Part: 1/16

Rating: T

Warnings: Character death.

Disclaimers: I own no part of the Stargate world, I make no money from this, so on and so forth.

Note: This was written for the 100 Word Beya challenge – for the prompt 'Leaves'. I decided to tell a story in tiny snippets, with each chapter being 100 words inspired by a different prompt each, telling one overall story. I must stress that it is important that readers note the warning on this fic. I am going to post all the chapters in one go - don't get used to that though :)

Leaves

The chilled morning breeze stirred around their gathered group, dancing the dried fallen leaves around their ankles and close to the gaping hole.

The solemn ritualised words were unfamiliar to her, but their meaning was universal.

Words for the fallen.

Their friend was gone.

Rodney was gone.

Their team was broken.

The grief swelled in her throat and against the cold within and without she stepped closer to the warmth of the tall strong presence of John and Ronon. Desperately she tried to absorb their strength into her, to deny the aching pain inside her heart.

Rodney was gone.

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