Compromises by sorrel

Compromises

By: sorrel_rowan

CATEGORY: General, Established Relationship

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:

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

Everyone's allowed their breaking point. It comes sooner or later. That tiny little thing, the straw that broke the camel's back and sent him absolutely wonko, running off into the distance in a swirl of over-dramatic dust.

For Daniel that straw was pink. Bright, extendably and eye-smartingly so, it came in either boxes of one hundred or one hundred and fifty.

He snaked an arm around Vala's waist and gently attempted to guide her in the direction of the door and then the car.

"We bought straws yesterday," he pointed out.

She replied without looking up from her list. "Daniel, do be serious. Those were for the children. We can't ask adults to drink with Simpsons straws."

I know one adult that won't mind, Daniel thought.

"Yes," he answered with infinite patience, "But we bought two-hundred of those. We've only invited fifty people and only twenty of those have kids."

"People use more than one straw in the course of an evening, Daniel."

"But pink? Some of them are military, Vala."

They stopped and glared at each other.

She put her hands on his arms and looked at him with a tinge of irony in her smile at the gesture. Leaning her forehead against his shoulder for a moment, he patted her back with a smile and waited for the explosion.

She managed to surprise him.

Silently, she put the pink straws back and picked up a one hundred and fifty box of dark blue ones.

Daniel, eyes on hers, picked up a smaller box of pink ones.

"We mix them all up together, deal?"

"Deal," Vala nodded enthusiastically with a grin.

Daniel laughed and slipped a hand into hers. As they walked along the aisle, he asked quietly, "This actually matters to you, doesn't it?"

She rubbed his hand with her thumb. "We agreed we're running off to far-flung somewhere with no one but immediate family if I get to plan the party."

"And is that what you want, though?" Daniel replied as she tilted her head to look at different varieties of paper plates.

She looked at him and nodded. "It'd be nicer if I knew where we were getting married, though, Daniel." She paused thoughtfully. "I have a dress to plan and all. You can't take a girl out without at least telling her how dressed up she should be. And then we could have a theme party." She paused again, doing her very best to appear casual. "Would I need those flower garland things?"

"It's not Hawaii."

"Pasta."

"Nope. And pizza isn't exclusively Italian, you know."

"Chopsticks."

"Only if you want to have mini-sword fights."

Her eyes brightened and then she glared. "Fun, but you're avoiding answering. Garlic?"

Daniel prodded her in the arm. "I've been avoiding answering for months and not if you want me to kiss the bride at some point."

She actually stamped her foot.

He gave in and laughed helplessly, "Not a chance. Sam knows and says the dress'll be fine." She pouted and he paused, thinking. "Unless I get to see the dress."

Her eyes flashed and she looked at him, "Not a chance."

"Then we're both allowed our secrets," Daniel replied, brushing her hair behind her ear. It wasn't always easy, the whole Vala-and-Daniel comedy, drama, action, sitcom movie thing they lived, but it was always worth it. "Compromise?"

"Compromise," Vala agreed, holding up two types of paper plate. "Now which of these?"

** The End **

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