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Title: What Gets Us Through
Fandom: Stargate SG1/ Atlantis
Pairing: Carter/ Fraiser
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own the show, nor the ladies, if I did this would be an episode not a story
Author’s note: This is what I’m doing on a Wednesday evening instead of uni work... please don’t judge me, I just got a keyboard I can actually type on. Judging of the fic is much appreciated though. I thrive on comments, so let me know what you think: good or bad. If you like, I can continue... Up to you though.
Also, unbeta’d, apologies but I couldn’t wait.
Woosh of the last door closing behind me. My facade drops. I am finally alone. I lay the tablet on the desk. Loosen the hair band to let golden locks cascade across my shoulders. I miss it being short. But she loved my short hair, always tousled. I had to grow it.
Small things trigger memories. Sweet, bitter memories, distorted with time. So little time on my hands, yet so much of it has passed.
I unzip the now binding jump suit and wander to the bed in fatigues. Sitting down above the covers, I run my hand over the photo beside it. My ritual on the rare occasion I reach my quarters. Smiling. Happy. A better time.
Shaking thoughts from my head, I grab the laptop. There is no reprise there either. Left open on the screen is an email. An old, much read email. One that has travelled around the universe almost as much as I. One of the few links I allow myself to the past. One of few, but still too many some days. I try to delete it. But as always I cannot bring myself to hit that button.
One email. A few of bytes of memory, ten words quickly typed in a hurry between patients. The most important thing that this, or any computer has ever held. Or it is to me.
I love you, stay safe, come back to me soon.
J xx
Ten words that I carry with me everywhere. Words that I yearn to read almost every night before I fall asleep. Words that haunt me. Ironic. I have seen horrors, good men die, worlds destroyed. It is words that cause me to wake screaming in the middle of the night, sweat dripping.
Laying down I let memories drift over my mind. Always worrying about the future. The past sedates me. Her hair, her eyes. A smile, hidden look. Soft words, softer skin. Stolen moments. Stolen then, stolen from us now.
Mind wanders. Moment we met. First kiss. Last fight. Last night. Wonder where we’d be now.
Eyes so heavy. Exhausted. I turn to face the picture beside my bed. Drift to sleep with the image of her in my mind. The memory of her. All I have. All that gets me through.
Fandom: Stargate SG1/ Atlantis
Pairing: Carter/ Fraiser
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own the show, nor the ladies, if I did this would be an episode not a story
Author’s note: This is what I’m doing on a Wednesday evening instead of uni work... please don’t judge me, I just got a keyboard I can actually type on. Judging of the fic is much appreciated though. I thrive on comments, so let me know what you think: good or bad. If you like, I can continue... Up to you though.
Also, unbeta’d, apologies but I couldn’t wait.
Woosh of the last door closing behind me. My facade drops. I am finally alone. I lay the tablet on the desk. Loosen the hair band to let golden locks cascade across my shoulders. I miss it being short. But she loved my short hair, always tousled. I had to grow it.
Small things trigger memories. Sweet, bitter memories, distorted with time. So little time on my hands, yet so much of it has passed.
I unzip the now binding jump suit and wander to the bed in fatigues. Sitting down above the covers, I run my hand over the photo beside it. My ritual on the rare occasion I reach my quarters. Smiling. Happy. A better time.
Shaking thoughts from my head, I grab the laptop. There is no reprise there either. Left open on the screen is an email. An old, much read email. One that has travelled around the universe almost as much as I. One of the few links I allow myself to the past. One of few, but still too many some days. I try to delete it. But as always I cannot bring myself to hit that button.
One email. A few of bytes of memory, ten words quickly typed in a hurry between patients. The most important thing that this, or any computer has ever held. Or it is to me.
I love you, stay safe, come back to me soon.
J xx
Ten words that I carry with me everywhere. Words that I yearn to read almost every night before I fall asleep. Words that haunt me. Ironic. I have seen horrors, good men die, worlds destroyed. It is words that cause me to wake screaming in the middle of the night, sweat dripping.
Laying down I let memories drift over my mind. Always worrying about the future. The past sedates me. Her hair, her eyes. A smile, hidden look. Soft words, softer skin. Stolen moments. Stolen then, stolen from us now.
Mind wanders. Moment we met. First kiss. Last fight. Last night. Wonder where we’d be now.
Eyes so heavy. Exhausted. I turn to face the picture beside my bed. Drift to sleep with the image of her in my mind. The memory of her. All I have. All that gets me through.