Wanted, CH. 21, 22, & 23 (Sliced, Stitched, & Normalcy)
Wanted
Chapters 21 - 23 (Sliced, Stitched,& Normalcy)
Sliced
Her grunt of distress had Daniel whipping his head around instantly. Before he had a chance to see what was happening, he was rewarded with a strong punch to the jaw from the man he was fighting.
Daniel's free hand came to his cheek as he flexed his jaw. His attention returned to the man, blue eyes now burning with suppressed fury. A moment passed with just the two staring at each other, the man with his hands up in a useless defensive measure.
An angry laugh escaped past Daniel's lips as he looked down at the ground. Then, with amazing agility, he thrust the heel of his hand hard against his attacker's nose. There was a satisfying crunch and before the man had a chance to cry out in pain, Daniel rammed the end of the shot gun, which he'd lifted off one of the guards, against his head.
The man crumbled to the floor, unconscious. Daniel had no time to revel in his glory as Vala's pain-filled gasp filled the charged air. He turned on his heels, and felt his heart nearly stop. Vala was partially bent over, hands pressed hard against her stomach as blood seeped through her fingers. The man she had been fighting stood leering at her, a sharp curved sword held in his hand, dripping with fresh blood.
Daniel reached under his long coat, behind his back. He felt the hilt of the small dagger that the imcompetent guards had missed when they'd been searched. With deadly precision, he brought the dagger out from around him, and sent it flying straight into the throat of Vala's attacker. The burly man collapsed to the floor, hands going instintively to his profusely bleeding neck.
Rushing to Vala's side, Daniel fixed the man with a death glare. "You stick her, I stick you - asshole."
As the man fell back, still choking on his own blood, Daniel turned his attention to Vala. A thin layer of sweat had already begun to cover her body, and she was pulling in short, gasping breaths. His hand covered her bloody ones over the wound.
"Daniel..." Vala whispered, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain.
"Relax, baby." He soothed, bringing his other hand to the back of her head and propping her up. Daniel moved to take her into his arms, tears trying to break free when she gasped out as he went to stand. "I'm gonna get you out of here, and fix this."
Vala buried her head into his chest. "I d-don't think...you can..f-fix this..one."
"Ah..." Daniel fought around his emotions. He braced Vala against him with one arm and knelt down to pull his dagger from the now dead man's throat. "Don't say that." He shifted Vala, who moaned in pain as she tried to cling to him as best as she could. Daniel began to feel her blood soak into his shirt, and he pressed her tighter to him. She gasped.
"Sorry." He whispered, standing up. With his now free hand, he held the shot gun at the ready and moved towards the doorway that would take them out of the hell they'd once more gotten themselves into.
Stitched
Vala was almost dead weight in his arms by the time they made it to their hideaway in the woods. The only sure sign that she was still alive was her weak attempts to struggle out of his grasp, and her heartbreaking whimpers of pain.
Daniel carried her quickly to the area that served as their bed. He lowered her gently onto it, and began to pull away the strips of fabric he'd torn from his shirt and placed on the stab wound. They were all soaked in blood, as was most of the front of his shirt and his hands.
Vala shivered violently, then bucked against the hand he gently pressed to the wound.
"Hey, easy!" Daniel chastised, though his voice was caring. "It's just me, Vala."
Vala looked at him with barely open, pain-filled eyes. "Make..stop...Daniel." She mumbled around her tears, fighting against his attempts to stem the bleeding with the handful of rags he kept by the bed just in case. "Please."
Daniel bit down on his warring emotions, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. "I'm trying, Vala!" He hastily removed his long coat, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. He pushed down on the rags he'd put on her stomach, and she bucked again. "If you'd stop fighting me, dammit!"
"Burns..." Vala whimpered, shaking her head. "Dizzy, burns...tired."
Daniel's head shot up, and he brought his face close to hers, making sure he kept pressure on the wound. "It's burns?" He asked in a slightly panicked tone. Vala just stared at him, a smile coming to her lips slowly.
