Dear Diary
spacegypsy1
Chapter Four
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It's very quiet. And comfy. So I will jot down a bit before...I forgot to tell you about the ring, Dear Diary! Yes, yes, yes... it's been a while. Things sort of blew up and I've been busy and gone. And by blew up I mean literally, things blew up all around us.
Daniel of course was not invited on our little unexpected off-world party, he being 'grounded' due to that pretty blue cast he wore...that matched his eyes. I left you here with Daniel, safe under his bed with my giraffe, since I knew things might get bad. And I knew - or suspected - he probably never looks under his bed. And I thought that the mission might be long and boring or short and deadly. Funny thing, Diary, it was long and near-deadly. Luckily that really odd and comforting SG-1 luck held out all those long days I was gone.
I hadn't been back at the SGC but an hour when I went to retrieve you and our BFF, The Giraffe, as I call it, from Daniel's quarters. You know, after all the time it takes to do the whole after mission exam, etc, etc, and then plan on when I would have some time alone with my Daniel.
I was on my knees, arm stretched out into the dusty underside of his bed, after I'd broken in...well...not actually, since after all these years I have fashioned my own key card to his door. Daniel had lots of fun new toys, brought back from our mission, to play with - so I felt assured he'd be in his office for hours!
I did miss him. So very much, and there were times I wondered if I would ever see him again. We came back all in one piece, though, with a cache of Dr. Daniel Jackson Toys, as Mitchell calls them, and having won the day from some creepy wanna be bad guys. And one girl. One bad girl. When she tired to kill me...and almost succeeded, Mitchell socked her right in her face! (But we won't tell Daniel about the me almost being dead part.)
When he met us at the end of the ramp on our return...well, he smiled, and nodded at everyone, but his big blues stayed on me for a while, and those orbs conveyed many things...mostly that he had worried, he was exceptionally happy to see me, and, I fear, he was not about to let me out of his sight again. Hmmm, I'm not sure what kind of 'good' thing that is. But I can deal.
We kind of grinned at each other, raised our shoulders in synchronicity, and walked out of the Gateroom, side by side. We whispered lots of things, intimate and lovey, dovey, things and he did some pretend scowling now and then just in case someone was watching us closely. We made our plan to leave under the pretense of dinner and head to his place when we could, probably, he said, late in the evening.
He left me in the infirmary and headed off to his office. And after chasing him down to steal a quick kiss in a nice dark corner, I dashed off to get to you. After Daniel, and The Giraffe, I missed you most.
Anyway, I didn't hear him come in, so I couldn't look innocent. I forgot to lock his door again once I broke in...er...got in. There I was, six up in the air, chest flat on the floor and digging for you, Dear Diary, and The Giraffe.
Knowing Daniel as we do, it was surprising he didn't clear his throat, or something like that. He just snuck up behind me and whispered, "Waiting for me?"
"Haha," I said. Then I kept looking and couldn't find a thing. I heard him mumble something as he knelt behind me, and lifted me up by running his hands under my arms. That's when I noticed the cast was gone. So there I was, pulled back against him, and my knees were killing me. "I missed you." He breathed out, those wet lips nipping on my neck. "And what you are looking for isn't under there. I locked them in the cabinet over there."
I gasped. It could have been surprise at his finding them, or the fact that one of his hands had just taken a very intimate hold of one of my breasts. "I'm saying we get out of here, soon, and go home, Vala. You had me worried..." So who could refuse that? I just sighed, nodded in agreement and stayed right where I was for a while to enjoy the...foreplay.
Oh, the ring. Right here, see, shiny, isn't it? My darling Daniel gave it to me at his house that night when he asked me to answer the question, and I did later, and a bit later is when he whipped out that box, popped it open, grinned and then dropped his head down, like he always does.
He was very nervous about the entire thing, so therefore, Dear Diary... as you can imagine... he was absolutely adorable! So, it's very lovely and twinkly and I can't wear it on my finger and it has to dangle like a rock on a chain around my neck. Guh!
I wore it hidden under my shirt off world and luckily it didn't crack when one of those hidden little bombs blew me across the area, and into the pile of Mitchell, Teal'c and Lambert...the SG-5 guy who went with us 'cause Daniel's hand was still in that lovely blue cast. I did however get a scrapie sort of indentation in the shape of a diamond right in the center of my chest!
It's late, Daniel is gripping about the light being on, and let me tell you this, just moments ago he would not let me turn it off... if you get my drift...so see you tomorrow!
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Good morning, Dear Diary, I once again wake up and I find myself naked...in Daniel's bed. Tonight...which is a mere twelve hours away... is team movie night and Daniel is the host. So, we have things to do, but really, who would want to get out of a bed with Daniel Jackson – also naked – in it? Even one snoring softly, mumbling in some strange language, and spread out taking up all the space.
