Numbers
By: Thalion pip
CATEGORY: Angst, UST
SEASON/SPOILERS: Season 10.
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
http://thalion-pip.livejournal.com/
Five
(Flesh and Blood)
She swept her fingers through the candle again, fighting the
path her mind took every chance it was granted. Fire, she forced herself to
focus on being swallowed by the fire, consumed in ignominious death away from
her body. That memory was less painful. Flames gliding towards her, licking up
her skirts, and devouring her flesh off her bones.
But then it came. She rialed against it, beating it back, begging her
subconscious to give her a moments peace. The Ori had come through her, they’d
taken her life, her body, all she had left was her mind and that was in
rebellion. Her soul, Origin believed that the Ori watched over everyone of
their children’s souls, but they didn’t guard hers. It lived with him.
That voice rose in her memory, in desperate supplication that the mob would let
her go. The sound of his voice called her liar every time she convinced herself
she loved Tomin. She would feel the child swell in her stomach, believing she
would never see her galaxy again. It wasn’t that bad here, she would tell
herself, fresh air and trees were better than the starship she would find
herself on. That world spoke to her, good ground for gardening, a child,
domesticity, all things a woman should want. A new kind of hope was kindled
with this babe. Here she was normal, with no leftover baggage from a Goa’uld, the
life she had begged for all those years she’d spent trapped in her own mind.
Then Daniel’s voice would bubble up and rip her through. She’d wake in a sweat,
her very bones aflame and defiance rewoken, all at his call.
Her water had broken the moment they’d entered her home galaxy, and it was
enough reality to stifle the thought that Daniel would be out there waiting.
That child had churned in her belly every time she dreamt of Daniel,
remembering the rush that coursed through her at his tender kiss. She’d never
known honor had a taste, possibly because she had never known a man who
smoldered with purity. She was still drunk with it, addicted to the unknown
spice that haunted her.
She had prayed in those nine months, pled that there could be any way, any
accident, something that would make this child Daniel’s, and not the Ori. She
struck deals with every deity save the Ori as she gave birth; a silent plea the
child would have a soul. Daniel could give that to the babe, he’d given one to
her.
Now she sat gazing out the window of her cabin, waving her fingers through the
flame in a desperate attempt to find some pain stronger than the explosions
resounding in space. He was alive somewhere, she knew that. If he had left this
world she would feel it. How could she not know if her soul had been ripped
from the world? He lived, he had to.
“Please.”
* * * *
Four
(Post-Morpheus)
She was reading the Bible. Vala Mal Doran was sitting
quietly in the corner of his office reading the Bible. He was in shock. He’d
explained the religious nature of the book to her, but she kept reading it,
devouring it like she had every fashion magazine and piece of trite fiction
he’d paraded in front of her to keep her quiet, and now he was getting nervous.
A quiet Vala was a dangerous Vala, and this was a big buildup of quiet.
He’d attempted to tell her the stories of the matriarchs, but apparently his
sermons were only good in life or death situations.
Now
She gave him a look of disbelief, and Mitchell simply pulled an apple from his
pocket to tempt her to food. She snatched the apple as her stomach rumbled in
want, and muttered as she went out the door. “So long as they’re about women.
I’m getting bored with tales of holy, celibate men.”
Daniel glared at him and muttered, “I’m the nonbeliever, but right now, I’m
pretty sure you’re the one going to hell.”
Vala chomped on that apple as she did her saucy walk out the door, and grined
wickedly at Daniel. “I like sin.”
“She broke him?”
“Yup.”
Vala stopped dead in the hallway, forcing a large group of nurses to tumble
around her, and turned to face Daniel standing in the doorway. “Sounds like my
kind of girl.”
He blushed.
She took a big, juicy bite.
*
* * *
Three
(Pegasus Project)
She knew Daniel had ascended, and not just from the theory
roaming around the SGC that he was still halfway there and every time he didn’t
come back from a mission they just assumed he’d ascended, again. As many times
as they told her the stories about Daniel magically reappearing from the dead
(each time in various states of undress, a feat she hoped to see soon) she had
never quite understood.
But Morgan spoke to Daniel as an equal. This almighty Ancient risked her life
to descend and speak with Daniel Jackson, to give him the knowledge to stop the
Ori. The most powerful beings in the known universe turned to Daniel for help,
they trusted him to save the world, and he trusted her. What had she gotten
herself into?
He was a saint, an angel, literally, and this demigod spoke for her. She wanted
to be worthy of such attention, making herself a new life, adopting his family,
working for others, and finding out she could be good.
But then Daniel would show such compassion and mercy to every villager on every
planet they ever came across. The man was bursting at the seams with the love
he felt for the world and she wanted to run again. Every time he played with
the children, or helped the old women she wanted to scream at him. Want him to
do something cruel, for once to ignore these people he would trade his life
for. Maybe then she would feel special.
He was good to everyone, it shouldn’t mean so much that he was good to her, but
heaven help her, it did. She hated him for loving everyone because it made her
love him more, but feel like he loved her less.
* * * *
Two
(Counterstrike)
Fury burned in those eyes. Rage at those who’d stretched
forth their hand to spare him time and again. The Ori in her wanted him dead,
but she wouldn’t do it. Her mother had been chosen poorly, for Adria carried
Vala’s defiance, and that piece would protect him. She bore her mother’s
memories the same as those of her father race, but tonight Vala’s soul burned
brighter than the Ori’s.
Affection would ripple underneath the anger; little pockets of spirit that Vala
had bestowed upon her child before her corruption. No matter the order, she
couldn’t kill her mother’s love.
She wished her mother would return to broken Tomin and find her way to the true
path, but this was the man she chose to follow. She would betray Origin for
him, swearing her soul to the service of her enemies, all for his sake.
Adria would spare him, this child of false gods, and he knew it. He stared back
at her with no fear in his azure eyes, quite the opposite in fact. The wrath
surged again, for she’d given too much away. She’d betrayed her mother’s
secret, and he knew why he was alive.
* * * *
One
(Momento Mori)
She saw their faces, she knew them, but memories dripped through her fingers like rain. She looked into those deep blue eyes, the force of his will making her try again. She closed her eyes focused on the memory of those azure eyes in front of her. The faces of her team streamed across her mind once more, sending a sensation of trust and loyalty with them this time. Then those eyes came back to her. Eyes full of compassion and love, and they lit her on fire. The word choked from her, her resurrection born in one word. “Daniel.”
** The End **
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