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STARGATE FANFIC: "New Life in New Dakara" 1/1 Daniel/Vala, rated PG/Kids
TITLE: New Life in New Dakara 1/1
AUTHOR:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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BETA-READERS:shakespherical, magnavox_23
RATING: PG/Kids
WARNING: so sugary, will cause instant tooth decay
CATEGORY: fluff, babyfic
WORD COUNT: 388
CHARACTERS: Vala Mal Doran, Daniel Jackson
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: post-Continuum
ALTERNATE ARCHIVE: at AO3
SUMMARY/PREMISE: That feeling you get when you wake up thinking someone you love is gone, but it was just a bad dream. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
daniel_vala 2012 Month of Love.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm really wrecked over what happened to Dakara in 10x7 Counterstrike, so I wanna see it rebuilt. (There's also a mediocre illustrative photo manip from a much better screengrab snurched from the MS Screen Cap Site bydankriss. The inspiration for the vignette came from an article about co-sleeping & bed-sharing.)
Her arms are empty when she wakes in a room bathed with the silvery twilight of early evening, or perhaps early morning. She can't tell, and knows only that her breasts ache with the urge to feed an infant gone missing. This familiar nightmare fades as she hears the slow, deep breaths of the man beside her.
When she rolls over she sees him lying flat on his back, their two-month old son huddled on his father's chest, riding the swell of Daniel's ribcage with each inhalation. A hand rests lightly on the baby's back, keeping a semi-conscious vigil of warmth, comfort and protection. Vala smiles at how naturally he eased into fatherhood after nine months of spoken and unspoken fretfulness.
Overhearing him tell Jack "I'm scared" had one day changed to telling him "I can't wait". And now they share a higher purpose unique to the both of them, as important as saving galaxies, as intimate as the ecstasy that created new life.
She'd exhausted her last reserves of energy re-settling war refugees from Tegalus who'd been relocated to this New Dakara village, the extra weight of the baby strapped to her back. She suddenly recalls the homeless family sleeping in the next room of their cottage, remembers what she'd said to Daniel: "My mother used to say it's bad luck to sleep with a baby if one is dead tired, sick, or drunk, so here you go, darling." The squirming bundle had just been nursed and in need of burping, and she hadn't cared if the kid spat up all over Pappa; she was effectively asleep before falling onto the pallet.
Gazing all the while at how similar their faces are in sleep, she refrains from removing her son from his perch. He has her nose, his father's pout, and a fuzzy thatch of sandy blond hair not nearly as pale or golden as her mother's had been. Daniel's unshaven scruff doesn't seem to bother the little one tucked under his chin. It's all she can do to resist covering both their faces in kisses. Instead, she scoots into Daniel's side, snuggling into the warmth. He shifts, half-asleep, still balancing the baby on his chest, and wraps an arm around her with the instinctive ease of a man more than content to be a husband again.
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AUTHOR:
campylobacterBETA-READERS:
shakespherical, magnavox_23RATING: PG/Kids
WARNING: so sugary, will cause instant tooth decay
CATEGORY: fluff, babyfic
WORD COUNT: 388
CHARACTERS: Vala Mal Doran, Daniel Jackson
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: post-Continuum
ALTERNATE ARCHIVE: at AO3
SUMMARY/PREMISE: That feeling you get when you wake up thinking someone you love is gone, but it was just a bad dream. Written for the
daniel_vala 2012 Month of Love.AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm really wrecked over what happened to Dakara in 10x7 Counterstrike, so I wanna see it rebuilt. (There's also a mediocre illustrative photo manip from a much better screengrab snurched from the MS Screen Cap Site by
dankriss. The inspiration for the vignette came from an article about co-sleeping & bed-sharing.)Her arms are empty when she wakes in a room bathed with the silvery twilight of early evening, or perhaps early morning. She can't tell, and knows only that her breasts ache with the urge to feed an infant gone missing. This familiar nightmare fades as she hears the slow, deep breaths of the man beside her.
