Aftermath

By: Fiara Fantasy

CATEGORY: General

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is my wishful thinking on the aftermath of the giant space battle they left us hanging with. Something to fill the void until July.

Vala stood against the wall, silent and still, her third drink un-touched in one hand. The celebration was small but lively, as good as the commissary of the SGC got. Her corner gave her a view of everyone in the room. The black outfit drew some appreciative stares from the slightly uninhibited men, but for once she couldn’t care less. Daniel had just shaken his head when he’d seen it. SG1 was standing with General Landry and someone Daniel had greeted as “Jack”. She swirled the liquor in her glass and sighed. So much death and it hadn’t really mattered, and it seemed these Tau’ri had forgotten or didn’t care. The only thing she could do now was make sure they didn’t forget. She started away from the wall.

“Hey Daniel,” Daniel turned to look down Jack’s line of sight and saw Vala move away from the wall she’d been standing by. “What’s your girlfriend doing?”

Vala reached a table more or less at the center of the room, stepped up onto its surface by way of a chair, and faced the gathered personnel. She raised her glass up so they could all see, turning slowly to meet their eyes and began to speak.

“To Chekov, to Pendergast, to Korlev, to Odyssey, to Netan, to Sha’la, to our friends, our family, our allies, and our heroes.” She tilted her head back slightly and drained the contents of her glass.

The faces in the commissary were now more solemn, some had tears in their eyes, and some had raw fury burning their faces. Everyone raised their glasses and drank to Vala’s toast.

She held out her empty glass once again and gave a merciless smile. “And to our enemies.” She let the glass slide through her fingers and shatter on the floor. “May they beg for mercy at the gates of hell and not receive it.”

Vala turned before she could see their reaction and took the step from the tabletop to the chair and lost her balance. She threw out an arm to steady herself and felt someone grab her hand, firm yet gentle. She reached the floor and turned to meet Daniel’s blue eyes, their bodies lightly pressed together, for once completely by accident. His eyes were bright with emotion, pain, hope, and something she scarcely dared to hope was real. He pressed his lips against her forehead quick and feather light, a promise.

She promised back.

** The End **

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