Title: I Don’t Know—sung by Celine Dion

Summary: Companion songfic to More Than A Memory. Also more spread out over time. It’s Vala’s POV while she waits for escape from the Ori.

Rating: G

Pairing: D/V, with a tiny little bit of Vala/Tomin

Genre: Angst/Romance

Word Count: 632

A/N: Read and Review, people! I’m considering continuing this series, but in a songfic fashion, so, votes on that? Enjoy :D --Fee

Vala lay in the bed Tomin had provided her with since her arrival in his house. Her heart ached, and she knew exactly why it hurt so. She missed Daniel terribly, but more than that, she’d only just realized that maybe she loved him. Possibly she hadn’t thought of this before, because she had locked her heart away for so long, facing the impossible odds that were her life. Ever since her release from captivity at the…well…from Quetesh, she’d made a promise to herself that she would never try to love or empathize with anyone again-it was just too painful. Everyone had been so cruel to her, and it was too much to give them her forgiveness at the time. But Daniel had slowly opened her up to the possibilities that there were still good people out there, and despite all his complaining she knew he liked her. But faced with this situation, Vala had to wonder how he would ever find her, if he would even look.

She had seen the devotion of the Ori soldiers, with their brutal enforcement of the Ori’s unbending will. But still she kept herself free. She didn’t want to bow to the ‘will of the Ori’ and she never would, but Vala knew that if she outright refused something or slipped up by protesting the soldiers, she’d be dead before she knew it. So right now she kept her head down, and tried to be fairly discreet in her independence.

Vala heaved a sigh and shifted slightly, the chains clanking as she moved. Night was coming, and it promised to be bitterly cold. A chill was already creeping through her, but she drew back in her mind and concentrated on other things. She’d been starting to adjust to this life here, but at the same time, Vala understood that she would never completely fit in. Her heart belonged to Daniel, and he was her home. She wished desperately that he were here, for even if he was chained up with her, he’d be enough of a support to her will that she could hang on.

Vala staggered to the doorway as Tomin marched away with the other Ori soldiers. A small part of her had grown to love him and his ways, but they could never truly love each other as long as he followed the Ori. Still, there was another, bigger reason that she wouldn’t admit. She still loved Daniel, after all this time, she still believed that he would come to rescue her one day. She just wasn’t sure what day that would be. Tomin had to stay away with the rest of the troops that were training for days at a time, and Vala would curl up in bed and cry for hours. Not for missing Tomin, but Daniel. She was disappointed in herself for thinking he would run up in shining armor one day and whisk her back to earth where they could get married and grow old together without fear of the Ori. Those long nights that she was alone, she would struggle to remember how it felt to have his arms around her, the steady beat of his heart against her ear, his wonderful voice whispering in relief that she was alive.

Unconsciously, Vala caressed her very rounded belly. It had been nine months, and she was bound to give birth soon. She walked down the halls of the Ori ship as it prepared to go through the second supergate the Ori had built. Her belief and faith that Daniel would rescue her had become nothing more than a dying flame. But as she whispered his name into the empty rooms, the flame lived on inside her. Soon, he would come.

She just didn’t know when.