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Author: Angel of Fire SG1
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Spoilers: Up to Phantoms
A/N: Post-ep for Phantoms
I Know You're Broken
As she watches the team beam into the gate room from the Daedalus she breathes a sigh of relief she hadn't even been aware she was holding in.
She looks down at him and his eyes meet hers.
She can't do this much longer.
She can't stand by and watch as her people, her friends, go out and risk their lives. Some die, most come back, but somehow those statistics aren't good enough. They're at war, that she can live with, but that that war is being fought by decisions she is making, by people that she cares about, is something she doesn't know if she can.
She makes her way down the staircase to greet the team, but before she even gets there Carson has rounded up a medical team and whisked the rest of them away to the infirmary.
He looks at her and she doesn't say anything, just stares at him for a few moments.
"When you were in the infirmary, those nanite things in your system...we all...do you feel like that every time this happens?" he surprises her and for a moment she wonders if he can read her mind perfectly.
He asks it quietly, knowing no one else will hear.
"Yes," she whispers a response.
He nods slightly then does something that surprises her even more. He reaches forward and takes her in his arms, hugging her like she had almost a year and a half earlier.
"One day it'll all be OK," he whispers in her ear, then he lets go, turning around and heading towards the infirmary with the others.
As she stands alone in the gate room watching him retreat she almost believes him.
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Spoilers: Up to Phantoms
A/N: Post-ep for Phantoms
I Know You're Broken
As she watches the team beam into the gate room from the Daedalus she breathes a sigh of relief she hadn't even been aware she was holding in.
She looks down at him and his eyes meet hers.
She can't do this much longer.
She can't stand by and watch as her people, her friends, go out and risk their lives. Some die, most come back, but somehow those statistics aren't good enough. They're at war, that she can live with, but that that war is being fought by decisions she is making, by people that she cares about, is something she doesn't know if she can.
She makes her way down the staircase to greet the team, but before she even gets there Carson has rounded up a medical team and whisked the rest of them away to the infirmary.
He looks at her and she doesn't say anything, just stares at him for a few moments.
"When you were in the infirmary, those nanite things in your system...we all...do you feel like that every time this happens?" he surprises her and for a moment she wonders if he can read her mind perfectly.
He asks it quietly, knowing no one else will hear.
"Yes," she whispers a response.
He nods slightly then does something that surprises her even more. He reaches forward and takes her in his arms, hugging her like she had almost a year and a half earlier.
"One day it'll all be OK," he whispers in her ear, then he lets go, turning around and heading towards the infirmary with the others.
As she stands alone in the gate room watching him retreat she almost believes him.