Silent Witness
By: dvshipper
CATEGORY: Drama
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thanks to taraleesg1 for being an awesome beta on this one!
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
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In the great cathedrals of
From the top to the bottom of the totem pole of rank at the SGC, they all knew what went on at 1500 hours in Dr. Daniel Jackson’s office. The six words, though muttered, were loud enough to be heard by a passing research assistant. “Get the fuck out of here.” The young man was surprised to see Vala Mal Doran quickly exit the archaeologist’s office when he looked back. Though he didn’t know the circumstances, it still seemed a bit out of place.
The grey concrete walls watched Vala wipe away tears from her eyes, pain and hurt marking her face in wet trails. Was it so impossible that this man didn’t love her? To the hallways, the clear answer was yes. It’d seen every look, every touch, and every smile. How could he lash out at her so? Could it be that even the woman didn’t know the answer? Or the man?
Pain turned to anger, boiling over in Vala’s veins, searing the skin above. It had been one of those fights, not arguments that she couldn’t just play off with an escape. Yes, she had run, but that had been his choice, not hers. Was that not his very character? When things annoy him or get too close for comfort, tell them to go away? Or maybe that was the anger talking and she was exaggerating. But even so, that fury was saying some very appealing things. One of the loudest was a quote from that wonderful Johnny Depp movie: “I will have vengeance.”
One good thing about being an angry woman who’d just been in a fight with her flame was that no one bothered you. Even the fluorescent lighted hallways seemed less claustrophobic as if they too wished her to have her space. Various personnel backed away as Vala barged her way into the commissary. Walking straight to the head of the kitchen staff, Vala told the middle-aged woman that she needed the space after the dinner rush for a private function. The apron clad woman was also informed that Vala knew about the champagne kept for special occasions, the brownies freshly baked, and the new order of strawberries that had just come in. They’d have to be waiting for her that night. The kitchen staff really did not want to know how she had gotten so much food information and silently agreed.
Through an elevator and more hallways, Vala made her way to
Teal’c’s quarters. The
With overlooking security cameras watching her every move, Vala snuck into one of the science labs. On the counter were a bundle of the odd white rose-like flowers from P4C-587. Taking away half the bundle, Vala made her escape with her nose stuck in the white petals. Unlike most flowers, they smelled like burnt incense; that rich, permeating scent that instantly relaxed you.
After making sure her heist had gone unnoticed, Vala stopped at her quarters. Writing a note in flowery, seductive handwriting, Vala smirked. Whatever plan she had in motion, it was coming together nicely. Attaching the note to one of the flowers with a long, black satin ribbon, Vala was off into the ever attentive halls once again.
Luckily, a certain Colonel was not in his office, leaving
Vala with the perfect opportunity to drop her message off. Setting the flower
carefully on the cluttered desk, Vala was surprised when said Colonel showed up
at the door. Without saying a word Vala made her exit past a confused looking
When the alien had left his sight,
The never sleeping corridors watched hours and people go by, collecting the information that no one else would ever know. Among these observations were Vala doing her hair in front of the mirror. As she took the large rollers out of her long black tresses, she went over different scenarios in her mind. Talking and flirting at the table. Bringing the champagne back to her quarters. Losing the black dress and the class-A’s. Having hot, angry sex. Waking up next to a real gentleman. Would a real gentleman have sex on the first date? Well, that really wasn’t the point now was it?
Some thoughts filtered into her mind unwelcome. What would Daniel say? Would Daniel care? Would he ever find out? You know, for being mad at said man, Vala seemed to think about him a lot. Yes, she still cared about Daniel deep down, but currently that love and kindness was paved over with a hard shell of determination. After finishing her dark makeup, including non-smudging, non-transferring, non-everything lip color, it was time to head down to the commissary to meet Cam.
Mysterious piping, silent alarms, and unspecified pathways witnessed a woman dressed in black walking toward the one thing she’d come to regret. So many people they had seen walking to joy, adventure, danger and even death, but never had they seen a woman such as this. Dressed to kill with heels to match, an attitude that rivaled Anne Boleyn, and an expression that could only be described as a mask placed to convince not only those she encountered but herself as well. There was no stopping this woman who never looked back.
The door frame almost cringed as Vala walked through toward
the Air Force officer but there was nothing it could do to stop her. It
couldn’t stop
The doors of the commissary couldn’t stand between Daniel and coffee at 2230 hours. If they could have locked themselves shut to save the linguist the pain of seeing the two people, they would have. As he walked in expecting no one to be there, Daniel stopped only for a moment in shock. Then anger made him indifferent as he continued on his quest for caffeine. On his face there too was a mask, but a very well used one of deep thought.
Vala tried to ignore the intruder and silently encouraged
As Daniel passed Vala, he stopped beside her. The walls
almost moved in closer to hear what he said. Mumbling about forgetting
something, Daniel pressed a napkin into the hand of a surprised Vala. After a
curt nod to
It’s a good thing written word can’t be audibly reverberated because what Vala saw written on the napkin was something she didn’t want others to hear. They were words she didn’t even want to repeat aloud herself. “You know what you’re doing and how it makes me feel. What’s your point?” So simple and short, yet they carried such weight. What was she doing? Was there even a point in her actions except making herself feel better? But was she even doing that?
Quickly standing up, Vala accidentally knocked the chair
over behind her. Deaf to
Why could things never be simple and why were emotions so complicated? Vala couldn’t decide if she was guilty, proud, or just sad. Slipping out of her dress when she arrived in her quarters, Vala’s mind began to wander, a very unpredictable thing. Figuring she couldn’t bring herself to apologize to Daniel because she wasn’t completely sorry, Daniel would have to come to her. If he wanted to continue their relationship, alright, but otherwise Vala was perfectly content, at the moment, to enjoy the success of making his heart hurt. Yes, she was going down a path that would eventually lead to pain for all. But that path was lined with such seductive red roses that she didn’t care about the thorns.
In the ancient cathedrals of Europe, many different events have passed. Great debates sparked, new teachings taught, old ways defended, and people both listening and rejecting. However, both angels and demons have passed through, attracted by stained glass and beautiful music. Though they have walked among the great structures, it didn’t necessarily change their course. What did change the courses of both angels and demons however, were the murmurings passed on to them by the old stone walls. Words of love, devotion, faith, and hope all found their way to spectral ears. Could it be that these words would also be passed on to Vala by the concrete tunnels of the SGC? Or on to Daniel? A whisper travels great distances when it needs to be heard.
** The End **
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