The Hour of the Wolf

Mar 25, 2009 04:10

They had to move. They had to run, but they'd been running and running. She couldn't see it, not really, but she could hear it. The howl came from everywhere at once. Not behind, or to the left, but everywhere. It filled the air and she turned to grab at Daniel. He was gone. She reached for Sam...and was left with an arm. Teal'c turned ( Read more... )

dr. carolyn lam, mitchell

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sgmitchell March 25 2009, 08:21:50 UTC
The sound of the knock on the door startled Austen awake from her sleep, and turned Cameron's attention rather abruptly from what he was reading to the doorway. Although the shattered silence was jarring, it was something to be concerned over only because any news at that time of night would be unfortunate news.

He was fortunate enough to have thrown on running trousers a half hour before, when he'd found himself unable to return to the dreams of Reya, so it was a simple matter to stand and move to open the door.

He wasn't entirely surprised that it was Carolyn. Any member of SG-1 would have simply barged into the hut, and he doubted many others in New Atlantis would have been sent to tell him bad news at that time of night. She looked ragged enough to make him concerned for the entire population of New Atlantis.

"...Doctor?"

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savedthatjaffa March 25 2009, 08:33:42 UTC
Hold it in. Suck it up. Stop shaking. Stop it. Lam was tempted to wake them all up, all of the team, everyone just to see. Her lips parted but nothing really came. It was late and this was stupid and of course his head was still--

Dreams were just dreams. They weren't real, but their terror was. The naked fear was.

"Just," she started and stopped before an unexpected shudder ripped down her spine. In turn, her face went pale as she made a grab fore the door frame to steady herself. "...make it better."

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sgmitchell March 25 2009, 08:47:18 UTC
He was absolutely certain something horrible had happened. Someone had vanished, a member of SG-1 were gone from the island without a trace, and left them alone. That Vala and another unborn child had just disappeared as if they'd never been. For a few moments, the terror of it was suffocating.

Then she spoke, a plea for help, and he reached out to steady her shoulders. There was a moment where he struggled to steady her weight in his extended position, before he pulled her into the hut, and frowned. "What's wrong?"

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savedthatjaffa March 25 2009, 08:59:44 UTC
"It's stupid," she said in a strangled voice. "Every night. Every night it gets worse. I dream they're gone, that something hunts them down, kills them, takes them. Sam, Daniel, Vala, you--" Her voice cracked sharply. " Gone. I'm...I should go, but it's empty and I--"

Lam shivered, staring through him for a moment with wide eyes. If it was just a dream, then why the hell did it terrify her bad enough that she found herself at his door? If it was just a dream. Of course it was just a dream, but now she was rooted to the spot.

"It can't take them all, all of us," she whispered in a haunted voice as her eyes blurred. "It wouldn't take Vala, would...would it?"

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savedthatjaffa March 28 2009, 13:50:01 UTC
Lam gently, carefully, and wordlessly, pulled him with her. She was tired, she'd been tired, more so when she'd woken on the floor, and found herself nudging him back into bed. No one ought to be up this early, anywy, not unless it was an emergency.

Or they were having nightmares.

"No arguing," she murmured. "It's too early to run, even for you." Her fingers brushed his cheek. "So move over and stay for a little while."

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sgmitchell March 28 2009, 13:53:50 UTC
He'd been reading when she'd arrived, but she was much too tired for an argument--certainly one so petty. Instead, he merely allowed himself to be dragged along toward the bed, and sat on the edge of it.

Austen stirred at the end of the bed, but did not wake. No doubt she would be thrilled to wake to the doctor.

He offered a small smile as he straightened the blanket. "I'll stay. It's my hut."

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savedthatjaffa March 28 2009, 14:12:57 UTC
"Staying isn't hut exclusive," she said dryly. "Sometimes it's bed exclusive." Lam slid her fingers against his arm and squeezed gently. "How long have you had them?"

Her eyes found his and though hers were tired, they missed nothing.

"The nightmares?" she asked in a low voice, gesturing to his book, the late hour, the fact that she hadn't woken him up at all.

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sgmitchell March 28 2009, 14:21:40 UTC
He glanced over toward her briefly, before settling back against the hut wall, determinedly not answering the question. Of course, the easiest conclusion, when one was experiencing nightmares, was to assume anyone else up late also suffered from them.

It was a correct assumption.

He shrugged. "Years." Everyone had nightmares. Soldiers had plenty of reasons for nightmares. Details didn't matter.

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