A/N: Written for the prompt 'lullaby' over at Stargatedrabbles on Tumblr.
Threnody
She rushes through the treeline for cover, pulling the cowl tighter around herself and the squalling infant in her arms.
They saved her.
Discovered her at the edge of the galaxy, drifting in a stolen cargo ship with a barely functional atmosphere, nursing the Orici.
Brought her back to the mountain, the rockface now incinerated miles back.
Escaped in a terrain vehicle with the others until a well aimed energy beam targeted them and—
Perhaps this is how it was meant to be.
Her daughter cries and she strokes her soft cheek, unable to offer any other form of mollification.
Perhaps the sound screams and sirens were always meant to be her lullaby.