Conjoined

Vala couldn't stop herself from staring at her hands. The fingers were longer than she was used to, and the words flowed swiftly from the pen without any input from her. "I still can't believe this happened to me," she said out loud, and the pen halted.

"It happened to us."

"I know," she said. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

"You couldn't have known."

There was silence for a long moment. "I wish I could've given birth to my child first," Vala said at last, her voice trembling. "It's something I've always..." She stopped. "I don't even know who killed my body."

Arms wrapped around her. "I may not act like it, but I don't mind sharing with you."

"Be honest with me," she pleaded. "If you had a choice, would you do this for me?"

"In a heartbeat." There was another pause, less awkward this time. "You have been a terrific pain in the ass sometimes, but that year you spent out there changed you. You've started a whole new life, and I'm proud of you. This can't be easy for you either, but you've put up with it without complaining. I can't think of many people who could do what you've done, and I really don't mind giving you a place to live."

She smiled faintly. "Thank you, Daniel."

Mitchell poked his head around the door. "Hey Jackson, Vala! We're going for lunch. Wanna tag along?"

"Sure," they agreed. Daniel put his pen down and stood, letting Vala stretch his legs out. As they left Daniel's office, Vala mused that being stuck in his body wasn't too bad after all.