The Funeral of Hearts

by dciphoenix

Vala is pronounced dead after going back to her home planet, years after her days as a host. But when Daniel receives some news and has a visit from a ghost from his past, having resigned from the SCG has to go back to what he does best. But he knew one thing for sure and it was that it always seemed to rain at funerals and Daniel Jackson knew this all too well. Is she truly dead?

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Funeral of Hearts

Romance and Adventure

Rated M

English

Daniel & Vala

Chapter Three

The pain never truly went away, it only dulled at the edges of her mind as it tried to clutch at the dwindling hope.

Back home, Cam would fight for her. Samantha would open the damn 'gate herself to rescue her fellow SG-1 female with only weapons and the weapon behind her eyes for help. Teal'c, he would probably be the only one seeing the slight glimmer of hope, invisible to the humans at the SGC. Daniel... Daniel, he would die for...

Vala sniffled, screwing her eyes up tight, salt tears escaping into the scratches on her face.

The cuffs that encased her wrist, the entire width of her wrist, from thumb to elbow stung as they dug within her flesh, the blood inside oozing out of the cuts the bastardized Goauld tech had made in her flesh. The blood ran and dried as her wounds burnt like little fires. Her arms, fastened to the stone bed, stained with blood, most of it hers, some not. The cuffs and the subsequent chains they were latched onto lashed her to the bed she lay on. Arms fastened down by her sides, near her hips and her mouth gagged by a filthy rag.

Days and weeks past without any food. Muscle definition long since gone. Probably gone to the same place as her weight, having only been fed dirty water. Her mind coming to the possibly of it poisoned. But each day they forced it down her throat.

No use torturing a prisoner who was inches from suicide.

Digging her teeth into her lower lip, for the umpteenth time since the day she was captured, Vala Mal Doran tried to free herself. Pulling at the chains that were her reaper.

Each attempt as futile as the last.

Cruelty was such an ugly trait to have.

Daniel Jackson promised her he would be there for her no matter what. Though this time no-one caught her when she fell this time around.

And she fell. Hard.

That day, Vala Mal Doran lost all hope of being rescued.