Dinner by Magnavox

Dinner

By: Magnavox

CATEGORY: Drabble

SEASON/SPOILERS: Season 10

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR’S NOTES: A little drabble while in the midst of major writer’s block, Help me!!!

AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:

http://www.freewebs.com/mitosdelaverja/

“Vala, don’t sit on the bench, it’s unsanitary” Daniel’s warning went unheeded as Vala watched him chopping vegetables; a peeler lay unused in her own hand. “Has anyone ever told you what fine hands you have Daniel?” she queried, not taking her eyes off the slicing motion. “What? No, I mean, I used to play piano, but that was a while ago.”

“Piano?”

“Yes, it’s a musical instrument, over there” Daniel motioned to the small upright piano, age and dust clinging to its surface. Vala leaped off the kitchen bench and made her way over to the piano. The keys were cool to the touch as she ran her fingertips across them, the paint more scratched and worn on some than others. Liar…

“Would you teach me to play?” she asked, tapping one of the keys experimentally until it sounded its lonely note. Daniel smirked as he began peeling her forgotten potatoes, “Sure.”

Vala hit another key, this time humming with the tone until it faded. She did this with each key, Daniel listening intently as the piano mixed with Vala’s soft voice, created quite a pleasing sound. He closed his eyes, recounting each note as she played it, C, D, E, F, G… almost forgetting the potatoes himself when he nicked his finger on the peeler’s sharp blade.

“Ow!” Daniel dropped the peeler to the bench, shaking his hand as if to flick off the pain. Vala’s voice halted mid C minor as she rushed over to Daniel inspecting the tiny bit of blood pooling on his finger. She immediately grabbed his wrist, yanking him over to the sink where she held his hand under the cold water.

“Vala” Daniel protested.

“Shh! Will you just let me!” she replied, holding his hand further under the cold spray.

Daniel mused at Vala’s actions. It was new, yet old, familiar territory. A re evaluation of where they stood. Daniel looked down on Vala, her concentration returned to washing his hand, her fingers lightly skimming over his skin. In a way it felt good to be taken care of again. She turned off the faucet, patted his hand dry with a tea towel, flashed him a quick smile and left him to finish their dinner.

** The End **

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