I should’ve known something was wrong right away. I just should have, that’s how I look at it. I’m responsible for all things military...I’m supposed to have instincts. Damn it, I’m supposed to be able to *do* something.
It’s the first thing I think about when I look back, though I haven’t really talked about it since Carson’s death. Really sitting down, looking back on the whole situation, I know there’s things I could have done differently. I could have acted preemptively, evacuated anywhere Dr. Watson *might* have been. Extreme, and impossible, yeah, but more effective than what I did do, which was get locked out of the medical level along with everyone else.
Better? I could have sent a team to the infirmary, I could headed for the infirmary myself, right away...Jesus, I knew Watson was going to head for there. I was standing right there when he told Carson he felt sick. I could have gone there the second we knew...the *second* we knew. Could have been me instead of him, and you know what? I would have been okay with that.
I was sent here for this...to fight, to die if I had to. Beckett was the one that put guys like me back together after we got ourselves blasted to bits. He was a healer...he wasn’t meant to die like that. Old, in his sleep, not in the wake of an Ancient weapon gone screwy.
I could have done a lot of things differently...and I see a lot of things I *will* do differently from now on.
I think that’s the rub when it comes to hindsight...sure, it’s always near-perfect, but you never consider that when things like this happen, it’s also an insight to the future.
When you suffer a loss like this...at the end of the day, hindsight and foresight? They’re the same damn thing.
Muse: John Shephard
Fandom: Stargate ATLANTIS
Words: 319