what the darkness hears
Doctor Carolyn Lam was not exactly thinking about the weather when she packed up her laptop in its backpack, refilled her thermos with hot, fresh coffee, bundled up in her warm fur coat and headed out the compound door that night. She wasn't thinking about the late hour, or really even getting back to her hut.
She was thinking about how her Tretonin synthesis had failed again. The formula fell apart every time she even came close to getting the right formula down. She felt as if the Island were mocking for getting as close as she did. It was horribly distressing to come so close to success only to have something go inexplicably wrong each time. Lam trudged along, too busy thinking to realize she wasn't in the right place.
She was going to have to tell Teal'c she'd failed. She could see the perfect recreation of the damn thin in her head and yet when she translated it...nothing worked. Frustrated, she glanced up and into darkness, shook her head and sat despite the fact that she was already half frozen and getting colder by the second. She drew an icy breath that ached in her lungs and the muscle in her jaw twitched as she struggled to hold back stupid, ineffective tears. She'd been at this for more than a week, long enough to have the answer -- the definitive and right one. Long enough to have that damn Tretonin made.
She put her face into her gloved hands.
God. What if Teal'c died because she couldn't find the answer?
[OOC: Find one distraught Doctor Carolyn Lam further north from New Atlantis that she ought to be, and off the path, late night Tues to the wee hours of Wednesday. SL/LT, don't matter to me.]
She was thinking about how her Tretonin synthesis had failed again. The formula fell apart every time she even came close to getting the right formula down. She felt as if the Island were mocking for getting as close as she did. It was horribly distressing to come so close to success only to have something go inexplicably wrong each time. Lam trudged along, too busy thinking to realize she wasn't in the right place.
She was going to have to tell Teal'c she'd failed. She could see the perfect recreation of the damn thin in her head and yet when she translated it...nothing worked. Frustrated, she glanced up and into darkness, shook her head and sat despite the fact that she was already half frozen and getting colder by the second. She drew an icy breath that ached in her lungs and the muscle in her jaw twitched as she struggled to hold back stupid, ineffective tears. She'd been at this for more than a week, long enough to have the answer -- the definitive and right one. Long enough to have that damn Tretonin made.
She put her face into her gloved hands.
God. What if Teal'c died because she couldn't find the answer?
[OOC: Find one distraught Doctor Carolyn Lam further north from New Atlantis that she ought to be, and off the path, late night Tues to the wee hours of Wednesday. SL/LT, don't matter to me.]