Her Name is Vala

                                                                                                                                               By:  gioia_gg   

 

 

CATEGORY:  Angst, General

SEASON/SPOILERS:  Season 10

WARNINGS:  None

 

AUTHOR’S NOTES:  It’s going to be a character study for Vala.  Her past, her future, and her present.

 

Thanks to my beta, Isabel as hariboo_smirks at LJ. 

 

Last thing, I borrowed some things (two drabbles) from an amazing fic called Themes in the Key of B by thedeadparrot.  It’s a Batman fic and just amazing.  I wish I could write the author.

 

AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:

 

  http://gioia-gg.livejournal.com/

 

 

CHAPTER 1:  Coming Back to Beginning

 

Vala does not like the first day of Fall.

 

Varen does not wake her like he usually does, does not pull her into his embrace like he usually does, instead keeps his distance, hovering. Or maybe it is her who has pulled away; maybe it is her who has become distant.

 

Vala does not like the first day of Fall.

 

It is a sunny day. Not like that day. The day her entire life changed. That day was a cloudy and cold one; and there was a darkness over the horizon, warning them of the approaching storm. Today is a sunny day, a little chilly, without a trace of any storm. But as she looks up into the cloudless sky, she wishes it were raining.

 

She tells Varen that she wishes to take the afternoon off to wander, and he nods, concern on his face. He knows what today is, and he understands what it means to her. He does not mention it in words, and they both just pretending as if nothing has changed.

 

Today, she does not hear the city's sounds (look, the witch is coming), does not see the people's wary, pitiful stares as she walks among the city's streets. The world around her is on mute, if only for today.

 

Vala does not like the first day of Fall.

 

The grass of the cemetery is wet, soaking the hem of her skirt even further. The hill is a candy piece to climbing but she still climbs it slowly, making each step count. The flowers for the people she--she killed weighs heavy in her hand.

 

She comes here every year in these times, to pay her respects, to say her excuses and her goodbyes. It never gets easier, but then again, it never gets harder, either. This is one day that nothing changes, that she is once again a sixteen-year-old girl, frightened and alone. And it's getting harder to pretend.

 

Vala does not like the first day of Fall.

 

At night, fully dressed in black, she visits that same chapel. It has changed, broken, as her home world has changed. It has become a ruin, darker, even worse than it was then. She does not touch anything, merely looks, only remembers.

 

When she goes back to home, she goes to bed next to Varen. He lays still but she knows he is awake but does not say anything. He doesn't hold her this time like he did years ago, doesn’t whisper sweet nothing into her ear. That is beyond both of them now, each of them isolated in their own grief.

 

All those people are still dead and she is still frightened, alone; aware of the fact that her time is running out. At midnight she leaves the safety of her bed, her safe home, without even a goodbye letter because there is no need for words today.

 

As she passes through the 'Gate over to horizon, she doesn't try to even look back.

 

Vala does not like today.

 

Yet, she has no hope that tomorrow will be any better.

 

                                                       * * * *

(Present)

 

Vala Mal Doran took a sip from the caffe in front of her, scanning the classified files reporting the last sightings of Orici. Colonel Carter was in the middle of her speech about lastest news from their allies.

 

“Sixteen hours ago, we received the word from Collans that their world was attacked too. No more contact was made after then, but they said they all had seen a woman whose eyes glowed with fire.” She threw a suspicious glance at Vala who still scanning the files without saying nothing. “We’re 99% sure that its Adria.”

She stooped, looked at the classified files. “Either we screw up with ‘The Sangrall’ or she’s found another way to return. Regardless, she came back.”

 

Daniel ducked his head, mumbled softly. “With more ships under her command. All for nothing.”

 

Vala snapped her head up to him, looking annoyed. “We already talked this before. It wasn’t your fault.”

 

“Than whose fault? It has to be someone’s.” He said in return sternly.

 

Vala was about to answer but Gen. Landry’s voice cut her off. “Vala’s right, Dr. Jackson. We had to take the risk at that time. And we did. We’ve gotta stop blaming ourselves while there is more coming trouble into our hands.” Daniel leaned his head forward again as Vala pulled the last file before her.

 

They were losing their edge. They didn’t laugh anymore as they had before. When they did, there was always something amiss in it. The anticipation of approaching storm was heavy in their hearts.

 

All of sudden all world around Vala was in mute. For a moment, she could hear nothing but heart madly beating. The words before her eyes burned into her, into her soul. She pushed the files forward, putting her head between her hands.

