I wrote this after watching the "Sunday" episode. It's a bit cliche but I think you'll like it. It's from Teyla's point of view. Please REVIEW!
Soft rain pelted against the window of a dark room. Deep gray clouds covered the sky, concealing any evidence that a bright day and happy sun ever resided there. Thunder struck, shaking the room and echoing the cries of the still frame who stared up into the brewing storm.
A hesitant knock came from the door. The frame remained frozen in its spot. Slowly, the door opened and Rodney McKay inched his way toward the stormy window and its audience.
"Teyla?" His voice was barely audible over the loud thunder.
She made no effort to respond but allowed another tear to escape.
Rodney came closer. Sitting on the bed, he studied her sad frame. Her legs were brought up against her chest while her arms hung loosely over her knees. In one brilliant strike of lighting, Teyla's pale face was revealed. Dark circles formed puddles under puffy eyes. Rivers of tears had etched canyons into her visage.
"Teyla, please talk to me." Rodney begged but again he was met with no response. "You have to come out of here sometime."
He gazed at her helplessly for a few more moments before giving up and heading for the door. Taking one last look at his mourning friend he whispered "I'm sorry" and closed the door.
She knew it wasn't Rodney's fault Carson had died but she couldn't help but blame him. If Rodney had just gone fishing or hadn't assigned junior scientists to the ancient device or…so many things could have saved Carson. He wasn't supposed to be dead. She wasn't supposed to be dying inside. He was supposed to be saving someone's life or making sarcastic remarks toward Rodney or….or on a date with her.
Thinking back to all the good times they had together as friends, Teyla cursed at herself for never taking their relationship further. There were no rules stopping them from being together, no regulations, only shyness and the fear of rejection.
It was evident that Carson had feelings for her. She wondered why she had ever been so afraid. She was a great warrior and could hold her own against any guy, so why was it that the idea of asking Carson Beckett out on a date scared her witless? Now she'd never get a chance to conquer her fear.
Fresh tears fell, their sounds blending with the rain beating against the window. They slid down her face and neck as if trying to be like their elegant cousins outside. She wanted to scream, needed to scream, but she felt drained, void of any and all energy, as if at any moment she could expire. A part of her wished she would. The pain she felt overpowered any joy she had ever known. With each clap of thunder she prayed the ground would split and she'd be swallowed up by its fiery depths.
She hugged her knees, hoping that if she thought hard enough, she'd wake up from this nightmare. When no relief came, she sighed in desperation. Why did it have to hurt so much? Closing her eyes, she envisioned Carson's warm arms embracing her as his smooth voice flowed from his mouth, comforting her and telling her it was all just a bad dream.
But no arms encircled her. No accent met her ears. The only sound was the booming thunder and the quiet sobbing of her soul. So she continued to sit and stare at the sky, continued to mourn the loss of her best friend and the life they could have had together.