Aug 19, 2008 23:33
Circumstances may be wildly different here, but Elizabeth finds herself closing her eyes and sending up a prayer to St. Anthony as she had five years before, still groping for control and balance in a world gone mad.
Let them come back safely.
This isn’t one escapade, never repeated, and the toll is starting to wear on her. But she doesn’t say anything when he finally returns, and she never knows if he can tell the price she’s paying.
stargate atlantis,
drabble,
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