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Happy Happy Fun World: Land of the Pharaohs
Land of the Pharaohs, where it's Ancient Egypt all year round. "Experience the authenticity of Ancient Egypt, in the present!"
How about Anubis, the god of fertility and harvest? Seth, the goddess of love?
Or if someone took what they thought it looked like from storybooks and every incorrect paper ever and jammed them into an unholy theme park. You can ride the sarcophagus down through a river ride (watch out for the fake alligators). watch performers juggle canopic jars, or go through the haunted pyramid (made of fake gold): watch out for traps and mummies! There's also camels, lots of camels. Watch out. They spit.
That's just the tip of the iceberg. It only goes downhill from here.
How about Anubis, the god of fertility and harvest? Seth, the goddess of love?
Or if someone took what they thought it looked like from storybooks and every incorrect paper ever and jammed them into an unholy theme park. You can ride the sarcophagus down through a river ride (watch out for the fake alligators). watch performers juggle canopic jars, or go through the haunted pyramid (made of fake gold): watch out for traps and mummies! There's also camels, lots of camels. Watch out. They spit.
That's just the tip of the iceberg. It only goes downhill from here.
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She walked quickly enough so that by the time he'd catch up with her she'd have a grip on it... just. Cautiously she glanced at Daniel sideways when he was almost caught up and tagging her shoulder. She used to find this so much easier before her time at the SGC, she could brush it off because nobody cared. There was nobody interested beyond wanting to blame her for it, so it was easy to shrug and deny all responsibility. But now she did have to hide it, because if she gave in to it, it would ruin her. She'd lived with this long enough to know that wallowing did no good and despite his best intentions he could never understand, not fully. She was the one who had to live with the fact that she'd not been able to stop any of it.
"On the bright side, I can heal your ribs at least," she said with an eyeroll. Vala's tongue slipped into her cheek and she gave him a curt abrasive mockery of a smile.
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Finally, Daniel caught up with her. He expected a lot of things, none of which was Vala turning on him as if they'd shared a private joke. It was like she ran hot or cold, and it left Daniel floundering.
"I don't care about my ribs," Daniel sputtered. Yes, they hurt. They were healing. It was nothing compared to what just happened. He'd just found out she'd been a Goa'uld host, and obviously the experience had been traumatic for her. It would for anyone. "I think we should talk."
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Because that was the core of it for Vala, deep down she hated herself for it despite knowing it was out of her hands. But there was always a choice and if she'd just fought that much harder, done something sooner... "Seven years. Seven years, Daniel. I hardly think I can cover seven years over a cup of coffee."
Daniel didn't know anything about her, he didn't know how hard she'd worked to change, he knew nothing about how she'd risked her life to stop the Supergate, how she'd thrown herself in front of an Ori staff blast for him. He had no reason to forgive her. That stupid statue had blown it for her before she'd had chance to make him like her. What was the point of even trying?
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Maybe he'd reacted strongly to the mummy and the scam, but he didn't hate her. He didn't even know what he thought of her. Conflicted, and that was before the Quetesh statue. He didn't hate a lot of people. It wasn't that he was some saint. Daniel was anything but. There was room for hatred in his life, but most of it was reserved for one Goa'uld in particular.
Vala didn't seem like the spilling-her-guts type, so maybe she'd always kept it bottled inside. Not that it was his business, he was a stranger, and she certainly was within her rights to tell him to go to hell, but maybe she did need someone to lean on. "None of it was your fault. I just thought..." the sentence trailed off awkwardly. What did he even want? He wanted to help her, and at least, he thought it started with talking, with human support. Someone was willing to listen and not judge her. He just didn't know if he was doing it right. "I just thought it might help to talk to someone."
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Why was she even comparing it to then? This was completely different. "It's easier to not talk about it, Daniel," she replied ruefully with a small grateful smile.
"At least not now anyway." She smiled again, forcing a refreshed brightness through in her voice. She didn't know if she'd ever be ready to dredge it all up, because that meant she risked some of the suppressed memories coming back, and she knew they were there. Athena had proven that much, only very recently in fact. She didn't think she'd ever be ready for those.
(and on the way to Indulgence Cove?)
Then apparently he must've dozed off on the beers. Daniel woke up at one point in morning, tucked away in the guest room like a kid tired out from a road trip... which was a little more embarrassing than he'd have liked.
What it came down to was it helped, more than Jack would ever know. If she wanted to talk, Daniel was there. Vala hadn't completely blown him off, just essentially said 'not yet'. "The offer's out there whenever you're ready. At least give it a chance." Daniel said. "Just...don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything to deserve what happened to you."