She
finds it hard to admit, even to herself, but she doesn't always
know what she's doing. In fact, most of the time she feels like
she's making everything up. She thought, before they left Earth,
that she was
qualified, and well qualified for this position.
Now she sees how ludicrous that was. Logically, she knows that nobody
could really have been prepared for this. But sometimes she feels
it's just her—that if
only it weren't her, everything
would be fine. On some days she feels John or Rodney would be better.
On some days she feels anyone would be better. Those days, she
sits in the commissary, nursing a cup of coffee until the early hours
of the morning. Sometimes she's up so late that she's able to see
the sunrise—sunrises have always been able to make her feel better.
Hey, guys! Hope you're liking it so far. I know it's short... :) The fic will be in 6 parts. I've already got them all written... if anyone wants to beta the rest of it, please let me know! I'd love another opinion.
Thanks! -Emilie :)