Omg...For Shame!!!!
I was organizing all my fics when I noticed I had never posted this here. It was posted on The Other Site, so some might have read it already, still thought I'd share :D
Daniel/Vala have taken over my brain. Fandom has warped my fragile little mind…
Slightly angsty. Un-betaed.
Inside
She had been in there for days.
Captured on P3X-696 but Kali’s remaining forces. The ambush had caught them all but surprise, but no bigger than the fact they had just wanted her.
She had been taken from them. From him. Mitchell, Sam and Teal’c had to practically drag him back to the gate. When they had gotten back to the mountain and explained the situation, Landry had of course sanctioned the rescue mission. Vala was important to all of them. To him. But it had taken too long to get back to the planet.
She had been in there for days.
She had been beaten, tortured and killed only to be put in a sarcophagus and have the process begin all over again. Daniel had fuzzy flashes of Jack in Baal’s fortress. But unlike Baal, who preferred to be more psychological with his torture, Kali liked her captives to bleed.
The whole time she had been in there Daniel kept on telling himself that she’d be okay, he had lost her and gotten back not once, but twice before. And then he’d remember Jack and how desperate he had gotten, how he had begged for Daniel to help him, and it was then Daniel prayed, hoped, wished that they wouldn’t be too late.
There had been no reason for her capture, no reason at all except Kali’s desire for revenge on Quetesh for some reason they still didn’t know. And Vala had been the one to bear to the brunt of Kali’s vengeance.
She had been in there for days. She had died for days and when they had found her: unconscious, weak, bloodied and broken with barely a pulse Daniel had felt a rage like never before. Kali had been lucky that he had gone with Teal’c to find Vala instead of going with Sam and Mitchell.
She had been unconscious, and when Teal’c had gone to pick her up she had struggled like a wild animal; even in her unconscious state she could not bear to be touched. It made Daniel wonder just what Kali had subjected her to.
So he had gone over to her. Gently he moved his hand over her cheek and brushed her bloodied hair out of her face; Vala had calmed almost immediately. He had picked her up and with Teal’c covering them they had left Kali’s palace.
She had been gone for days.
When they had gotten back to the mountain she was taken to the infirmary, but to everybody’s distress she had not regained consciousness.
For three days she had been laid up in that hospital bed that Daniel hoped he would never see her in again. Carolyn had said that they had fixed all that was physically wrong with her: three broken ribs, two bruised ones, dislocated shoulder, several cuts and bruises that ranged from needing stitches to bandages, and a couple of burns. Yeah, Kali was really lucky that neither Daniel nor Teal’c had gotten to her. He was even pretty sure that now Sam and Mitchell wished she hadn’t gotten away.
But Vala still remained unconscious and Carolyn insisted that she’d wake up on her own.
She had been back for days but it was all different now.
After she had woken up (thank god!) it became obvious that she was still not okay. She sparkled less, flirted less, hung back more, and stood closer to the team almost as if she wanted them to hide her from the world. She also touched less. Before she would always find ways to touch him, from the smallest brush of their fingers and hands to cupping his cheek and taking his arm. Now- nothing, no “accidental” brushing of her hands with his arm-- just nothing.
He missed it- her small touches, and he hated that he missed it-- missed her, his Vala.
She had been gone for days, been back for days, and now she stood at his door. She was stand in her purple pig pajamas, that Sam had bought her, her giant pillow and blanket. She looked so small and so broken.
She had been gone for days.
So now that she came to his room in the middle of the night with tears flooding her slivery eyes; eyes full of fear of being alone and falling victim to the demons that haunted her dreams Daniel felt his heart clench.
She had come to him looking for solace and Daniel let her in.
Daniel/Vala have taken over my brain. Fandom has warped my fragile little mind…
Slightly angsty. Un-betaed.
Inside
She had been in there for days.
Captured on P3X-696 but Kali’s remaining forces. The ambush had caught them all but surprise, but no bigger than the fact they had just wanted her.
She had been taken from them. From him. Mitchell, Sam and Teal’c had to practically drag him back to the gate. When they had gotten back to the mountain and explained the situation, Landry had of course sanctioned the rescue mission. Vala was important to all of them. To him. But it had taken too long to get back to the planet.
She had been in there for days.
She had been beaten, tortured and killed only to be put in a sarcophagus and have the process begin all over again. Daniel had fuzzy flashes of Jack in Baal’s fortress. But unlike Baal, who preferred to be more psychological with his torture, Kali liked her captives to bleed.
The whole time she had been in there Daniel kept on telling himself that she’d be okay, he had lost her and gotten back not once, but twice before. And then he’d remember Jack and how desperate he had gotten, how he had begged for Daniel to help him, and it was then Daniel prayed, hoped, wished that they wouldn’t be too late.
There had been no reason for her capture, no reason at all except Kali’s desire for revenge on Quetesh for some reason they still didn’t know. And Vala had been the one to bear to the brunt of Kali’s vengeance.
She had been in there for days. She had died for days and when they had found her: unconscious, weak, bloodied and broken with barely a pulse Daniel had felt a rage like never before. Kali had been lucky that he had gone with Teal’c to find Vala instead of going with Sam and Mitchell.
She had been unconscious, and when Teal’c had gone to pick her up she had struggled like a wild animal; even in her unconscious state she could not bear to be touched. It made Daniel wonder just what Kali had subjected her to.
So he had gone over to her. Gently he moved his hand over her cheek and brushed her bloodied hair out of her face; Vala had calmed almost immediately. He had picked her up and with Teal’c covering them they had left Kali’s palace.
She had been gone for days.
When they had gotten back to the mountain she was taken to the infirmary, but to everybody’s distress she had not regained consciousness.
For three days she had been laid up in that hospital bed that Daniel hoped he would never see her in again. Carolyn had said that they had fixed all that was physically wrong with her: three broken ribs, two bruised ones, dislocated shoulder, several cuts and bruises that ranged from needing stitches to bandages, and a couple of burns. Yeah, Kali was really lucky that neither Daniel nor Teal’c had gotten to her. He was even pretty sure that now Sam and Mitchell wished she hadn’t gotten away.
But Vala still remained unconscious and Carolyn insisted that she’d wake up on her own.
She had been back for days but it was all different now.
After she had woken up (thank god!) it became obvious that she was still not okay. She sparkled less, flirted less, hung back more, and stood closer to the team almost as if she wanted them to hide her from the world. She also touched less. Before she would always find ways to touch him, from the smallest brush of their fingers and hands to cupping his cheek and taking his arm. Now- nothing, no “accidental” brushing of her hands with his arm-- just nothing.
He missed it- her small touches, and he hated that he missed it-- missed her, his Vala.
She had been gone for days, been back for days, and now she stood at his door. She was stand in her purple pig pajamas, that Sam had bought her, her giant pillow and blanket. She looked so small and so broken.
She had been gone for days.
So now that she came to his room in the middle of the night with tears flooding her slivery eyes; eyes full of fear of being alone and falling victim to the demons that haunted her dreams Daniel felt his heart clench.
She had come to him looking for solace and Daniel let her in.