Angsty Drabble Tree!

[lillyjk]

hey mods, hope it's okay to post this. I was thinking that we could get an angsty drabble tree going to keep us all sufficiently emo while we're waiting for the prompts. Any takers?

I'm going to post something in the comments to get us started. Come on ya'll let's play. *nudges foxxcub*

ETA - come on folks, let's keep it going. ANGST ANGST ANGST!

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[lillyjk]

John shifted on the bar stool, ignoring the twinge of pain from too many years with gear on his back.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the bar. Strands of silver had taken up residence at his temples but his hair was still as thick as ever. What was it Rodney used to…

His hand tightened on the shot glass and the whiskey burned going down.

It took three more shots, but when he closed his eyes he could almost hear Rodney whispering, “It’s totally unfair,” while his clever fingers traced a pattern across John’s scalp.

[foxxcub]

Three shots is all it takes for Rodney to bring Sanders down. He finishes firing before John's barely in the room, P-90 aimed and set to save him. But he's too late, and he should know by now that Rodney can save himself.

The symbiotic alien is now dead, but it's the host body that makes Rodney go pale.

"I - I killed him." He looks up at John, his eyes bright with guilt and horror.

"You saved the city," John replies, and as he carefully reaches his hand out to soothe, he thinks maybe he'll save him after all.

[lillyjk]

John's barely in the room.

He’s sprawled out in his usual position across the conference room table, his habitual smirk as much a mask as anything she’s seen at Halloween.

But, John’s barely there anymore.

Elizabeth sees it in his eyes when he glances at the empty chair that used to be Rodney’s.

She sees it in the faint flicker of hope that crosses his face at every unscheduled gate activation.

She sees it in the slump of his shoulders, in the way he runs endless miles under starlight when most of the city sleeps.

John’s as gone as Rodney.

[gothphyle]

Endless miles under starlight should be a gift, a dream for lovers. But for him it's just distance, and glare, and a too-wrong quiet that leaves John hollow.

He's going through the motions, marking time in his imitation life. He wonders if the minutes and hours and endless days of waiting for a miracle that stays stubbornly absent will ever end. He loses count, and starts again.

It's funny how one plus one makes two, but a single subtraction leaves less than zero. He may be a whiz at math, but Rodney was always better with numbers.

[trobadora]

Sure it's okay - drabbles YAY! :D But how about making this public when you're done drabbling? We could link it on the main comm - promo for the team is always good!