Numbers by Thalion-pip (G)
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Rec Category: Vala Mal Doran
Character: Vala, Daniel/Vala
Category: angst, AU
Warning: Adult, established D/V, DV UST
Author on LJ:
thalion_pip
Link: http://thalion-pip.livejournal.com/5341.html
Why This Must Be Read:
thalion_pip brings us 4 ficlets that range from established D/V to D/V UST where we get to see how strong Vala is at her core and how she deals with everything that has happened to her.
That voice rose in her memory, in desperate supplication that the mob would let her go. The sound of his voice called her liar every time she convinced herself she loved Tomin. She would feel the child swell in her stomach, believing she would never see her galaxy again. It wasn’t that bad here, she would tell herself, fresh air and trees were better than the starship she would find herself on. That world spoke to her, good ground for gardening, a child, domesticity, all things a woman should want. A new kind of hope was kindled with this babe. Here she was normal, with no leftover baggage from a Goa’uld, the life she had begged for all those years she’d spent trapped in her own mind.
Character: Vala, Daniel/Vala
Category: angst, AU
Warning: Adult, established D/V, DV UST
Author on LJ:
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Link: http://thalion-pip.livejournal.com/5341.html
Why This Must Be Read:
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That voice rose in her memory, in desperate supplication that the mob would let her go. The sound of his voice called her liar every time she convinced herself she loved Tomin. She would feel the child swell in her stomach, believing she would never see her galaxy again. It wasn’t that bad here, she would tell herself, fresh air and trees were better than the starship she would find herself on. That world spoke to her, good ground for gardening, a child, domesticity, all things a woman should want. A new kind of hope was kindled with this babe. Here she was normal, with no leftover baggage from a Goa’uld, the life she had begged for all those years she’d spent trapped in her own mind.