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Elizabeth gets home at around two in the morning, letting herself into the apartment as quietly as possible to avoid rousing either the dog or the children, and manages one of these. Hamlet's missed his mistress, and she keeps finding him bumping into her knees when she goes to turn around. She keeps thinking my city my palanquin my gods my life and none of it is true.
Or it was, but it isn't any more. She's not sure she understands exactly what happened, only that maybe the relaxation of literally forgetting her worries for a week isn't quite worth suddenly having a third lifetime's worth of memories in her head.
Most people only have the one. Most people didn't spend the better part of a year in a psychiatric hospital. Most people don't have a constant companion who exists only in their mind and most people don't brush up on their Greek by briefly becoming the queen of Atlantis. Most people don't think Atlantis exists. She knows they're right, and also that they're wrong, and she really needs this headache to be gone by Monday. She hopes the school will accept 'family emergency' and not pry too closely, but she's trying to think of something nonspecific and hard to disprove to say in case that doesn't work.
Really, the nexus never considers that she has a life to lead, that children need to be in schools and how the hell do you explain to a dog what just happened to him? (That one she's already given up on. He doesn't seem bothered.)
She makes tea when Hamlet finally lets her have a few feet of personal space and catches up briefly with one of her favourite annoyances (Close enough to a vacation for you, Grif?) while she winds down.
Getting in touch with Nathan's been on her list of things-to-do since she curled her fingers around the edge of the palanquin and thought this isn't right, and finally at about three am she winds down far enough to do it. She doesn't expect him to answer and isn't surprised when he doesn't, leaving a message.
"Hello, you." Exhale. "I think I'm my own alternate now. Call me, when you get this."
There's not really anything else to say.
Patient Name: Elizabeth Weir
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis (AU)
Word Count: 373
Patient's Partner: Nathan Scaevola (X-Men movieverse)