Title: Because She Was
Vala
Disclaimer: Don't own
Rating: PG
A/N: First SG-1
fanfiction. I don't like it all that much, but I decided to post it
anyway. Hope somebody likes it.
"DANIEL!" Vala screamed, her arms outstretched as she was pulled forcibly back.
"VALA!" Daniel cried back, as he struggled against his captors.
Later, Vala would tell the story of how Daniel had fought, barehanded, against four men, twice his size and weight.
Later Vala would tell of how her gut twisted and turned in fear when the staff weapon was pointed at her Daniel.
Later, she would tell them how she was held back, forced to watch even though she wouldn't have been able to take her eyes off the scene. She would describe how her eyes had never left his, how her heart clenched in agony when the weapon fired and all life had fled from his body.
She would tell them how she was allowed back to Daniel, only after they were positive he was dead. Later, she would tell them that she never let go of his hand, that only by his ascension, their hands had parted.
Later, she would tell them the whole story, because Vala was a storyteller. It was what she did. But right then, Vala could only cry.
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The first time she told the story, she told it horribly, pausing in all the wrong places, her voice trembling and cracking, and her hands wrung nervously.
She didn't tell the story again. Not until he had come back. She didn't like unhappy endings.
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The next time she had told the story, she smiled, with Daniel next to her, and each of them juggling a child on their lap. She told it wonderfully, her voice calm and smooth, but her eyes did grow moist at certain points, but she continued at her children's beckoning and finished with Daniel descending back to her. She was the sole reason he had come back.
Because Vala loved stories, she would always remember that one. Because it was the best one she had ever found. Because it was true. Because she was Vala. Because he was Daniel. And because the universe created them to be perfect for each other.
