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She punched.

For all of the suffering at the hands of her stepmother, and for all of the neglect at the hands of her father.

She punched.

For the Goa'uld, who had forced her to sit helplessly by as Qetesh used her body to inflict pain on countless worlds, murder thousands of innocent people, and kill the man she loved.

She punched.

For the villagers who couldn't see past her face, couldn't see that she was no longer the monster they'd all suffered under for the past ten years.


She punched.

For the Ori, for violating her in a way that neither the Goa'uld nor any other man had ever done.

She punched.

And for her daughter…for giving her no other choice.

She punched. She let every feeling of anger she'd ever felt out on the cool slab of stone. For everyone who'd ever hurt her, for everyone who had ever healed her, she punched.

Her hands grew bloody as the cold, hard wall punished her fists. She didn't care. She didn't care about the pain, she'd been through worse. She didn't care about the damage she was doing to her body, it didn't matter any longer. All she cared about was making someone, something suffer for everything she had been through and everything that she had been forced to do…even if that person was herself.

But perhaps most of all she wanted to punish Daniel. She hated him. She had gone through most of her life alone and adrift, but he had shown her a different way. For the first time in her life she had felt like she was worth something, that she belonged somewhere. He had shown her that caring for people wasn't a weakness and that placing her trust in someone else wasn't something to be scared of. He'd also shown her kindness in a way that no other human being ever had. He had cared and he had given her hope. For that she hated him the most.

As she continued her rain of fury against the wall in her quarters she heard familiar voices banging on the door. She ignored them. They couldn't help her, they couldn't give her what she needed. All they could do was stop her…and she couldn't let them. She would let it all out, she would drain every last memory, every last hurt from her even if it cost every ounce of her blood to do so.

As they began trying to open the door that she had deliberately blockaded, her punches came quicker even as her strength and stamina began to wane. Her body was failing her, just as her daughter's had.

She didn't know when it had happened but she felt two strong arms wrap around her stomach and pull her away. But she kept fighting and it took another three people to control her flailing arms and legs. Blinded by her fury, by her pain, she couldn't distinguish any of the faces or voices that surrounded her. All she knew was that her body ached in every way possible and it wouldn't stop. As her ears began to pick up the words being spoken to her she finally began to feel the effects her struggle had wrought on her body.

"Vala, STOP!" she heard from a familiar voice.. It took her a few moments to realize that the pleading voice and the arms holding her in place both belonged to Daniel. And that the people holding her legs were her teammates, Teal'c, Mitchell, and Sam.

Everything around her was spinning but she was still able to make out the blood-stains on the wall across the room and the crimson liquid that soaked much of her upper body.

As Dr. Lam administered her a sedative, all of Vala's fight faded away…and what replaced it was a deep-seeded emptiness.

"She's dead," she whispered, as she clung tighter to Daniel. "I killed my daughter."

With that, the world faded to black and she sunk into a cold, lonely darkness.