BS
Rated: PG-13 (adult themes, minor language)
Category: Double Drabble, Original Character POV, Gen.
Season: Four
Spoilers: Miller's Crossing
Summary: An Outsider's Viewpoint On What Happened To Wallace In McKay's Lab. He's Not Buying Shep's Story, Either.
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I'm a Marine.
At the moment, I'm guarding a prisoner I couldn't have imagined a year ago.
But I'm still a soldier.
When a Colonel tells me to scram, I generally do it.
Even when I get that strange gut feeling that something isn't right.
A glance to the observation room reveals only the dark-skinned companion of this Colonel.
The other guards have left. It's just me, the Colonel, the alien, the Jamaican, and a pasty civilian sweating bullets.
My eyes meet the Colonel's briefly, then look to the man at his side.
I know about the Wraith.
I know what's going to happen here.
But I also know it might be the right thing to do.
After a moment, I step out the door.
I wasn't always an SF, you know.
I've served in combat.
I know the world isn't black and white, but a million shades of grey.
The door opens a few minutes later.
I step back into the lab, and I'm not surprised by what I find.
The Colonel's voice drifts into my consciousness.
"The Wraith surprised me. Not as weak as he let on."
Bullshit, Colonel.
But I'll be damned if I'm saying a word.