Rating: PG
Season: 5/6 years in the future. You can see as either UST or RST.
Warnings/Spoilers: Character death... sorta. You don't find out what happens. Spoilers only for Siege 2.
Disclaimer: In my dreams I own Stargate, and there's lots of Sparky eye!sex. In reality it doesn't belong to me, but there is still lots of Sparky eye!sex.
A/N: Just a little ficlet to try and bribe my muse back into existence. Oh, and not beta-ed but spell and grammar checked.
Feedback: Is loved like double-choc-chip cookies
They've been in this situation before.
Enemy ships descending upon their city, their home; bringing with them certain doom.
And once more he was leaving her.
From the corner of her eye she spots him running up to the puddle jumper bay, ready to do anything and everything to save them.
To save her.
The scene is painfully similar to their first siege those seven years ago. But this time there will be no last minute help, no Daedalus to bring him back to her. This time his fate is sealed.
She calls after him, her voice hiding the anguish she is feeling, but he does not stop. Because this time things are different. Because this time, if he turns and looks into her eyes he will lose all of his resolve.
She knows she should stay in the control room; to be the strong and fearless leader, but right now she can't be that woman.
Her head justifies her leaving: telling her she isn't needed there anyway; she was just standing waiting; they can reach her if they need to; she'll only be gone a moment.
Her heart just screams at her to run faster.
She catches up with him, how she is unsure – he has always been quicker and more athletic. Gripping his shoulder, she causes him to stop and forcibly turns him to look at her. There is determination in his eyes, but she knows him and knows there is also regret, and a myriad of other emotions hidden behind his tough soldier façade.
She wraps him in her arms; cataloguing to memory every smell, every sight, every touch. She reaches up, running her fingers slowly down his face and along his jaw, caressing fresh cuts and bruises: marks of their earlier battles. Leaning in she kisses him softly, one last time. He looks down at her sadly; his eyes telling her everything she needs to know.
She almost asks him to stay. To stay here with her, even if it means they both will die.
But she has to let him go.
She pulls back from their embrace, a small smile dancing across her lips as he smirks and tells a joke that she will only recall later.
She doesn't want him to go; he worked his way into her heart, and she isn't sure she would ever be able to live without him now. It scares her that she doesn't even want to try.
Her breaths are deep and shaken as she straightens, her voice uttering the word she is haunted by; that same word from so long ago, "Go."
He turns and her heart quietly breaks.
She doesn't want to give him up; not now not ever.
But she must. For her people. For Earth. For Atlantis.
Fin.