Bittersweet Ending
By: the female apophis
Disclaimer: nope, I don't own them. Sorry folks, but it's out of my hands.
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: Not really. It's set in a future season.
Type: angst/slight romance.
Summary: Why do men feel they can justify death?
Archive: as long as you ask me first, yes.
Song: Nope, not this time folks.
Other Stuff: again, not this time.
A/N: It just kinda came to me when I was sitting in World History. That's about all I have to say about that.
Why do men feel they can justify death?
Is it arrogance?
Or is it just a need for vengeance?
We do not always earn disclosure; perhaps it is for this reason.
My son was taken from me. Ripped from my hands too soon.
I hated myself for it. So many times I was tempted to take my life by the same gun that had taken his.
But, I've learned to live with the pain, finding that without my team, I wouldn't be here today.
Mourning her.
The one person who made my life worth living again.
The one woman who made me happy.
She was taken from me, not by my own gun, or my hands.
But by them.
Damn them all. I wish a thousand times over that Sokar's demons will kill them, over and over until they are no longer worth keeping alive.
But I wish even more that I could bring her back.
Her last breath was used saying my name after we shared a tender kiss; the moment broken by her body going limp and cold in my arms.
I can't handle this pain anymore.
I've realized too soon that my life isn't worth living anymore.
But I have to do this first.
I have to explain to Jacob that I wasn't able to save his daughter anymore than I'm going to be able to save myself.
I've got everything ready; the letter's, the will, everything is prepared. I won't put Daniel and Teal'c through the pain of that.
Tonight, I will join my son and my love.
fin
So, I know it's a bit dark, but hey, did you like it? Just tell me in that great thing called a review.