Apologies by sorrel

Apologies

By: sorrel_rowan

CATEGORY: Friendship, Vignette

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thanks to hariboo_smirks for the beta.

AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:

http://www.fanfiction.net/~sorrelrowan

My back hurts, my knees have started to cramp and we haven't said two words since Mitchell left. Rather, I haven't done anything but nod and occasionally grunt; Vala hasn't stopped talking, but hasn't actually said anything yet.

The cell is too cold. The cot is too hard. The grey slop shouldn't be served to farm animals, never mind people. The cell is too warm. How is she supposed to sleep with a jacket as a pillow?

"Daniel?"

I slap my face, catching a few pieces of straw between my fingers and feel an itch build in my nose.

"Daniel?"

I wave a hand in her direction, hear a 'hmmph' and a soft thud, then take a deep breath.

"What was all that about?"

She mimes someone with less hand-eye co-ordination than me slapping themselves hysterically.

I glare, pushing my glasses back up my nose. "The bits of straw you threw at me almost made me sneeze."

"Oh. I didn't know you had allergies."

"I take pills."

"Oh, do you now?"

I squint, slightly more awake and definitely amused. "You're going to make an innuendo out of that?"

She shrugs with a slightly crooked grin. "I thought I just did."

I can feel the tiredness beginning to affect me, so I roll out my neck and don't answer. I can't trust myself to keep the bite out of my voice, and I know she's over-playing her part.

"Daniel, I'm -"

"Don't."

She sits up and throws her balled-up jacket at me, swinging one of her legs off of the cot and glaring. "You are never going to let me finish that sentence, are you?"

I look at her. "Not until I think you mean it."

She shrugs and raises her chin, lets out another 'hmmph' and turns away sharply.

I sigh and smile crookedly, picking up the jacket and taking two steps to the cell bars. My feet are quiet in my socks, her bare shoulders catch the light from the few candles still burning. I refold the jacket, pushing my spare through with it. Her head turns and she takes the bundle silently, without turning her head enough for me to see her face.

"Well, thank you for not shooting me this time."

Her voice is sarcastic as I sit back down.

"You're welcome."

** The End **

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