"My Daniel..." She mumbled, bringing a bloody hand to his cheek.
Grabbing her hand with his free one, Daniel tried to get her to focus. "Vala, stay with me here. I need you to focus, beautiful-"
Vala let out a little laugh. "Think...beautiful."
Daniel nodded. "Always have, but we can discuss that later. Right now, you need to tell me what's wrong."
"Been stabbed." Vala's laugh was delirious, and her head lolled a little to the side.
"I know you've been stabbed, Vala..." Daniel brought her face back up to face his. She blinked slowly. "No, no. Focus on me, baby. Vala, look at me." Vala eyes lethargically came to look into his. "You said it was burning, right?"
Vala smiled and shook her head a fraction. "Not anymore." With that, her eyes drifted closed and her head fell to the side.
Daniel growled, sitting back up. "Shit!" He ran a bloody hand through his hair, eyes staring at the cloth-covered wound, which had finally began to slow its bleeding. He swallowed, then nodded his head quickly. "Okay, let's fix this."
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The smell of something cooking on the fire brought Vala slowly awake. She opened her eyes to see the gentle glow of the fire illuminating a small area around her, a pot hanging just above the flames.
Slowly, she moved to sit up. A strangled yelp broke the almost silence of the area as pain shot out from her stomach. Seemingly out of nowhere, she felt a strong chest against her back supporting her.
"Easy, beautiful." A welcoming voice whispered in her ear, and Vala couldn't help from smiling as she remembered the first time he'd said just that to her, that night they'd met. Except, this time, it was followed by a warm, inviting kiss to her neck. "Don't want to ruin all the hard work we put in to making you better."
Vala rested her head against Daniel's shoulder. "I doubt I was much help. I don't even remember much of it."
Daniel brushed a hand through her hair. "Oh no, you did a lot. You fought through it all, even when I was sure you wouldn't make it. You're so strong, Vala."
"Only because you've made me that way." Vala smiled.
Daniel shook his head a little. "No, it's you who makes me stronger. Every single moment since the day I met you, your love for me has been unstoppable. You threw everything away to be with a lost cause destined to walk the path of the wicked. Gave up the possibility of a decent, normal life to become a wanted criminal just so you could walk that wicked path with me. I envy the strength it took you to do that, and I'll love you with every breath left within me. I always have. Your strength has always given me strength." He kissed her neck again.
Vala swallowed against the lump in her throat. "Daniel?" She whispered, totally taken back by Daniel's words. She'd always known that was how he felt, but to hear him put it to words was a total unexpected turn.
"I almost lost you, at my hand." Daniel nuzzled into her neck, and Vala inhaled as she felt wet tracks begin to run down her warm flesh. "And that is my biggest fear in this horrible world - That you'll die because I can't save you. Or because of something I did. It almost happened this time, and I don't want to go on another moment without letting you know what you mean to me."
"So this is coming from..." Vala trailed off, waiting for Daniel to fill in the gap.
Daniel pressed his lips to her temple. "From my heart." Gently, his hand turned her face towards his. He pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. "Which will always be yours, as tainted and dysfunctional as it may be." He whispered against her.
"A perfect companion to my blood-stained and hardened one." Vala whispered right back. "That belongs to only one man."
Daniel smiled impishly, though his eyes remained serious. "I'm hoping that one man is me."
Vala looked down a moment, then smiled herself. "But I already promised Jack..."
Daniel gasped playfully, before catching her lips in a more lust-filled kiss. "This is the thanks I get for nursing you back to health?"
"A good nurse is suppose to give their patient a spongebath..." Vala winked. "And I'm SURE I would have remembered that."
"Oh, I'll give you a bath." Daniel laughed in a husky tone, moving to lay her down again.
Vala lifted an eyebrow curiously. "What about my condition?" Daniel gave her a suggestive smirk in return. Vala laughed.
