A/N: Did you notice the change in rating?
The Funeral of Hearts
Romance and Adventure
Rated M
English
Daniel & Vala
Chapter Five
"Vala!" Daniel rushed over to the stone bed and his unconscious friend lashed onto it. He frantically took off the heavy, metal armour off of his body to get to her. Taking her pulse and temperature, Daniel eventually gently patted her cheek with the back of his hand. He was about to give up searching for any signs of life within her corpse like body but turned back, saw her eyes slowly open and felt her grab softly at his wrist with trembling fingers.
"Get me... the hell out of here." She rasped, throat dry before slipping back into a dreamless sleep, head lolling on the stone and sorry excuse of a pillow. Her freezing cold hand dropped from his leaving him speechless.
"My thoughts exactly. We'll go to anywhere you want...we'll just pack and go to that paradise planet you've been yammering on about, yeah?" Daniel mutters to Vala, whilst wiping the grime off her body with his hands. She hadn't stirred, not once since he had infiltrated the Goa'uld stronghold. Loosing any ounce of care fast, Daniel ripped the cuffs from her body and mopped up her weeping sores with the tattered garb once he had torn it from her. The stained, white dress reeked with her blood, dirt and impurity from her battered body.
"Once I get you out of this god forsaken place, that is." He dragged her through the solemn corridors, the dark brick walls fogged with her breath. At least something inside her was still alive. Something, anything. He propped her body up against one of the open main doors, as he wrestled with her wounds as well as signalling to their get a away driver whom was outside. He was one of Vala's old friends who had been related to her fiancée – or something along those lines anyway; he hadn't hung around long to ask questions. It was after a mere shake of hands and a nonchalant ride into Goa'uld occupied territory had Daniel hunted down those responsible. A month passes since that day.
"Hey Vala?" Daniel asked, playing the Prince Charming in her twisted little fairy tale that her life had woven. Walking into the room, Daniel touches his hand to her cold cheek and brushed away her mattered hair. After staying overnight at the village he had met his source and paid him in gold; who had unsurprisingly chosen to stay anonymous after the act.
He had taken his horse and hay filled cart and infiltrated the small village without another seconds thought. "We'd be a sweet disaster, wouldn't we?" He spoke to Vala, still sleeping, still unmoving. Daniel surveyed the villager's home – just a usual bungalow type accommodation with a burning fireplace and bedroom out the back. He had passed a fresh water spring back in the village and saw an estranged family using a well of some sort and after all that time, she still hadn't woken. Still hadn't thanked him for rescuing her from her little bubble of living hell. Daniel peels back the soft, cotton blanket from her, slipping in beside her into the narrow bed then wrapping his hands around her. Feeling just how thin she had gotten over the weeks, pulling her into him in a simple gesture of protection but equally offering her his warmth to stay alive. Soon after, he fell asleep, though didn't dream contentedly.