Author's notes: Just a drabble that dribbled out of my ears today (maybe that's why my neck hurts so badly today!)
She sat there staring at him; sitting on the edge of another large dust covered rock. He was preoccupied with the tablet in front of him and did not acknowledge or notice her stare.
If she had been anyone else; if she had not known him, she would have not been so acutely aware of his hardened edge. He had lost the innocent righteousness; the overeager glee at a new archeological find; the sweetness of youth. It had been replaced with grief, knowledge, awareness. He questioned now…he did not quest.
Watching as he made notes, she wondered when it had happened. What final event darkened his eyes? The loss of Sha're? Knowing it was a close friend that took her life? Losing his life to radiation in extreme pain? Going and coming from the realm of the Ascended? Enduring and witnessing horrors only the goa'ould could employ?
He paused and glanced up meeting her eyes. Again she was taken aback at the seriousness there. Did her eyes look the same? So battle hardened and so very very tired.
She blinked.
His brow rose slightly in question, but she only shook her head and turned to watch dust swirl around the other large flat rocks.
His losses only made her aware of her own…and she couldn't face that right now.
Post note: Feeling melancholy about the shelving and cancellations of SG movies...and SGU.