Why can't I tell the world, Diary! I'm so happy and no one knows it. Well, except of course Daniel!
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Just a quick note! I have so much to do. Yes, I have a new pen, this one is a lovely blue like my Daniel's eyes. Anyway...Sam is coming tonight! She arrived in orbit sometime this morning, and Carolyn is also coming. So we will have a real party...except I think Muscles is still on Dakara...so he might not be here.
Before he left, Muscles said the oddest thing. In his deepest voice he smiled, nodded and started up the ramp, then turned and said...'I am happy for you, ValaMalDoran' then he plopped into the puddle. How odd is that? You don't think he knows do you?
Gotta go, lots to do, I have managed to add to the jumbled mess of Daniel's apartment with my own books and magazines and some shopping. I also have to move all my stuff into the guest room in order to fool our friends as if I am not sleeping with Daniel.
And I have to go to the grocery store with Daniel and the movie place. Tau'ri life can be quite wonko... I truly have never experienced the phenomena of so many grocery stores and so much food. Or the number of wonderful clothing and shoe stores...and let's not forget purses, hair brushes, curlers, lipstick and such.
I'm not as shallow as people might think just because I enjoy the odd purchase here and there. Sam explained it well. With our daily lives under so much stress and gloom and doom, we need to participate in the real world. I like that. And she told me all men have that aversion to women shopping. They buy car parts, huge TVs or in my Daniel's case, archeology stuff, and language stuff, and books and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.
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It's hard to recount here on paper what our team nights are like. Everyone laughs and teases and torments each other. Funny part is, Mitchell always teases me about chasing after Daniel. Insinuating that I'm 'hot' for Daniel and he (Daniel) is immune to my charms. Haha on Mitchell! Little does he know.
Before they got here I tried to tell Daniel about my past...with men...as in not really many, and here is what he said...gods, I love this man. "Vala," my Daniel whispered against my ear, his thumb on my cheek. "How 'bout we save that for after our wedding night? 'kay?"
I practically turned into a slimy pile of goo right there at his feet. Well, anyway, Sam, Carolyn, and Mitchell showed up about then, and right after that we got a big surprise when Jack showed up. I haven't told you about him, Dear Diary, but really, I don't have enough pages and ink.
The night got very silly, what with Jack and Daniel bantering back and forth. Whenever Daniel wasn't looking, Jack would grin at me with a knowing look. I swear, Diary, he knows something.
Sam gets giddy on her wine, nothing new there, two glasses and she's off to giggling at anything said. Mitchell tells funny stories about his grandmother, and I never get tired of hearing them. Carolyn has this knack for playing the hostess wherever she is, but with a cheeky twist, and lots of funny jabs at everyone... who knew!
So at the end of the night, or more correctly at the beginning of the next day, the party breaks up, slowly. Then funny man Jack offers to give me a ride back to the base. "Oh." I said, and then tried to avoid an answer. When he wouldn't drop it, I finally had to say okay and was walking off to get my stuff.
Diary, the most wonderful thing happened. Daniel grabbed my wrist as I walked past him, and pulled me into his lap. I was shocked and blinked at him unsure of what he was up to.
"Don't bother, Jack." My Daniel says. Sam giggled, Mitchell scoffed and Carolyn did this cute little laugh, that seemed to echo around.
Me, I sort of squeaked, and confused, I sat there on Daniel's lap, looking around at everyone who stared.
"Princess," My CO drawls, "it aint' like most of us," and Mitchell grinned over at Jack, "don't know what's goin' on. It's just that we've always thought of Jackson as...well...the marryin' kind."
At which point, Jack says, "As opposed to the sneaking around kind?"
Then some weird 'Um hum' hummed out of me, and my head started bobbing up and down so fast my brains felt scrambled.
Rather expectantly, that darling archeologist that I so love, says quite loud and firmly..."I am."
Now, I don't know if this is true, but I swear I think I heard a gasp out of Jack. I know Mitchell sort of mumbled some kind of 'huh?' and took a step forward before taking two steps back. Carolyn opened her mouth and just stood there. And Sam snorted, very unladylike.
And so everyone ended up staying and talking, me on Daniel's lap most of the time, him smiling very happily. And as the sun rose, Daniel pulled the chain from around my neck, removed the ring and slipped it on my finger right there in front of everyone!
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I am writing very small and in the margins as there are no more pages and I needed to jot this down here. I know it's been a month...but this must be written here with this lovely new neon pink pen. Then I will lock you away in a safe place, along with this tiara, and these pretty flowers.
My Daniel and I were married an hour ago.
~End – All the Diary pages are full.