Elizabeth leaned back in her chair as her computer booted. The meeting would be starting in a few minutes. Halling and Charin were already there, waiting for the others. She could hear Rodney and Radek sniping at each other down in the gate room, working until the last minute trying to get the gate back online so they could recall their offworld
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He stood, too tired to bother stretching. He grabbed a coffee mug, and slipped another pill into his mouth, washing it down with a mouthful of cold, bitter caffeine.
Time to get to the meeting.
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She nodded to Dr. Weir as she took her seat and tried to smile at Halling and Charin. Hopefully, the smile didn't look as strained as it felt, like her face would break from the effort.
There was so much that needed to be done, she almost felt lazy sitting here. But there was a need to plan and communicate. She needed information to do her job more effectively and they needed to know the limits of her resources to accomplish that. Ruiz just had to hope she didn't fall asleep where she sat.
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He slipped into the room, feeling out of place in his scrubs and slippers-- nothing he owned fit anymore-- and levered himself into the seat next to Ruiz.
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Lt. Miller came in and, after looking at Jackson curiously, settled on Ruiz's other side. They put their heads together briefly, the NCO no doubt updating the officer.
Now if only the science faction would arrive, they could get started. She knew Rodney and Radek were working on the Gate and hoped that the reason they were running late was that they were close to fixing it.
With a sigh, she went back to her computer while she waited.
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Biro looked up then and he had to quickly marshall his emotions, control his breathing, and calmly make his way to his usual seat, nodding at Elizabeth.
He slouched down, feeling a twinge in his back that had never been there before. He'd finally gotten a good, long look at himself-- the silver at his temples and scattered throughout the rest of his hair, the deepened lines on his face. He was lucky, he knew. No, not luck. Markham had died saving him. He could never forget that.
Still, he felt like a stranger in his body now. It was going to take some getting used to-- just like the absence of people at this table, the presence of others.
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