 

“Vala…? You okay?” She heard Daniel’s worried voice. He tilted his head towards her, looking at her, his eyes narrowed and searching.

 

“You went all pale suddenly.”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“You’re trembling.”

 

“I’m fine!” She repeated.

 

“Vala?”

 

“Daniel!!” Her voice hichted.

 

“Okay, kids. Stop it.” Col. Mitchell broke them off. Then he looked straightly at her eyes. “Daniel, I’m sure that Vala would tell us if something is wrong.”

She took a deep breath, pointing the last file she had just pushed over the table.

 

“I know that planet.” She added before none of them could speak again. “It’s my home world.”

 

                                                       * * * *

Silence hung heavy over the armory. It was just the two of them because Cam, Sam and Teal'c were already ready and were waiting for them. But Vala suspected that it was just that way so Daniel could make his pep-talk to her. “You know that you don’t need to do that.” Daniel said with a small voice as he put his commando knife into its place under his pants.

 

“And let them to become another pawn for the Ori for reaching power or get burned to death?”

 

“No. You know what I meant.” He sighed, adjusting his glasses over his eyes. “You don't need to come with us. We can go without you and try to convince them into using Merlin out-of-phase device.”

 

“Yeah...” She ducked her head as if she was considering that option. After a while, she came near him and lifted her head up to him, and he realized that she had already made her choice. “Daniel, you told me so many times that I had made a decision to stop running, to stop pretending. When I decided to stay here, make a new life for myself, I always knew that this moment would come someday. I don't want to return, Daniel, but I need to.”

 

“After the Tok'ra had removed the sybiomte, I went back to live on my home planet. I had nothing and I was a total emotional wreck. Times of memories, nightmares and chaos. Nothing made sense. It was a real struggle just living but I did it anyway. I lived there for two years with Veran, my fiancé.” She sighed deeply as Daniel looked at her sympathetically.

 

“It was just...I did my best, pretending nothing had changed, pretending not to see the look inside people's eyes. The disgust, the pity, the fear.” She took a step, getting closer to him as her voice began to come out throaty; deep from inside.

 

“But its hard to pretend to be someone else while you're around the people who know you; know you well. I couldn't be the girl they had known before but I couldn't be something else, either. So I decided to run away from them, from myself, to somewhere else, where I could be anyone, no one.” There were unshed tears in her eyes as she kept talking through the lump in her throat. “And I kept running until I met you. Maybe it sounds a little cliché but I feel like this is my last chance to face my past and put it completely behind me.”

 

He put his hands over her shoulders, squeezing her upper arms and looked directly at her eyes as he tried to seal his words into her soul. “You know that whatever waits for us there, you're not alone. We--I'll be always behind you.”

 

She ducked her chin, blushing a little. It was completely un-Vala-like, for a moment he assumed that it was just his own imagination. 

 

“I know. Thank you.” She said with a small voice. They stayed like that for a little while until Daniel seemed satisfied with what he saw and let his arms fall off from her shoulders. He turned back over to bench, putting his feet on it, tying his boots as she tied her P90 onto her kelvar suit. However, she stopped for a minute, wrinkling her forehead as looking her weapon thoughtfully.

 

“I think I've gotta leave my weapons.”

 

He turned at her abruptly. “What?”

 

“I've gotta leave all of my weapons.” She said slowly as taking them off by one by.

 

“May I ask why?” He asked a little more sarcastically then he had intended.

 

But his sarcasm went unnoticed by her. “Those people are afraid of me, Daniel.” She pointed out as even taking off her knife. “Granted, they were disgusted in me, pitied me, but they had never stopped to being afraid of me, ever. When they see me, they will remember this fear once more. Going to there fully armed isn't the best idea, especially when we want them to trust us with their lives.”

 

“Yeah...maybe,” He shook his head. “I just don't like the idea of you running around those people without being armed.”

 

“Neither do I,” She accepted. “But, I'll be fine, Daniel. You're just worried too much. You're just-- what's you called it? yeah, pulling a mother hen act on me.” She grinned. “Besides, I know you never let anything bad happens to me.” He grinned back at her, at the same time wishing the dreadful feeling inside his stomach was just his own imagination. They just would go to this planet, make the peace between Vala and them, hide them under the Ori’s collective noses, and return to home.

What could possibly go wrong?

 

                                                       * * * *

The big city of Mandoran was a classical galactic merchant city if by classical you meant a medieval culture with high-advance technology. A place where its people knew there was more life out there beside them, chose to believe that a nameless demon could take your soul away; instead of believing a snake-like creature could take your free will away, just because the former was easier to believe.

