Thank you to those readers who have stayed this from the beginning, it means a lot to me. I'm hoping to be done with by the end of this year and for it to end on a nice, round number. So, I'm hoping for at least chapter '10'. Please read and review. Much love!
The Funeral of Hearts
Romance and Adventure
Rated M
English
Daniel & Vala
Chapter Seven
Inhaling the dust in the hidden broom closet, wide eyed, Vala Mal Doran felt each and every inhale and exhale of breath inside her body. Choosing to breathe through her open mouth as if they would be able to detect any other sort. Regardless of the fact she looked moronic and like a little startled bunny rabbit caught in the proverbial headlights... Anyway, Daniel told her to be quiet, so quiet she remained.
It was with a press of his hand to her mouth and a whisper in her ear when he told her to stay put. Daniel then went out to investigate if and how the Jaffa guards had given up their search of the village. Probably searching for her. Or 'them', as she knew it was far too difficult to break out of the Goauld stronghold alone. Daniel had creaked open the door, but only a few short inches. Too much would bunch up the material covering the door as some sort of tapestry to keep people out.
She watched as Daniel, carefully tip toed around the windows and the still covered window panes. He held his breath and as she watched, Vala held hers. Pressing her own thin fingertips to her lips as he peeked into the space beyond and visabily deflated as he beckoned her over with an enthusiastic gesture.
"Coast is clear. They're gone." He moved the curtain once again to be sure then moved about the room unaided by the shadows. "But that being said, I don't think it's safe to stay here any more."
"You never know, someone may have tipped them off as to out whereabouts or they could have even seen out escape-" Vala carefully squeezed out of the door and into the spacious room beyond. Moving onto the bed and pulling the bedsheets around herself. She suddenly found herself wishing she still had the fluffy giraffe toy Daniel had bought her a few years previous when she had first started suffering from nightmares. It was beige and heavy and reminded her of home.
"Vala? Hey, we'll leave after tonight." He reached where she was kneeling, arms wrapped around her frame and the fuzzy thermal blanket she had snatched up from the bed. It, too made her more paler in the light and the sheet hung off her like an oversized poncho, but nevertheless, she looked as adorable as she did in his nightmare about her. "I had a dream about you, you know?" He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, backs of hands close but not quite touching.
"Really?" She woefully looked at him, big eyes and crooked smile.
"Yup, I think it was my subconscious telling me not to give up. And I didn't. Not for one minute, even though the rest of the team had. They didn't want to admit it but I could tell. It was at your funeral when everyone apart from Hank was there, Walter and Siler were though." He raised an eyebrow to potentially prove a point." Everyone wanted me to. But I knew deep down there was still that chance that you were still out there. Somewhere."
Daniel looked up from the ground to see her frowning, looking over to where Daniel had seen the Jaffa leave. The small town and village had changed all too much and she barely recognised it as her once home world. Even if they would have been made to run for it, had they been spotted, Vala doubted she would even know where to go. Right now, her life for once in years was in the hands of another. "I'm glad you're here."