Dear Diary

spacegypsy1

Chapter Three

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Dear Diary, Daniel broke his arm. Maybe not arm, I think it could be his wrist or thumb or something like that. Well, yes, of course it was my fault, silly.

How you ask? By page five I was planning on visiting Daniel and then I saw the proposal on page six. You see, after reading the marriage proposal...lovingly written just a page back, and done with my purple pen, I jumped up from the bed. Remember, Diary?

At that exact moment Daniel opened my door. I think he couldn't wait to see me...that's so sweet. I tossed you, Dear Diary, across the room in one direction and the pen in the other and then like a rocket I took off and leapt into Daniel's arms. There may have possibly been some squealing. From me, not Daniel.

I'm quite good at leaping, however, in my excitement I didn't get as much momentum as needed, causing me to land a bit wonko to the side. I sort of knocked him askew...or down on the floor to be more precise. We landed - me on top, him on bottom - half in and half out of my room.

Funny thing was...well not so funny, but maybe a little funny, was that when I propelled myself into him, he tried to kiss me, and that, I think, made him lose his balance. Soooo, he tried to break our fall but broke or dislocated his arm, er, thumb instead!

And to make matters worse, Mitchell saw the whole thing! And now Daniel's in the infirmary, and here I sit watching him scowl at me, then at Carolyn while she puts a cast on the hand/thumb/wrist, and then at Mitchell who keeps insisting on an explanation.

How are we going to actually get married if we can't even tell anyone we've been dating?

Mitchell just asked me, "what the hell are you writin', princess?" I left the g off because when he's in a tizzy, my CO goes way deep south in his accent. So, Diary, I'm closing you for now.

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Good morning, Dear Diary! It's me again, another day. I suppose I should date these pages, but of course I won't. Here's the scoop for this morning...at Daniel's place. I snuggled back in Daniel's bed, to write and discuss some things with you as promised. I'm all clean and refreshed. Of course I had to help my darling with his shower this morning, as he has that little cast like apparatus on his hand to keep his cute thumb from moving around. I had to scrub him. Everywhere.

And that, of course, turned him on, and then all those suds all over him turned me on and the suds he lathered all over me sort of mingled and added to a mutual turned on-ness...well you understand Diary, don't you? I can't detail it here, because, we both know I need not light that fuse again since he's determined to work this morning and if I get all worked up myself and go seduce him, well, he's bound to get all discombobulated...not to mention annoyed.

Besides, I find 'talking' to you helps me figure things out. I also suspect that Daniel Darling Jackson knew that...that I would let go of some of my true feelings here without having to be suddenly vulnerable to the world. I can take my time releasing all my baggage, as he calls it which I don't understand at all.

I'm so in love I'm scared to death. And things are going so well, it's almost creepy. Before we left the infirmary yesterday, Mitchell actually suggested I drive Daniel home and get him settled in. Then he, Mitchell, said to keep an eye on him, Daniel, and he, Mitchell, would see me, Vala, in a day or so...see, Diary, quite mysterious. If we had been on some P numbered planet I would be worried about alien influence. I'm an alien, but have absolutely nothing to do with this other than being me and Daniel being mine!

Last night I fixed dinner. Well, let's be honest, I unpacked it and put it on plates and set the table and opened the wine, poured it, lit the candles...stuff like that. We ate quietly, neither discussing the proposal. Me being too afraid and I could tell by the little lines around Daniel's mouth he was in pain. I asked him if it hurt and he shrugged and said, "a little."

I cleaned up too, with Daniel's help. It was pleasant working together without arguing, or teasing, or being grouchy (Daniel) or being annoying (Me/Vala). Then we snuggled on the couch and watched TV. Daniel fell asleep. I sat up and began flipping channels and that lasted for about an hour.

When I first came to Earth, Diary, I thought that was what TV was. Flipping from channel to channel. I found it oddly entertaining until Muscles showed me how to really watch something. I admit I was a bit disappointed that it was not considered normal to just flip.

Anyway, it was late and I turned off the TV and sat there, with complete silence around me, and contemplated this: What do I do now? Wake him? Cover him? What if he no longer wants to marry me because I broke his thumb?

Okay so that last one is a bit absurd! But I did think on that for a while sitting there in the dark last night.

