A Good Soldier

Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Gekko Film Corp., MGM, and Sci-fi.

Author's Note: This is a genderbender fic. It asks the question, "What if Lt. Aiden Ford was Lt. Adina Ford?"

Lieutenant Adina Ford was a good soldier. Her father would proudly announce that whenever he introduced her, even before she joined the Air Force. After logging several missions with and outside of the SGC, she even believed it. However, she didn’t feel like a very good soldier at the moment. Somehow, she had lost track of the rest of her team when a medium-sized army ambushed them.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. First, there was the Wraith, nasty aliens that resembled Death Metal rockers and could suck out a person’s life force through their hands. Next came the Genii with their carefully hidden army. No one suspected that underneath their Amish culture they were hiding fierce weapons and artillery. Adina sighed; she was beginning to think that there were no friendly planets in this system at all.

Clutching her gun, she crouched behind a tree and sized up the soldiers they were now facing. They seemed to be a somewhat primitive race. No automatic weapons or guns of any kind, yet their spears could illicit a nasty shock. No, they certainly weren’t Jaffa or Ga’ould, but they were just about as mean.

As she watched them guard Teyla and Dr. McKay, she breathed a sigh of relief. Major Sheppard hadn’t been captured. That only meant one of two things: he either escaped or he was dead. Adina didn’t want to think on the latter; she didn’t think her heart could take it.

Adina returned her attention to the captives. She had to save them, but she wasn’t quite sure how.

Just then, she heard a rustling sound behind her. She whirled around, her gun at the ready. She quickly lowered it, however, when she saw who it was.

“Boy, am I glad to see you, sir,” Adina smiled.

Sheppard returned the smile, and then grew serious. He crouched down next to her. “How many do we have?”

“About ten, sir.”

“Oh, is that all?” Sheppard quipped, his eyes taking in the soldiers.

Adina chuckled and then turned her attention back to the clearing. The primitive army leader yelled something to his team, but it was in a language she couldn’t understand.

“Looks like they might be searching for us,” Sheppard guessed. He glanced over at the petite lieutenant. “How did you get away?”

She shrugged. “I shot off a few rounds, then hid in the bushes. I suppose they got tired of chasing me. You?”

“Same tactic.”

The two Air Force officers stayed in their positions and watched silently. Most of the soldiers spread out into small groups and disappeared into the forest. That only left the leader and two other soldiers guarding Teyla and McKay. McKay tried to bargain with the leader, saying he could build better weapons. Unfortunately, no one could understand him and the leader zapped him with his staff. McKay slumped forward. For a moment, Adina feared the worst, but eventually, she could make out his chest rising and falling. Thank goodness he was still alive.

“We have to do something, sir,” Adina said, her body itching for a fight.

“Now that there’s only three of them, we might get our chance.” Sheppard met her eyes. “I’m going to create a distraction. You get Teyla and McKay out of there.”

“But I can help you.”

“You are. We need to get the other two to safety before the rest of the Calvary comes back.”

“Yes, sir,” Adina agreed reluctantly.

Sheppard reached out and touched her hand, his demeanor changing. For a brief moment, he wasn’t her commanding officer, but the man who shared her bed at night.

“Be careful, Adina,” he said softly.

“You, too, John. Come back to me.”

Then as quickly as they had slipped, they assumed their military roles and went about carrying out the plan.

* * * *

“Ow, ow, ow,” McKay repeated as Adina and Teyla helped him through the Stargate and onto Beckett’s awaiting gurney. The young lieutenant was just grateful that he wasn’t complaining and begging for food anymore.

Once he was wheeled away to the infirmary and Teyla left to talk to Elizabeth, Adina made her way back to her quarters. She stripped down to only her T-shirt and khakis and let her dark hair fall to her shoulders. Ah, a bath was in order, she decided.

Just as she turned toward the door, someone knocked.

“Come in!” she called.

The door slid open to reveal a dirty, tired, and wounded John. He sauntered in and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a deep kiss. When he broke for air, Adina ran her thumb over his bottom lip.

“Why aren’t you in the infirmary?” she asked. “I know they got you with their spears, too.”

John nodded. “I know, but I had to see you first. You were good out there today.”

She smiled. “Teyla and McKay would’ve done the same for us. Okay, maybe not so much McKay,” she teased.

“No, you’re always good at your job, always watching my back. Thank you for that.” With that, he headed for the door. He then turned back briefly. “I love you, Adina.”

“I love you, too, John.”

He then ambled to the infirmary, and she sauntered to her bath.

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