Author: Ky (Venom_69)Fandom:
Rating: Age Friendly
She is amused by his cynicism; he’s known that for years.
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Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state
I found them. Song’s aren’t mine either. Richard Marx & Donna Lewis - At the Beginning. Jimmy Eat World –
The Middle and Linkin Park – In the End.
Author’s notes: Written for Stargate Weekly Challenges (sg_challenges
), Challenge #15 - BEGINNING AND END.
Copyright © to Venom, 2006
standing, at the beginning with you
The thing he remembers most is her eyes as she asked him to join her.
Her deep brown pools, full of honesty and strength, were so expressive as she laid out her plan and asked him to come
He said no, of course.
Stargates? Alien Worlds? Another Galaxy? A chair that does a fancy light
show when he sits in it? A lost city? No hope of return?
The woman had to be on crack.
But her eyes... the way
she looked at him, so serious, so stubbornly diplomatic. She was so sure that he would be a necessity to her expedition, so
sure of herself and her ability to find Atlantis.
In the beginning, when they ask him what made him change his mind
about coming, he lies and says that it was General O'Neill's version of a 'pep talk' and the toss of a coin.
mentions her eyes to anyone.
John doesn't think he'll ever forget the first few moments he spent alone with Elizabeth
He doesn't think he'll ever forget how much she changed his life.
***Little girl you're in the
middle of the ride.
They celebrate the 5th anniversary of being in Atlantis by getting drunk.
and indecently drunk.
Earth - and a large supply of alcohol - is just a step away these days and they take full advantage
of that fact. Though the new General in charge of the SGC doesn't appreciate it and isn’t shy about telling them so.
Even retired and living in a cabin out the back of nowhere with his wife, O'Neill can still pull strings for them.
Athosians - some of whom having been living in the city for a few years now - are amusing drunks. They celebrate 5 years of
relative safety and almost 2 years of the Pegasus Galaxy being mostly rid of the Wraith with gusto.
"What do you think
they'll do now?" Rodney asks, slurring a bit.
John is slurring just a little himself. "The Athosians?"
The powers that be on Earth. The Wraith are virtually gone," and he makes a grand gesture with his right arm, forgetting that
he holds a bottle of beer in that hand and some of it ends up in John's hair. "We've leart enough from Atlantis to keep scientists
happy for decades."
Elizabeth joins the conversation, a glass of… something in her hand. She is by far the least
drunk of all of them, but John wonders if she’ll join the dancing anyway. “I don’t think they’ll shut
us down, if that’s what you’re asking, Rodney.”
“But what’s left to save?” Another
grand gesture sees Elizabeth wiping beer from her forehead.
John shrugs. “For every bad guy you kill, another
one will eventually pop up.”
“That’s a rather cynical way of looking at it, don’t you think,
Colonel?” She is amused by his cynicism; he’s known that for years.
“I like to think of it a realistic.”
She smiles. “Call it what ever you want. I just hope we’ll all be together for a while yet.”
hope so too.” He means it to be flippant, but no one buys it.
He feels rather sober, suddenly, as the party
continues to swirl around him and he watches his friends and family enjoying the chance to relax and let their hair down.
Someone shipped party poppers through the ‘Gate and the children from the mainland are laughing and giggling as they
play, weaving around the wobbly legs of their parents.
Some people pass out, some decide to dance – is Teyla
- some set up a crude karaoke machine. Most concentrating on keeping their glasses filled.
takes Elizabeth to his bed and they celebrate in private.
***In the end, It doesn't even matter.
going to die soon,
Breathing is hard, now, so much harder than it used to be. He remembers a time when
he didn't have to think about it, didn't have to concentrate on the action. Now he forces his body into the rhythm.
out, in, out, in, out...
A tube in his mouth supplies his oxygen, but it's been there for so long that he forgets about
it now and focuses on breathing.
The rhythm beats through him, and he tilts his head down slightly to watch his chest
expand and contract in silent fascination.
He can hear them, by his bedside.
Hannah's tears, though quiet as
she tries to be, ring in his ears. John never could stand to hear his little girl cry, and his aches to comfort her now.
son checks his blood pressure and pulse every hour. Teyla's daughter says a prayer for him when they're told the end is near.
Generation Atlantis - SGA, he nicknamed them - come and go, saying their final goodbyes to the last member of the original
When his eyelids slip shut, he sees her eyes in the blackness.Wait for me, 'Liz,
he thinks, smiling
softly as the effort to breathe lessens and the infirmary fades to black.