Composed, Played and Told
Magnavox
CATEGORY: Angst, Vignette
SEASON/SPOILERS: Season 10 “Unending”.
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is set right before the hugging scene in the first montage in Unending. The idea is obviously from the commentary for the episode in which the say that the idea behind the scene was that Daniel and Vala had lost a child. The title is from Dead Boy’s Poem by Nightwish. Thanks to xfirefly9x for the beta *hugs*.
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
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He wanted to die. But first he wanted to beat the crap out
of the universe. The Ancients, the Ori, Enkarans, Orbanians, Abydonians, Re'ol,
Goa'uld, Earth; none of them deserved to exist anymore after this. This, this
was unfair, this was not right. This shouldn't have happened. But it did. The
child was gone. Their child. His child. It was everyone's fault and no one's
fault. Vala was the perfect mother in waiting. She ate well, she slept well,
she loved their child before she even knew it existed. In the nights he held
her and the baby close, protected. But he couldn't protect them from this.
Daniel felt both numb and alive at the same time. Overwhelming fear and hatred.
He couldn't escape his own mind. God, was this how Jack had felt? There was no
reasoning, no truth, no blame. Just the knowledge that something was innately
wrong, never to be righted again. Of all the wondrous things he'd seen,
alternate realities, time travel, ascension, it was all just one big shitty
joke when nothing could be done to save one small life.
Anger Built. Anger towards anything and everything. Himself. He wanted to hit
something, like the door to their quarters. He hadn't even seen it in front of
him. The last barrier to all the most important things in his life. The room in
which he and Vala had created their child. And Vala herself, the woman who gave
him everything he never knew he wanted.
He entered the room. Vala looked up from her place on the floor, at the foot of
their bed. Dry pain-filled eyes met his. Deep vertical lines marred her
forehead as she stared back at him, equally lost. Silently he made his way over
to her, dropping down to sit next to her. Her beautiful grey eyes watched him
and he wrapped his arms around her, instantly feeling her warmth. She held his
arm tight and broke, her sobs noisy in their isolated world. They were hers to
cry and his to hear.
** The End **
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