 

The center of Mandoran, where 'Gate sat, was exactly how she remembered. A few hundreds feet away, the altar looked exactly how she remembered too. The ruins of her temple, the marketplace, the stalls, the crowds were also exactly how she remembered them.

 

“She came back.”

 

And at the same time, it was not. There were little changes, like the path under her feet, the now broken altar, the new warm wind among her hair.

 

“I can’t believe that she came back, after all the years.”

 

Everything looked the same but again everything felt so different.

 

She felt herself trembling, looking just like the girl she remembered being lost and frightened. And the whispers, there were whispers all round them as they walked among the streets. It had been a bad idea coming back here, it was bad, a really bad one.

 

“What does she want from us this time? Why now?”

 

Why? There was a hand within her, squeezing hers tightly as if it tried to give her strength. Confused, she turned back, and saw a smiling Daniel looking at her reassuringly as his fingers caressed her hand.

 

“It’s alright, I’m right here. Don’t be afraid.” He whispered. She felt her trembling stop slowly as she caught her breath.

 

Count until ten. Just relax.

 

Everything’s gonna be fine.

 

“Why she came back?”

 

“You came back.”

 

She got still for a minute, looking absolutely terrified. Then she turned around.

 

“Hello, Veran.”

 

                                                       * * * *

Veran missed Vala in the same way he missed playing with mud and his grandma's special cake at the spring festa, in the same way he missed childish angst over the girls. Veran missed Vala in the same way he missed all his childhood memories and all their joys and miseries.

 

Still, he missed her everyday.

 

He had put his childhood fancies away with the dreams of being someone else, being more than the fourth child of a merchant, when at sixteen he was told that he was now a man and had to behave accordingly. The same time he realized that she was destined to be more than a farm girl in a little village (ever the curious one). She asked him to come with her but he shook his head and said that he belonged here. And as she left their little village for the big city of Mandoran, Veran had felt the pain and grief of losing his childhood.

 

After two years when he saw her, and saw how much she had changed, he realized how he had been right when he had thought that she was destined to be more than a farm girl. When her eyes flashed with golden fire, he could not help but shiver with fear, but he wasn't a child anymore and she was a childhood memory, nothing more.

 

Still, his heart cried for her everyday.

 

When the Tok'ra arrived, when they had explained to them that she wasn't herself, that she had been taken as a host, they hadn’t understood what they exactly meant with 'taken’, but imagined that she had been consumed with something evil. They also figured out that she wasn't all powerful and beautiful. At the altar as Adria and the crowd threw rocks at her, Veran had wanted to join them, spit on that creature had brought on them so much pain, but his heart was still aching with loss of his childhood friend.

 

Still, his heart ached for her everyday.

 

When the Tok'ra returned her to them, she looked so lost, so vulnerable, so unlike the girl he knew once, he pulled her into his arms, embraced her tightly, whispering little nonsense into her ear. She had put her head over his heart, saying nothing. After that day, she moved in with him, because returning her to her old house, to the care of Adria was too stupid to even consider.

 

The sheer disgust in people's eyes turned into pity as time passed. But there was still a wariness in it right beside pity therefore they called her a witch, a damned soul, behind her back. Sometimes under the firelight her eyes would sparkle, reflecting the fire and she seemed normal but sometimes the sparkles were still there even with the absence of any fire to reflect. He knew it was somewhat stupid wishing that it had been just his own imagination.

 

Still, he wished it everyday, anyway.

 

When she left without a goodbye, without even a farewell letter, he knew that she might never return. He had expected to be surprised or upset but he had felt kinda relieved. Maybe finally he would manage to move on. He was a man of absolutes and she was a childhood memory.

 

Still, he loved her everyday.

 

As time passed, he moved on. He married a beautiful girl and loved her. When she died in childbirth, he cried for her for days but he moved on. Sometimes he remembered the girl under the stars, the girl who believed there was something beyond the stars.

 

Still, he remembered her everyday.

 

But he had put all his childhood fancies away with the dreams of being someone else more than being the fourth child of a merchant, at sixteen the same time he had been told that he was a man now and had to behave accordingly. He was a man of absolutes and she was a childhood memory after all. No, it was not fair, but it was just life.

 

Still, he loved her everyday.

 

And just when he thought she was finally put away forever, merely a person he had once known and now gone, never to return, ready to being lost in the corners of his mind. Just when he had thought she was completely behind him,

 

He missed her everyday.

 

Just when he had it all figured out...

 

She came back   

 

 

To be continued…

 

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