Calling Card by dvshipper

Calling Card

By: dvshipper

CATEGORY: Drabble

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thanks to taraleesg1, who is my ever-awesome beta! Written for prompt #33 Ribbon on the 100_women table.

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Vala moved down one of the concrete halls of the SGC like a ghost, being seen only when she chose. As she reached the door she knew so well, her breathing calmed. Crossing the threshold into Daniel’s office was like taking a sleeping pill, but only in a good way. Vala entered the dark office, letting the calm wash over her like a hot bath. Artifacts peaked from the cluttered shelves like little friends greeting her. Dust that sat as a thin layer over old books was like a pillow that cushioned the office from the real world. No place on base had this effect and that was why she was here.

The only light was that which leaked through the half shut door, highlighting certain angles. Vala didn’t need any light though; she knew the layout by heart. Running her fingertips across the chaotic desk, she made her way slowly to the leather couch. The cushions gave way slightly beneath her weight as she dropped down onto the sofa with a sigh. This space smelled like Daniel and Vala knew that was one of the reasons it was so comforting.

Vala let her mind drift into dreaming after her eyelids became too weighted to hold up any longer. Just as her fantasy Daniel was taking her hand to dance, she heard a commotion that forced her eyes open. A group of excited archaeologists passed the door in the hallway talking loudly about something. The SGC never slept, a fact that Vala knew painfully all too well.

Feeling sufficiently at ease by the overall effect of Daniel’s office and awake enough to navigate her way, Vala moved to go back to her quarters. As she got up, her hair fell heavily to her shoulders. Thinking nothing of it, Vala left Daniel’s dark office just the way she had found it: peaceful and silent. However, there was one thing different, though not obvious. A long, pink satin ribbon was draped gracefully across the arm of the couch.

In the morning, Daniel would find it as Vala’s calling card, letting him know she had once again found solace from her fears in his office. Though only a thin strip of fabric left carelessly behind, it spoke volumes about how Vala felt. Whether it was his voice, his physical presence, or just his lingering scent, Vala needed him in order to feel safe. Maybe, just maybe, the memento she left behind would tell Daniel that she couldn’t feel at home without him.

** The End **

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