Happy belated birthday, lvp3!!!
It's only a day late, but hopefully not that infamous dollar short...
Title: Home
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G
Word count: 265
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Spoilers: for Memento Mori
Author's note: Unbetaed, and a little late. It's not the Daniel/Vala smut I've been promising you for like a YEAR now, but it *is* Daniel/Vala shippy and I hope you like it, chick.
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“It’s time to come home.”
She saw him, truly saw him, both as he was now, earnest and with an edge of almost desperation, and as he had been since the day she first met him, so long ago, it seemed, a little angry and determined to best her. The man who stood before her now, facing the barrel of her gun with no fear, wavered and melted as tears clouded her sight, but the man in her memory stood clear and bold.
“Daniel…”
His name was little more than a whisper, but even as Vala felt her face crumple with the force of the emotions roiling inside her and choked back a sob, Daniel seemed to relax at the sound of his name. She closed her eyes for just a moment and felt the tears spill down her cheeks, tickling her skin as they fell, and he took a cautious step forward, careful not to make her bolt.
She wanted to bolt, but the desire to sink into his arms was much stronger. Eyes still closed, Vala felt him before he ever touched her, before he took the pistol from her hand, lightly brushing her skin as he did so.
And then she was in his arms and she couldn’t seem to stop the flow of her tears, hating the weakness in her that those tears signified, but reveling in the feel of Daniel as he held her, the smell of him - of aftershave and soap and Daniel - that made her think that yes, he was right, this time.
She was home.
Title: Home
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G
Word count: 265
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Spoilers: for Memento Mori
Author's note: Unbetaed, and a little late. It's not the Daniel/Vala smut I've been promising you for like a YEAR now, but it *is* Daniel/Vala shippy and I hope you like it, chick.
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“It’s time to come home.”
She saw him, truly saw him, both as he was now, earnest and with an edge of almost desperation, and as he had been since the day she first met him, so long ago, it seemed, a little angry and determined to best her. The man who stood before her now, facing the barrel of her gun with no fear, wavered and melted as tears clouded her sight, but the man in her memory stood clear and bold.
“Daniel…”
His name was little more than a whisper, but even as Vala felt her face crumple with the force of the emotions roiling inside her and choked back a sob, Daniel seemed to relax at the sound of his name. She closed her eyes for just a moment and felt the tears spill down her cheeks, tickling her skin as they fell, and he took a cautious step forward, careful not to make her bolt.
She wanted to bolt, but the desire to sink into his arms was much stronger. Eyes still closed, Vala felt him before he ever touched her, before he took the pistol from her hand, lightly brushing her skin as he did so.
And then she was in his arms and she couldn’t seem to stop the flow of her tears, hating the weakness in her that those tears signified, but reveling in the feel of Daniel as he held her, the smell of him - of aftershave and soap and Daniel - that made her think that yes, he was right, this time.
She was home.