Things were definitely about to get tainted and dysfunctional.
Normalcy
A good size fire crackled in the hearth a few feet from where they sat together. Smushed in a tall, cushioned chair of fine quality, Daniel and Vala were simply enjoying each other and several bottles of the expensive liquor they had swiped on their way in. In the back room, lit only by the soft glow and flicker of the flame, they were getting a chance to unwind and talk.
Here, in the lavish comfort of Sam's most reclusive safe house, the couple actually felt content enough to just be.
Daniel's fingers brushed along the tops of the bottles sitting on the floor beside the chair. A few of the empties fell over in his search for a fresh bottle to indulge in. They knew Sam wasn't going to be happy when she found out they had snatched a small handful of her most sought after product, but by that point both were way beyond caring.
He examined the label a moment, then brought the edge to his lips for a sloppy drink. He smiled around the tangy, sweet liquid as he felt a warm tongue brush against his lips and chin. It quickly lapped up whatever hadn't made it into his mouth.
"What do you think this stuff is?" Daniel asked, once more examining the bottle.
Vala shrugged as she returned her head to his shoulder. Her eyes came to rest on the bottle as well as Daniel rested it on the arm of the chair by her bare leg, which was draped over the edge.
"Don't know..." She ran her hand along his resting on her stomach. She didn't fight the urge to place a hot kiss to his neck. "Why?"
Daniel let out a little laugh. "It's making me get all...philosophical and shit." He took another sip from the bottle.
"How so?" Vala asked, accepting the copious amount of liquid Daniel poured into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as she swallowed, and was rewarded with a deep kiss to her neck from Daniel.
"Well, I don't know if philosophical is the right word." He mumbled as he continued to kiss Vala's neck. "Having a problem with words at this exact moment..." He pulled his head back up. "Think. It's making me think."
Vala nuzzled into his neck. "About what?"
"Should we give this up?" Daniel asked quietly, and Vala could tell by his tone that he seriously wanted to know what she thought.
"This as in drinking, or as in..."
"As in all of it. Our dark and deadly lives." Daniel pulled her tighter against him. "Would you like it if I stopped killing, and cheating, and stealing, and running?" Vala waited for him to look at her, but his sharp blue eyes, clouded over from too much of the mystery drink, stared straight ahead. "Could settle down. Be normal."
Vala picked her head up, and stared at him curiously. "Darling, we aren't normal."
Daniel finally looked at her. There was something unreadable in his eyes. "But we could be, if you wanted to. I could finally get back into all that ancient history work that my parents started before they...died. Work for a museum, or..something."
"Daniel, why are we discussing this?" Vala placed a hand to his bare chest...bare because she was wearing his shirt.
His gaze dropped to his hand still on her stomach. "Things are changing, babe. It seems you're getting hurt more and more these days." She swallowed at the sign of tears in his eyes. "The bad guys are getting smarter, better at tracking us down. Maybe they really aren't the bad guys...maybe it's us."
Vala brought her hand to brush through his hair. "Sweetheart..."
"We could just run away for good. Disappear from the map. Try and be...normal."
She shook her head. "Even if we could, I'm not sure I'd want to. And I know that's not what you want."
Daniel looked at her again. "But it's safer, for you."
"Daniel..." Vala wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead on his cheek. "I've told you so many times...the safest place for me is wherever you are, doing what you are doing. And no matter how hard you'd try, normal just wouldn't suit you." She lifted her head back up, and fixed him with an understanding stare. "You were always destined to walk the path less traveled, and no matter how hard you try to fight it, that path will always call you back."
Daniel stared at her, tears slowly sliding down his slightly flushed cheeks. Vala continued on, knowing this was what he needed to hear.
"You're a fighter, not a follower. It's just impossible for you to stay quiet about anything. And that's what they all believe normal is - Shut up and do what we, the rich, tell you. I've lived it, remember?" Vala brought her fingers to twist in his hair as he nodded.
