"Little Things" VII
Title: Better to Have Loved And Lost
Rating: G
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Length: Drabble
Genre: Angst
Summary: If two become one, then she truly is half a person.
Author's Note: All drabbles can be read as stand-alone, or as they were intended to, as part of a series.
The Little Things I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII.
It takes time, relearning how to sleep alone.
She has all the time in the universe, now, so she isn’t bothered by that. Sometimes only the rampant growth of the tomatoes outside her kitchen window reminds her that somewhere, in the houses of her neighbors and down the quiet street, life is moving on.
It’s for their benefit that she chats and smiles and says all the right things (“Overseas? What were you doing?” “Classified, sorry.”), all the while knowing the white picket fence is meant to hold her in, rather than keep the world out. And she doesn’t mind it, so much, except that in the twilight hours of summer her heart aches and she can hear the waves of an alien ocean.
When the dark nights finally become too much, she breaks one of her unspoken rules and lets Sedge hop into the bed. It’s a pale substitute for the accustomed warmth of her lover, but she doesn’t wake up with one hand flung across empty space.
Rating: G
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Length: Drabble
Genre: Angst
Summary: If two become one, then she truly is half a person.
Author's Note: All drabbles can be read as stand-alone, or as they were intended to, as part of a series.
The Little Things I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII.
It takes time, relearning how to sleep alone.
She has all the time in the universe, now, so she isn’t bothered by that. Sometimes only the rampant growth of the tomatoes outside her kitchen window reminds her that somewhere, in the houses of her neighbors and down the quiet street, life is moving on.
It’s for their benefit that she chats and smiles and says all the right things (“Overseas? What were you doing?” “Classified, sorry.”), all the while knowing the white picket fence is meant to hold her in, rather than keep the world out. And she doesn’t mind it, so much, except that in the twilight hours of summer her heart aches and she can hear the waves of an alien ocean.
When the dark nights finally become too much, she breaks one of her unspoken rules and lets Sedge hop into the bed. It’s a pale substitute for the accustomed warmth of her lover, but she doesn’t wake up with one hand flung across empty space.