Short story about Lorne and Sheppard after a really bad mission. Please review!
Lt. Colonel John Sheppard and his XO Major Evan Lorne were sitting on the eastern pier, both in their civvies.
It had been one of those missions, everything that could go wrong went wrong. They'd lost people, good people in a war that wasn't theirs.
Lorne took a drink from his beer.
"Here's to all the good men and women that lost their lives today." He toasted in to the air. Sheppard followed his example.
Sheppard looked old, Lorne figured out he didn't look much better. He stared at Sheppard for a long time.
"Don't" Sheppard said warningly
"What?" Lorne asked. He looked confused.
"Done is done, Major. We can't go back and fix it no matter how hard we try." Sheppard explained softly, putting his hand on Lorne's shoulder and squeezed him gently.
Somehow it made him feel a little better, but still he had to live with it. And that was what he told his CO.
Sheppard took another sip from his beer and then like a whisper in the wind he heard Sheppard say.
"It's like a broken mirror."
"Sorry, sir?"
"We are like a broken mirror. You can find all the pieces and glue it back together, but you can't mend the cracks."
Lorne stared at Sheppard for a long time. He smirked sadly at him and raised his bottle in a silent toast.
The end.