janedavitt

A sudden impulse drabble.


Milk and Cookies

"So he doesn't exist."

Daniel debated giving a lecture on the intangibles of the Christmas spirit as exemplified by crass commercialism and greed sweetened for some by a genuine joy in giving, followed by a summary of the legends surrounding the myth (surprisingly bloody) and sighed.

"No."

"Well, it's a jolly good idea," Vala said approvingly. "Probably dreamed up by an imaginative thief. Tonight's just full of opportunities to scavenge without risk. And red's always been my colour." She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling. "You carry the sack, I'll deal with the locks, and we'll split the cookies. Deal?"

ETA: go down thread for green_grrl's brilliant thank you letter from Vala, written at Daniel's insistence. ::snickers::

I saw my first Vala episode last night (Prometheus Unbound) and watched 9.1 this morning. Okay, I like her with Daniel a lot for all the lovely snark and spark and the way Daniel has fun and relaxes around her in a wound-up, infuriated way. And I can't be the only one getting deja-vu with liking Wesley with Faith and Lilah despite preferring to slash him usually. I'm watching S9 because it occurred to me that now I'm fairly up on what's happened, I might as well catch up so I can discuss current episodes and not feel all left out :;quivers lip::.


Anyway, this is a not-serious, 500 word Daniel/Vala ficlet set at the start of S9, no spoilers.

( Consider the Ostrich )