#025 Memory (Adria)
Title: Memory
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Adria
Prompt: #025 Memory
Word Count: 264
Rating: PG
Summary: She didn’t have any of the things that other children did as they grew up.
Notes: Written for fanfic50.
She didn’t have any of the things that other children did as they grew up. She didn’t have toys to play with or friends. She didn’t even have her mother to look after her. She barely had a thing and everything that she did have was not of Tau’ri origin, but rather of the Ori.
She was brought up by those who might as well have been strangers to fulfil a purpose she had no choice but to adhere to and she had been, except for the delicate care they put into raising her, completely and utterly alone. It was all she knew; yet sometimes she couldn’t help but think it wrong. No child should grow up without first knowing his or her mother.
The mere prospect of family was just as alien to her as her life alone would be to anyone else. At times, she had passing thoughts on what her life would have been like had she taken the other path and denied the Ori their wishes of her to instead live with her mother.
Sometimes, now, with Vala creeping back into her life, she felt a small twinge of…something. She couldn’t put her finger on what exactly it was, but there was a feeling deep inside that latched onto her heart and squeezed, as if trying to suck her soul from her body.
They shared no memories of a life together, and yet she wanted to feel a connection. She wanted to know a mothers’ love. She knew she’d never truly know that feeling for as long as she lived.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Adria
Prompt: #025 Memory
Word Count: 264
Rating: PG
Summary: She didn’t have any of the things that other children did as they grew up.
Notes: Written for fanfic50.
She didn’t have any of the things that other children did as they grew up. She didn’t have toys to play with or friends. She didn’t even have her mother to look after her. She barely had a thing and everything that she did have was not of Tau’ri origin, but rather of the Ori.
She was brought up by those who might as well have been strangers to fulfil a purpose she had no choice but to adhere to and she had been, except for the delicate care they put into raising her, completely and utterly alone. It was all she knew; yet sometimes she couldn’t help but think it wrong. No child should grow up without first knowing his or her mother.
The mere prospect of family was just as alien to her as her life alone would be to anyone else. At times, she had passing thoughts on what her life would have been like had she taken the other path and denied the Ori their wishes of her to instead live with her mother.
Sometimes, now, with Vala creeping back into her life, she felt a small twinge of…something. She couldn’t put her finger on what exactly it was, but there was a feeling deep inside that latched onto her heart and squeezed, as if trying to suck her soul from her body.
They shared no memories of a life together, and yet she wanted to feel a connection. She wanted to know a mothers’ love. She knew she’d never truly know that feeling for as long as she lived.