Puddles
By: sleepie_kid
CATEGORY: Angst, Romance
SEASON/SPOILERS: Season 10 “Unending”
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR’S NOTES: No idea where I’m going with this. Reviews are love.
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
http://sleepie-kid.livejournal.com/
She has always felt like she's being torn in two; having two positions to fill, two roles to play in the messy game called life. One harsh and cold, seductive, dangerous - a warrior at heart. And the other, childlike being, with ponytails, flirts and fruitcakes that taste much better when he enters the room.
Most of the time she can even see the layers in the mirror, placed upon each other like that rainbow-jello she recently learned to like. Sometimes, the layers multiply and she looses control of them, joins forces with them against the world and trembles. But she has somehow managed - held it together - for all these long years in the cold under the stars.
And then he came along. Out of nowhere, an unexpected hostage on a stolen ship, setting her universe to 'implode'. She can feel it, cooped up in that underground complex of theirs, slowly going crazy but unable to leave. Unsure if she even wants to. Would he follow? Would he even care?
She can't bring herself to test it, she simply doesn't dare.
The taste of broken dreams is far more bitter than that of the unfulfilled. So
she does nothing, until that day, on the ship stranded in time, enabling them
to run. She traces her fingers along the crossable line, and withdraws too late
for the answer to go unspoken. Would he
even try?
But he cares, she knows that now. It took them hell and high water to get there, and she isn't letting go.
* * * *
Not in a million
years, he tells her. Never. They were so wrong for each other that it wasn't
even funny. His words stop only when her tears form tiny puddles on the
bed-covers, leaving small circles of despair behind. He comes over, sitting
down on the bed. "Hey..." She asks him for a minute, a minute to try and
gather what's left of her from the quickly drying puddles. "Look at
me." His fingers run through her messy hair, turning her towards him with
the tears, and the puddles, and the despair. Letting her see that he did not
know, didn't even imagine. She falls silent as his lips burn hot against her
own. A smile spreads across his face. "You better not..."
The rest is blur.
* * * *
The corners of her mouth pull upwards as she meets her own reflection in the mirror. No more layers. She is stronger now, more whole, rising from the ashes and taking the first unsteady step into unknown land.
She doesn't know that this will be the last time she sleeps in her own bed alone. She doesn't know that in 50 years he will still be with her, holding her hand when the world falls down upon her. She doesn't know that he is waiting, hoping, loving - and that he'll do so forever, until time turns and they all forget. But she doesn't mind. Life's not too short. And as the door quietly slides open, the world seems just a little more bright.
"Daniel?"
"Vala."
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