"I'm just scared, baby." Daniel mumbled as he pulled her close once more. He placed a sweet kiss in her messy hair. "Scared of losing you, which seems to be the main goal of all those bad guys out there. I don't know what I would do, Vala. You are my oxygen, my heart, my soul, my love, my...everything." He sighed and nuzzled into her neck. "You are my life. You die and so do I...the body would remain, but the man would be gone forever."
There was a long moment of silence, then Daniel let out a quiet laugh.
"Fuck, I'm drunk." He whispered into Vala's ear, hugging her close. "That shit has made me all..."
Vala turned to rest her forehead against his cheek again. "Real."
Daniel loosened his grip a bit, and pulled back to look at her. "Exactly."
The soft click of the door to the room opening had Daniel drawing his gun immediately. The grip he had on Vala tightened instinctively. Her hand fingered the dagger at Daniel's back. They watched as a figure slowly walked around the door.
"Lower that damn thing, you ass." A familiar rough voice sighed. "It's me."
Daniel sighed and lowered his gun back to his lap. "Did you just call me an ass?"
Jack stalked over to the other chair across from them. He ignored Daniel's question, and his eyes fell on the bottles on the floor. "You know she's gonna be pissed."
"Did you call me an ass?" Daniel laughed out, taking a pull from the bottle he'd left sitting in his lap.
"Your ears ain't busted!" Jack fired back, leaning over enough to snag one of the full bottles.
Daniel slouched down in his chair a bit, letting Vala settle comfortably against him once more. "That's ours...we snatched it fair and square."
Jack snorted. "From the hallway down here."
"Not the point." Daniel muttered, his free hand ghosting up under the edges of the shirt Vala had on. She smiled, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, her hand running over his still on the gun.
"And you really thought you could give this up..." She sucked on the bottom of his ear playfully.
Daniel closed his eyes slowly and licked his lips as Vala continued to use her mouth against him.
"How could I EVER think that?" He mumbled distractedly, a content smile coming to his face.
THIS was THEIR normal.
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Chapters 21 - 23 (Sliced, Stitched,& Normalcy)
Sliced
Her grunt of distress had Daniel whipping his head around instantly. Before he had a chance to see what was happening, he was rewarded with a strong punch to the jaw from the man he was fighting.
Daniel's free hand came to his cheek as he flexed his jaw. His attention returned to the man, blue eyes now burning with suppressed fury. A moment passed with just the two staring at each other, the man with his hands up in a useless defensive measure.
An angry laugh escaped past Daniel's lips as he looked down at the ground. Then, with amazing agility, he thrust the heel of his hand hard against his attacker's nose. There was a satisfying crunch and before the man had a chance to cry out in pain, Daniel rammed the end of the shot gun, which he'd lifted off one of the guards, against his head.
The man crumbled to the floor, unconscious. Daniel had no time to revel in his glory as Vala's pain-filled gasp filled the charged air. He turned on his heels, and felt his heart nearly stop. Vala was partially bent over, hands pressed hard against her stomach as blood seeped through her fingers. The man she had been fighting stood leering at her, a sharp curved sword held in his hand, dripping with fresh blood.
Daniel reached under his long coat, behind his back. He felt the hilt of the small dagger that the imcompetent guards had missed when they'd been searched. With deadly precision, he brought the dagger out from around him, and sent it flying straight into the throat of Vala's attacker. The burly man collapsed to the floor, hands going instintively to his profusely bleeding neck.
Rushing to Vala's side, Daniel fixed the man with a death glare. "You stick her, I stick you - asshole."
As the man fell back, still choking on his own blood, Daniel turned his attention to Vala. A thin layer of sweat had already begun to cover her body, and she was pulling in short, gasping breaths. His hand covered her bloody ones over the wound.
"Daniel..." Vala whispered, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain.
"Relax, baby." He soothed, bringing his other hand to the back of her head and propping her up. Daniel moved to take her into his arms, tears trying to break free when she gasped out as he went to stand. "I'm gonna get you out of here, and fix this."
