Title: Dead Man Walking
Rating: K+
Summary: It's not a war. It's a takeover. And there's nothing to be done, except accept it.
Disclaimer: I own no Stargate. Simple as that.
We only just got Season 10 over here in England, and 'Flesh and Blood' was on last night. (YAY! I have been waiting so long!) But anyway, this is based around the last scene, 'cause I thought that Cameron looked absolutely terrified, and this is what he might have been thinking. It's kinda 'the end is nigh' stuff, so don't read if you don't like.
I might be wrong about everything, and I haven't written any Stargate stuff in ages, so this might be totally OOC, but it's just my take on it. Tell me what you think… Please?
Enjoy.
Dead Man Walking
I didn't sign up for this.
That was the sole thought running through his mind as he stood in the Infirmary of the Odyssey, surrounded by friends and comrades. Everyone was tense; everyone was scared. But no one showed it. They were used to it. They all were. He was. But that didn't mean he had to like it.
I didn't sign up for this.
It was like he said; this wasn't a war. This was a takeover; an annihilation. A Goa'uld mothership against a guy with a rock. A broken rock. The situation was absolutely hopeless. No chance of victory; precious little chance of survival. The Ori were big, they were powerful, they were winning. And they were the bad guys. Fairytales weren't supposed to end like this.
I didn't sign up for this.
And it had started out as a fairytale. He'd dreamt of strange new worlds, new races, new allies. The whole Star Trek ideal. And, yeah, the occasional gunfight or punch-up or explosion, but that was part of the fun. Power-hungry alien beings with a penchant for false religion… Well, actually that had been part of the deal. But not these particular egotistical maniacs.
I didn't sign up for this.
It wasn't fair. They were up against the unknown; the powerful; the fatal. They were outgunned, outmanned. Pinned down. Beaten back. Up against the wall. Out of ammo. Incapacitated.
I didn't sign up for this.
They were losing.
I didn't sign up for this.
And he was terrified.
I didn't sign up for this.
He was going to die; he was certain. Lightyears away from his home, fighting an unbeatable enemy. He was going to die. So was everyone else. Nobly? Maybe. In battle? Probably. Pointlessly? Almost certainly. But he was going to die. And that was definite.
I didn't sign up for this.
He was almost shaking. The bravado was gone from his voice; no jokes, no wisecracks. He couldn't break down, but he couldn't just keep on going as if nothing had happened, as if nothing was wrong. Maybe later, in private, he'd collapse; drop to his knees under the weight of the universe. But not now; not here.
I didn't sign up for this.
A steadying breath. Clenched fists. Closed eyes. He levelled himself.
I didn't sign up for this. And now it's gonna kill me.
Cameron Mitchell opened his eyes. A tiny, ironic smile quirked his lips in an emotionless motion. He'd fight until he fell, until the life was ripped from him. There was no other option. And he would fall. No ifs, no buts. He would. It was just a matter of time. He was doomed.
Dead man walking.
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