You know, well, I'm about to confess – and I am going to start locking you in some fireproof safe with a hard to decipher combination code – but I confess that I've only been married once. Yes, to Tomin. I married Tomin to save my life. I became very fond of him, and loved him even, in a nice sort of way...but...many nights in his arms I thought only of Daniel.

Other than Tomin anyone I mentioned as a past husband was all hoopla, lies, deceit, etcetera. You know, the things I am... no, the things I was good at in my other life.

And while I have used a bit of the female guile in stickie situations, and had the occasional short term love affair... there have not been THAT many men used and abused by that once notorious and now defunct pirate/con artist/thief/master...oh never mind.

I had this ingenious Goa'uld device, Ancient device stollen by the Goa'uld actually, which in conjunction with the hand device rendered the victim senseless and implanted pre-programed memories... so, they actually thought we'd had wild sex. I loved that device, now lost forever. And I have never seen another one since.

I keep getting off topic don't I, Diary? So here's what happened next, before I could think further, sitting there feeling lonely, and remember Diary, this was last night... his words, rough with sleepiness, reached me. "You haven't answered my question." My Daniel said.

I need a break before I tell you the rest, my Dear Diary. I have to check on my patient, who is grouchy because he can't write or type fast. And he's grumbling from down the hall asking if I plan on sleeping all day? "I'm writing in my diary, darling." I just yelled back. See you, Dear Diary...later.

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It's late, Dear Diary. Very late. Not much else to report for today. Though my morning was spectacular, the day went no where from there. We had a conference call with Mitchell about Daniel's thumb and a planned mission next week that has been scrubbed until Daniel is released. I had three reports that were due a week ago, so I had to finish and send those. Daniel is getting the hang of typing and writing without the use of his thumb, making him tunnel vision once again on some work and I had to go over some things with Bill on the phone about the simulations running in Sam's lab.

Daniel's sleeping now, and I'm sitting curled up in a chair by the lamp. My eyes lift now and then to watch him sleep there in 'our' bed relaxed and peaceful.

Let's see, I was supposed to recount the question/answer bit from last night after an hour of flipping channels. So here goes:

He startled me, his voice deep with that sexy, sleepy bit he does as previously reported... and he said the thing about me having not answered his question and then he held his arm out and said, "come here," and pushed himself up straighter on the couch, beckoning me close to his warm body. I think it took me some time to scoot back over to him and then I ducked my head, nearly burying my nose under his arm and answered.

"What was that?" he asked, and I sunk deeper into him, my face completely obscured from view. His casted hand dug my face out, and lifted it up. That bright moon last night cut a beam right across us, illuminating my face. I couldn't escape his tender regard. I couldn't hide the tears I was frantically batting out of my eyes.

"Vala, sweetheart, was that a 'yes' I heard?" He asked me when I couldn't make myself talk. But this time his mouth hoovered over mine.

"Yes," I whispered on a breath that I forced past that concrete lump at the bottom of my throat. "Yes," croaked out a second time as it hopped past the titanium plate in the middle of my throat. And, "Yes," flew from my mouth into his as he sealed our lips together.

After that, Diary...and sorry for not writing anything in the last ten or so minutes, I was sitting here reading this over and over and over, with great sighs and smiles. I just love you Diary, you and the words we share.

Anyway, after that, we did quite a bit of kissing and fondling and things like that and we confessed our love again and again. And we vowed to never part, not even in death. And I repeated that in Goa'uld...which of course my darling speaks and understands, "Pal tiem shree tal ma." I vowed. He smiled lovingly, and repeated the vow in Tau'ri. "Our love does not end in death."

Then he began to get quite frisky, and at one point he winced in pain and raised his hand up. And I winced in sympathy. "Darling," I groaned, "maybe we should wait until your hand is better."

My comedic lover, oh, wait, that would be my comedic fiance who I cannot tell anyone about, responded without thinking... "Vala, my thumb's in a cast not my..."

I burst out laughing before he could finish! He scooped me up in his arms, laughing hardily, carried me down the hall, and dumped me in our bed.

Needless to say...er...write, Dear Diary, that was followed by a romp in the sheets with much laughter and fun, and my darling was quite the naughty boy! I had wondered, and I actually said this out loud to him last night..."Where are my handcuffs when I need them?" He laughed and mumbled something about neck ties.

Oh, wait, I forgot to write about the ring.

~TBC -A/N: Sorry it's late! Been to Dragon*Con gazing with mouth agape and eyes glassed over at Shanks...