When she rolls over she sees him lying flat on his back, their two-month old son huddled on his father's chest, riding the swell of Daniel's ribcage with each inhalation. A hand rests lightly on the baby's back, keeping a semi-conscious vigil of warmth, comfort and protection. Vala smiles at how naturally he eased into fatherhood after nine months of spoken and unspoken fretfulness.
Overhearing him tell Jack "I'm scared" had one day changed to telling him "I can't wait". And now they share a higher purpose unique to the both of them, as important as saving galaxies, as intimate as the ecstasy that created new life.
She'd exhausted her last reserves of energy re-settling war refugees from Tegalus who'd been relocated to this New Dakara village, the extra weight of the baby strapped to her back. She suddenly recalls the homeless family sleeping in the next room of their cottage, remembers what she'd said to Daniel: "My mother used to say it's bad luck to sleep with a baby if one is dead tired, sick, or drunk, so here you go, darling." The squirming bundle had just been nursed and in need of burping, and she hadn't cared if the kid spat up all over Pappa; she was effectively asleep before falling onto the pallet.
Gazing all the while at how similar their faces are in sleep, she refrains from removing her son from his perch. He has her nose, his father's pout, and a fuzzy thatch of sandy blond hair not nearly as pale or golden as her mother's had been. Daniel's unshaven scruff doesn't seem to bother the little one tucked under his chin. It's all she can do to resist covering both their faces in kisses. Instead, she scoots into Daniel's side, snuggling into the warmth. He shifts, half-asleep, still balancing the baby on his chest, and wraps an arm around her with the instinctive ease of a man more than content to be a husband again.
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Oh so cute! big lump in throat and the manip is brilliant!
Kriss :)
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I had such problems previewing & posting this last night, so please forgive me for not immediately crediting your site as one of the photo sources.
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That is ok...hugs
Kriss :)
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PS. I just noticed your music...was you listening to the soundtrack of Oh Brother...?
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PS: YES I was listening to that very soundtrack, although just that song for this story. (I picture Musetta Vander on that river rock, too, and think of Shau'nac.)
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Hope you ripped it to iTunes Library before it died.
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O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack
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The story was inspired by a Tweet to a link to a co-sleeping article (http://neuroanthropology.net/2008/12/21/cosleeping-and-biological-imperatives-why-human-babies-do-not-and-should-not-sleep-alone/), and it just BEGGED to be fandomized in babyfic.
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I love fics like this...I think even more than the naughty ones. These ones give me warm feelings...and today, really in need of the warm fuzzies!
This was excellent. Short and perfect and... *happy sigh*
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Hope your day's getting better & that there's enough warm fuzzies along the way to see you through it.
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My heart breaks every time in Crusade when Vala begs to hold the newborn taken away from her forever.
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I feel Vala deserves a better husband than Tomin was, and Daniel deserves a happy family ending after seeing loved ones destroyed by what his enemies did.
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I think I like this line best:
"...wraps an arm around her with the instinctive ease of a man more than content to be a husband again."
It's what he's been trying to recover all along.
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Yes, it's nice to paint a picture where Daniel realizes that personal happiness doesn't have to get in the way of saving the galaxy. :D
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Aww, shucks... my muse just looked over my shoulder and smiled! (maybe she'll make a comeback) XX
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And please do feel free to have that muse help you manip a better image of Daniel/Vala or Jack/Daniel baby squee than I did! Or even write babyfic, because there's really never enough.
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1) Squeeing sweetness
2) In contrast to what you normally tend to right, which is generally anything but innocent, this resonates with a genuine innocence that makes me want to go run and hug Logan AND Ismael. :)
3) The momentary reminder of the heartache of Adria is spot on.
4) Daniel + Baby is always a win.
5) That final line is perfection. Both of them found exactly what they were looking for. A second chance at happiness.
Thank you for this! :)
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(As for my usual pornish tendencies... I'm pretty sure my parents Did It while I was sharing their bed as an infant, because growing up, I was always somehow certain that adults enjoyed physical intimacy in the nude. :D )
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And you brought back Dakara, thank you for that :)
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KILLING every. living. thing. on an entire planet is beyond tragic. (But a good setting for a terraforming story...) Plus, war refugees from the episodes 'Icon' & 'Ethon' need a place to resettle.