She roams the ship at night for hours. She never needs to sleep anymore. She finds it ironic that now she has the time. The other Replicators are still nervous around her, they shift around her like they're scared. Part of her likes it, part of her is glad that there is still something that separates her so completely from them. She's not a Replicator. Yet, she hears from the back of her mind, where she lets the nanites and the cynic in her have their say. But it hasn't happened yet. The nanites in her are still inert.
She wonders if it will always be that way.
They keep her body in top shape and she mind as well. She can feel the ship around her and she thinks if this is how John, Rodney and others in Atlantis feel.
Dragging a hand across one of the window, Elizabeth looks out at the stars. They're far from Atlantis, she knows. She's made sure to keep away from the city as much as possible. She doesn't want the temptation. It's too great even now and anyway they all think she's dead. For now, it's better that way.
As she stands in front of the door to her room, her captain's quarters, she thinks with a wry smile. She can't help but think about how the others would react to the fact she has her very own ship. A step down from a space-worthy city, for sure, but still it's her ship. Hers, like Atlantis was. Elizabeth takes a deep breath because now, almost a year later, she can still feel it like a hole in her soul.
That place that used to be filled with Atlantis is empty.
She roams the ship at night for hours. She never needs to sleep anymore. She finds it ironic that now she has the time. The other Replicators are still nervous around her, they shift around her like they're scared. Part of her likes it, part of her is glad that there is still something that separates her so completely from them. She's not a Replicator. Yet, she hears from the back of her mind, where she lets the nanites and the cynic in her have their say. But it hasn't happened yet. The nanites in her are still inert.
She wonders if it will always be that way.
They keep her body in top shape and she mind as well. She can feel the ship around her and she thinks if this is how John, Rodney and others in Atlantis feel.
Dragging a hand across one of the window, Elizabeth looks out at the stars. They're far from Atlantis, she knows. She's made sure to keep away from the city as much as possible. She doesn't want the temptation. It's too great even now and anyway they all think she's dead. For now, it's better that way.
As she stands in front of the door to her room, her captain's quarters, she thinks with a wry smile. She can't help but think about how the others would react to the fact she has her very own ship. A step down from a space-worthy city, for sure, but still it's her ship. Hers, like Atlantis was. Elizabeth takes a deep breath because now, almost a year later, she can still feel it like a hole in her soul.
That place that used to be filled with Atlantis is empty.
John. Rodney. Teyla. Ronon. Radek. Carson. Chuck. Peter. Sumner. Kate. Evan. Laura. Katie.
God, she misses it. Them. All. But she has to do this. She has a plan and she needs it to be perfectly in place before she can step back to Atlantis.
Her city.
Until now, she has her ship. A purpose. She made a promise to herself and she’s planning on keeping it.
A promise to protect them.
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