Vala buried her head into his chest. "I d-don't think...you can..f-fix this..one."
"Ah..." Daniel fought around his emotions. He braced Vala against him with one arm and knelt down to pull his dagger from the now dead man's throat. "Don't say that." He shifted Vala, who moaned in pain as she tried to cling to him as best as she could. Daniel began to feel her blood soak into his shirt, and he pressed her tighter to him. She gasped.
"Sorry." He whispered, standing up. With his now free hand, he held the shot gun at the ready and moved towards the doorway that would take them out of the hell they'd once more gotten themselves into.
Stitched
Vala was almost dead weight in his arms by the time they made it to their hideaway in the woods. The only sure sign that she was still alive was her weak attempts to struggle out of his grasp, and her heartbreaking whimpers of pain.
Daniel carried her quickly to the area that served as their bed. He lowered her gently onto it, and began to pull away the strips of fabric he'd torn from his shirt and placed on the stab wound. They were all soaked in blood, as was most of the front of his shirt and his hands.
Vala shivered violently, then bucked against the hand he gently pressed to the wound.
"Hey, easy!" Daniel chastised, though his voice was caring. "It's just me, Vala."
Vala looked at him with barely open, pain-filled eyes. "Make..stop...Daniel." She mumbled around her tears, fighting against his attempts to stem the bleeding with the handful of rags he kept by the bed just in case. "Please."
Daniel bit down on his warring emotions, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. "I'm trying, Vala!" He hastily removed his long coat, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. He pushed down on the rags he'd put on her stomach, and she bucked again. "If you'd stop fighting me, dammit!"
"Burns..." Vala whimpered, shaking her head. "Dizzy, burns...tired."
Daniel's head shot up, and he brought his face close to hers, making sure he kept pressure on the wound. "It's burns?" He asked in a slightly panicked tone. Vala just stared at him, a smile coming to her lips slowly.
"My Daniel..." She mumbled, bringing a bloody hand to his cheek.
Grabbing her hand with his free one, Daniel tried to get her to focus. "Vala, stay with me here. I need you to focus, beautiful-"
Vala let out a little laugh. "Think...beautiful."
Daniel nodded. "Always have, but we can discuss that later. Right now, you need to tell me what's wrong."
"Been stabbed." Vala's laugh was delirious, and her head lolled a little to the side.
"I know you've been stabbed, Vala..." Daniel brought her face back up to face his. She blinked slowly. "No, no. Focus on me, baby. Vala, look at me." Vala eyes lethargically came to look into his. "You said it was burning, right?"
Vala smiled and shook her head a fraction. "Not anymore." With that, her eyes drifted closed and her head fell to the side.
Daniel growled, sitting back up. "Shit!" He ran a bloody hand through his hair, eyes staring at the cloth-covered wound, which had finally began to slow its bleeding. He swallowed, then nodded his head quickly. "Okay, let's fix this."
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The smell of something cooking on the fire brought Vala slowly awake. She opened her eyes to see the gentle glow of the fire illuminating a small area around her, a pot hanging just above the flames.
Slowly, she moved to sit up. A strangled yelp broke the almost silence of the area as pain shot out from her stomach. Seemingly out of nowhere, she felt a strong chest against her back supporting her.
"Easy, beautiful." A welcoming voice whispered in her ear, and Vala couldn't help from smiling as she remembered the first time he'd said just that to her, that night they'd met. Except, this time, it was followed by a warm, inviting kiss to her neck. "Don't want to ruin all the hard work we put in to making you better."
Vala rested her head against Daniel's shoulder. "I doubt I was much help. I don't even remember much of it."
Daniel brushed a hand through her hair. "Oh no, you did a lot. You fought through it all, even when I was sure you wouldn't make it. You're so strong, Vala."
"Only because you've made me that way." Vala smiled.
