the HELL you're doing on MY base?! Oh, and how is that Richard fellow? Val's blue eyes narrowed.

You know full well how he is. I am here to investigate Captain Jones. The IOA takes all accussations of treason very seriously. Now...how is Mike? It was Val's turn for a dig; scuttlebutt had it that he was MIA.

[Maggie Lefebvre]

Maggie smirked. She knew she'd gotten to the woman with her Richard comment. Richard had been a fun...distraction, but Maggie had never been serious.

You know full well how he is. I am here to investigate Captain Jones. The IOA takes all accussations of treason very seriously. Now...how is Mike? It was Maggie's turn to narrow her eyes.

ALIVE. For now. You know how the Americans are...Captain Jones, you say?! Well. Between us girls, I know him...pretty well, and I think you're barking up the wrong tree. Now, that idiot Dr. West...he might be your guy... Maggie refused to believe that her lover could somehow be putting her in danger. Or maybe she really WAS stupid.

[SA Val Olwin]

Val sighed. This petty back and forth was going NOWHERE; only serving to piss them both off more than usual.

ALIVE. For now. You know how the Americans are...Captain Jones, you say?! Well. Between us girls, I know him...pretty well, and I think you're barking up the wrong tree. Now, that idiot Dr. West...he might be your guy... Her tone was dripping with disdain. Val's eyebrow flicked for a moment. Maggie's words spoke volumes. She was sleeping with the Captain. Maggie Lefebvre was a transparent person. Interesting. She'd have to fill in Liam Hart.

I am glad he's still alive. I will look into this Dr. West person. Why don't you like him?! Was there anything else? She tried to not make her tone disgusted. Truthfully, she hated Maggie; Maggie had slept with her husband. Of course, Maggie hadn't KNOWN that Ty was her husband then, but she had. She had been very young; twenty, and it was her first real "op" with the French Navy's Recon unit during one of her work-study summers. That's how Ty had told it. Val had understood; thier jobs required a bit of finagaling in the "sins of the flesh" department. She'd done it herself. Thier rule was "no kissing, be safe, and tell me about it after." He had done those things.

But Maggie had been the last one to sleep with him before he died. THAT'S the part that Val couldn't stand. It wasn't much later until she learned that they were pregnant. She needed to blame her shame, her pain on someone, and Maggie had been the perfect target.

[Maggie Lefebvre]

Maggie stood; she was ready for this to be over. She wasn't GOOD at this-feelings. And stuff.

I am glad he's still alive. I will look into this Dr. West person. Why don't you like him?! Was there anything else? Maggie shrugged.

He's one of those types that thinks because he went to school for seven years, he's hot nuts. I wonder who read my personnel file, but wait until they figure out that I actually have a Master's degree from one of the best schools in Europe, she sighed. It was pointless. No one would ever see her as anything more than blonde hair and big boobs. Mostly, she did that to herself. But yeah, just one thing. Two, actually. One...Mike is actually MIA. Can you try to find out something? Anything. PLEASE?! And also. I AM sorry for sleeping with your husband. I didn't know, honestly... Not that it would've mattered-Maggie wanted to, and it WAS an assignment. She headed for the door and then turned to face Val.

I hope you find some peace someday.

She let herself out, and made way for the gym. She needed to run THAT out.

[SA Val Olwin]

Val listened. Maggie was opening up; this was odd. Maybe she suspected something. Or maybe she was smarter than Val had guessed. Val knew she was brilliant; you couldn't be Maggie, making it through the life she lived, and not be. She also knew that Maggie possessed a higher degree, and had gotten EXCELLENT marks in Uni, surprisingly enough. The Frenchwoman had a brain for numbers, but it appeared that no one had ever given her that challenge.

He's one of those types that thinks because he went to school for seven years, he's hot nuts. I wonder who read my personnel file, but wait until they figure out that I actually have a Master's degree from one of the best schools in Europe...But yeah, just one thing. Two, actually. One...Mike is actually MIA. Can you try to find out something? Anything. PLEASE?! And also. I AM sorry for sleeping with your husband. I didn't know, honestly... val didn't know how to respond. If Maggie was asking HER for help, she must be really scared about MIke. For some reason, the older Commando and the young, flighty Lt. just....worked. Most people were convinced it was physical, but Val suspected that Maggie felt far more than just lust for him.

I'll see what I can do. No promises, but his buddy Drake does owe me a favor... The blonde woman nodded, but headed for the door.

I hope you find some peace someday. Val raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected THAT. Before she could reply, Maggie was out the door, and down the hall. Val herself stood to find Hart. She needed the distraction of work.