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Home plot || Daniel

Mar 18, 2011 20:55

I was standing in a bathroom. A hotel bathroom. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there and I didn't know why I was holding torn up pieces of a towl in my hands. I thought hard, closing my eyes. There was something familiar about this but I couldn't put my finger on it ( Read more... )

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theunascended March 19 2011, 05:31:27 UTC

The problem, Daniel decided, was not that he knew what was going on with Vala, but that he knew what was going on and couldn't do anything about it. What could he say? I know where Mitchell is? He's in a hotel and he'll be missing his pants by the time we get to him. He knew it wouldn't fly, but he tried to convince them anyway ( ... )

unbound_vala March 19 2011, 05:41:22 UTC

It was chaos around me and I knew I had to get out of there. I drew my gun and cocked it to be ready. I was sneaking out when a man blocked my way.

I leveled the gun on him. His face was familiar in that way that tickled my memory but I just couldn't place him. I could feel my brows draw together and I was truly pained.

"Get out of my way," I said.

He didn't. If course he didn't.

"Get out of my way or I will shoot you."

theunascended March 19 2011, 06:02:54 UTC

Daniel slowly lifted the Zat and his free hand. Carefully, he put the Zat down away from them both. "You don't remember who you are, but I do. You won't shoot. Not me. We're you're friends. I'm your...your friend."

He believed in her. Somewhere, deep down, he had had to believe that she loved him even if she couldn't remember it. She had trusted him last time and he knew that she would believe him now.

unbound_vala March 19 2011, 06:18:58 UTC

I knew him. I knew I knew him. His voice...and his face. I lowered my gun a little, cocked my head, and closed my eyes. Visions flashed behind my eyes and I raised the gun again, thrusting it at him.

"You're not my..." I said, then my eyes began to sting. My lip began to tremble. I closed my eyes again and I saw him. Smiling. Talking. Reading. A hundred scenes rushed at me and I gasped.

"Daniel," I said under my breath and then lowered my gun.

"Daniel," I repeated, louder. I was so confused. So frightened. And I knew he was right. We were friends. Very...very good friends.

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