Daniel shook his head a little. "No, it's you who makes me stronger. Every single moment since the day I met you, your love for me has been unstoppable. You threw everything away to be with a lost cause destined to walk the path of the wicked. Gave up the possibility of a decent, normal life to become a wanted criminal just so you could walk that wicked path with me. I envy the strength it took you to do that, and I'll love you with every breath left within me. I always have. Your strength has always given me strength." He kissed her neck again.
Vala swallowed against the lump in her throat. "Daniel?" She whispered, totally taken back by Daniel's words. She'd always known that was how he felt, but to hear him put it to words was a total unexpected turn.
"I almost lost you, at my hand." Daniel nuzzled into her neck, and Vala inhaled as she felt wet tracks begin to run down her warm flesh. "And that is my biggest fear in this horrible world - That you'll die because I can't save you. Or because of something I did. It almost happened this time, and I don't want to go on another moment without letting you know what you mean to me."
"So this is coming from..." Vala trailed off, waiting for Daniel to fill in the gap.
Daniel pressed his lips to her temple. "From my heart." Gently, his hand turned her face towards his. He pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. "Which will always be yours, as tainted and dysfunctional as it may be." He whispered against her.
"A perfect companion to my blood-stained and hardened one." Vala whispered right back. "That belongs to only one man."
Daniel smiled impishly, though his eyes remained serious. "I'm hoping that one man is me."
Vala looked down a moment, then smiled herself. "But I already promised Jack..."
Daniel gasped playfully, before catching her lips in a more lust-filled kiss. "This is the thanks I get for nursing you back to health?"
"A good nurse is suppose to give their patient a spongebath..." Vala winked. "And I'm SURE I would have remembered that."
"Oh, I'll give you a bath." Daniel laughed in a husky tone, moving to lay her down again.
Vala lifted an eyebrow curiously. "What about my condition?" Daniel gave her a suggestive smirk in return. Vala laughed.
Things were definitely about to get tainted and dysfunctional.
Normalcy
A good size fire crackled in the hearth a few feet from where they sat together. Smushed in a tall, cushioned chair of fine quality, Daniel and Vala were simply enjoying each other and several bottles of the expensive liquor they had swiped on their way in. In the back room, lit only by the soft glow and flicker of the flame, they were getting a chance to unwind and talk.
Here, in the lavish comfort of Sam's most reclusive safe house, the couple actually felt content enough to just be.
Daniel's fingers brushed along the tops of the bottles sitting on the floor beside the chair. A few of the empties fell over in his search for a fresh bottle to indulge in. They knew Sam wasn't going to be happy when she found out they had snatched a small handful of her most sought after product, but by that point both were way beyond caring.
He examined the label a moment, then brought the edge to his lips for a sloppy drink. He smiled around the tangy, sweet liquid as he felt a warm tongue brush against his lips and chin. It quickly lapped up whatever hadn't made it into his mouth.
"What do you think this stuff is?" Daniel asked, once more examining the bottle.
Vala shrugged as she returned her head to his shoulder. Her eyes came to rest on the bottle as well as Daniel rested it on the arm of the chair by her bare leg, which was draped over the edge.
"Don't know..." She ran her hand along his resting on her stomach. She didn't fight the urge to place a hot kiss to his neck. "Why?"
Daniel let out a little laugh. "It's making me get all...philosophical and shit." He took another sip from the bottle.
"How so?" Vala asked, accepting the copious amount of liquid Daniel poured into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as she swallowed, and was rewarded with a deep kiss to her neck from Daniel.
"Well, I don't know if philosophical is the right word." He mumbled as he continued to kiss Vala's neck. "Having a problem with words at this exact moment..." He pulled his head back up. "Think. It's making me think."
Vala nuzzled into his neck. "About what?"
"Should we give this up?" Daniel asked quietly, and Vala could tell by his tone that he seriously wanted to know what she thought.
"This as in drinking, or as in..."
