Dear Diary

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Vala gets an old fashion diary. Daniel/Vala. Silly Fluff. Rated T.

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CHAPTER ONE

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I read on the internet that young women used to write, Dear Diary, and the date. Well, I'm going to skip that because in essence I'm just writing to me and I'm just going to say, er, write: Hello Vala!

As you know Dear Diary, or we know, Daniel gave me this lovely leather bound diary as a gift, for no apparent reason. He just dropped it on my desk this morning and mumbled something about 'got this for you'.

Love is really strange. Really it is. I've been in love with Daniel for years. And no matter what you might think, I know he loves me too. He said so. I'll tell you/me about it later, since this has a key so no one can open it - it should be private. Oddly enough, I could pop that lock right off. And why don't people keep things like this under a password in the computer. Actually I asked him that and he rambled on about the traditions of writing. So here I am. Anyway, as I was saying...or writing... he loves me.

Don't scoff. He does. He's different. Odd. Quirky. Strange. Okay, he's just a complete basket case! And don't you think that term...basket case...is a bit weird? But it's what they say here on Earth.

Earth, now that's strange. I mean me being here. Still. Settled and normal and crazy in love with Daniel. I don't suppose it hurts to write that I'm not actually from Earth, because if someone did read this they wouldn't believe that I'm not from Earth.

No one knows. About us. Though I suspect Samantha has her suspicions and Daniel says that Mitchell is dropping hints all the time.

We have to keep it to ourselves. Do you have any idea what it's like to be wanting to...well, you know...be with the one you love in a...physical way...and you are constantly surrounded by people who can't know that you are lovers? Well let me tell you. It's very difficult. Especially for me. Not him. Don't get the wrong idea. Daniel is a fantastic lover. Strong. Oh my god... he's a woman's dream in bed. He loves to... oh, sorry, I shouldn't go there even if this diary does have a key...even my friend Carolyn Lam could pick this lock.

Speaking of Caro... well, she's the last person who can know, because she will blab it to Mitchell! Who do they think they're kidding? Everybody knows they're a couple.

Uh oh...does that mean everybody knows about me and Daniel? Probably not. No worries. We still fight all the time, but the making up...that is when we can get away...is fantastic. Just last week, gods has it been a whole week...anyway, we went to a conference... little does SGC know! We had a love fest conference!

I should tell you, my little diary, about the first time, and the second and all the others. Hmm? Maybe not since if this ever got found and put on the internet... well, we all remember the Paris Hilton debacle!

He was so sweet that first time. I can tell you that. Sweet and sexy and very naughty...I never anticipated that! And he's actually very funny! Who knew I could actually have spectacular sex and half the time be laughing. Sometimes, he's like a standup comic, except he's lying down...well not all the time lying down, there's always the – oh never mind, I'll be all hot and bothered if I recount those!

Look, Diary, I filled up an entire page, well on to page two.

So back to the first time. The 'diary' version. It's been a while. Let me see, I think it was day five (yes, remember...it was daytime...surprise, surprise!), anyway, day five after I returned from Ba'al's extraction. Wow, has it been that long?

We were going for lunch alone, as everyone else had taken some much needed time off. And, Diary, you know how our Daniel is, he had lots of work to do – no play time for Dr. Daniel Jackson. Or at least I thought that then.

Really, Diary, do you think people know? Like we all know about Cam and Carolyn? And of course everyone in the known universe knew about Jack and Sam. I may need to speak to my darling Daniel about that. But not right now. He's crabby today, because he can't quite figure out a certain text. I'll wander down there later and help him. Maybe suggest we go out to dinner. And not come back until tomorrow.

I just have to figure out some way to get him to leave.

Okay, so back to the first time. It was cold but sunny. I remember it was cold and I wore furry knee boots and layers of clothes, I remember because it took forever to get out of them!

We walked downtown, near his apartment, after we ate lunch. He was quiet. Hands in his pockets and just walking along beside me like a lump. I tried to start several conversations, but got no where. Finally he asked me did I mind going up to his place (we happened to have stopped right in front of it) he said he wanted to talk to me.

Ha! Had I known then what I know now I would have paid more attention in the past when he said he wanted to 'talk' to me.

He made us coffee. Not very exciting, I know. I couldn't fathom what he wanted to talk to me about. I mean, really, if he was mad he would have been yelling. But he was very quiet.

When he sat on the couch he patted the seat right beside him and I sat down, picked up my coffee, sipped it and stared at him over the rim. I remember ever minute of that day.

Daniel took the cup from my hands and then took my hands in his...those blue eyes – I will never forget those blue eyes looking at me that way. Then he spoke... "Vala," he said very seriously, and then he stumbled over his words for a moment. You know how he is! But finally, he said it straight out.

He said, "Vala, I really missed you while you were gone."

That's not all of it, Diary, but I'm hungry. I'm going to get something to eat. Be back soon. Hugs, me.

~TBC