Chapter 2

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Still tag for Beachhead….This was a one-shot that kept talking to me! =P

Daniel walked slowly through the SGC. He didn't feel like going back to his cold empty apartment. If they should hear from Vala, he wanted to be here…He noticed Vala's door was open and the lights were one, he could hear voices, he rushed to the door to find a nurse and airman packing Vala's belongings.

"Hey! What is going on in here?" Daniel paused at the doorway. "What are you doing with Vala's things?"

"Dr. Jackson, General Landry asked us to pack up her stuff so this room will be available for VIPs as needed." The marine trailed off as Daniel headed back down the hallway.

"General" Daniel knocked and then entered Landry's office when bid. "Why are you having Vala's things thrown away?" Daniel stood with his hands in his pockets, trying to hide his agitation.

"Dr. Jackson, I am just having Vala's things put into storage. We will be doing some negotiations that will require use of those quarters. If she returns, her things will be returned to her." Landry stared up at Daniel, noting his tense stance and silently chuckling, so the good doctor was more interested in Miss Mal Doran than he would have others believe. "We'll just keep them in storage for the usual three months." Landry waited to see what Jackson would do with that information.

"Three months? Then what? You will throw them out! No, Vala will be back but it might take longer than three months." Daniel was getting agitated at the idea of Vala not returning to him…no the SGC. He began pacing in front of Landry's desk. "I don't want her to return home to find we have thrown away her belongings like so much trash. She needs to trust that we will wait for her."

"What do you suggest I do? Build alien storage units here in the SGC? We have limited space, Dr. Jackson, and unless you want to give up your office space…" Landry let his comments trail off.

"I'll take her stuff to my place" Daniel couldn't believe he was actually saying that. But he knew it was the right thing to do. "If the military can pack her stuff up and deliver it to my place, I will store it for her."

Several hours later, Daniel stood in the doorway to his spare room. Piled everywhere were boxes. Some had lacey things peeking out, others were filled with what looked suspiciously like fashion magazines, and there were even a few stuffed animals. Daniel went to close the door as he walked away, but somehow couldn't.

As the months slipped by he left that door open so he could be reminded of Vala.