"As in all of it. Our dark and deadly lives." Daniel pulled her tighter against him. "Would you like it if I stopped killing, and cheating, and stealing, and running?" Vala waited for him to look at her, but his sharp blue eyes, clouded over from too much of the mystery drink, stared straight ahead. "Could settle down. Be normal."
Vala picked her head up, and stared at him curiously. "Darling, we aren't normal."
Daniel finally looked at her. There was something unreadable in his eyes. "But we could be, if you wanted to. I could finally get back into all that ancient history work that my parents started before they...died. Work for a museum, or..something."
"Daniel, why are we discussing this?" Vala placed a hand to his bare chest...bare because she was wearing his shirt.
His gaze dropped to his hand still on her stomach. "Things are changing, babe. It seems you're getting hurt more and more these days." She swallowed at the sign of tears in his eyes. "The bad guys are getting smarter, better at tracking us down. Maybe they really aren't the bad guys...maybe it's us."
Vala brought her hand to brush through his hair. "Sweetheart..."
"We could just run away for good. Disappear from the map. Try and be...normal."
She shook her head. "Even if we could, I'm not sure I'd want to. And I know that's not what you want."
Daniel looked at her again. "But it's safer, for you."
"Daniel..." Vala wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead on his cheek. "I've told you so many times...the safest place for me is wherever you are, doing what you are doing. And no matter how hard you'd try, normal just wouldn't suit you." She lifted her head back up, and fixed him with an understanding stare. "You were always destined to walk the path less traveled, and no matter how hard you try to fight it, that path will always call you back."
Daniel stared at her, tears slowly sliding down his slightly flushed cheeks. Vala continued on, knowing this was what he needed to hear.
"You're a fighter, not a follower. It's just impossible for you to stay quiet about anything. And that's what they all believe normal is - Shut up and do what we, the rich, tell you. I've lived it, remember?" Vala brought her fingers to twist in his hair as he nodded.
"I'm just scared, baby." Daniel mumbled as he pulled her close once more. He placed a sweet kiss in her messy hair. "Scared of losing you, which seems to be the main goal of all those bad guys out there. I don't know what I would do, Vala. You are my oxygen, my heart, my soul, my love, my...everything." He sighed and nuzzled into her neck. "You are my life. You die and so do I...the body would remain, but the man would be gone forever."
There was a long moment of silence, then Daniel let out a quiet laugh.
"Fuck, I'm drunk." He whispered into Vala's ear, hugging her close. "That shit has made me all..."
Vala turned to rest her forehead against his cheek again. "Real."
Daniel loosened his grip a bit, and pulled back to look at her. "Exactly."
The soft click of the door to the room opening had Daniel drawing his gun immediately. The grip he had on Vala tightened instinctively. Her hand fingered the dagger at Daniel's back. They watched as a figure slowly walked around the door.
"Lower that damn thing, you ass." A familiar rough voice sighed. "It's me."
Daniel sighed and lowered his gun back to his lap. "Did you just call me an ass?"
Jack stalked over to the other chair across from them. He ignored Daniel's question, and his eyes fell on the bottles on the floor. "You know she's gonna be pissed."
"Did you call me an ass?" Daniel laughed out, taking a pull from the bottle he'd left sitting in his lap.
"Your ears ain't busted!" Jack fired back, leaning over enough to snag one of the full bottles.
Daniel slouched down in his chair a bit, letting Vala settle comfortably against him once more. "That's ours...we snatched it fair and square."
Jack snorted. "From the hallway down here."
"Not the point." Daniel muttered, his free hand ghosting up under the edges of the shirt Vala had on. She smiled, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, her hand running over his still on the gun.
"And you really thought you could give this up..." She sucked on the bottom of his ear playfully.
Daniel closed his eyes slowly and licked his lips as Vala continued to use her mouth against him.
"How could I EVER think that?" He mumbled distractedly, a content smile coming to his face.
THIS was THEIR normal.
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