Disclaimer: I own Stargate Atlantis. (Evil Laugh!) Producers bring out lawyers. Never mind. I don't own Stargate Atlantis!!
A/N: Wrote this while waiting in the for an appointment. Hope you like it. Enjoy.
The Pursuit Of Language
She started when she was very young. They said she had an aptitude for it. Learning languages. They started her on French quickly moving on to Spanish. By the time she was five she knew Spanish, French, Latin, Russian, Arabic, and a bit of Ancient Egyptian.
The languages intrigued her. She could say anything she wanted to her overbearing brothers who constantly ridiculed her. She could understand mostly anything people were saying off the street. It was cool.
She felt good. She was able to make her parents proud. They'd show her off at parties. Their brilliant little girl. But, they wanted more. As fast as she was able to learn languages, she stopped. It frustrated her to no end.
She wasn't able to remember the new things they taught her and she started to forget the languages she did know.
She cried herself to sleep. All she wanted was to be their brilliant little girl again.
It was late when she heard the shot. The shot that killed her father. They were at a conference. A last stitch effort to let her practice Spanish. One of the first languages she had learned. The one she liked the best.
She cried out in desperation. "Ayúdeme! Ayúdeme!" Help me! Help me!
A couple in the next room heard her shouts and came running. But then she knew it. Knew that it was too late.
She ran to him pushing the kneeling couple away.
"I'll do better. I promise to speak every language on the plant. You'll be proud of me. I promise I won't fail. Just don't die."
"Lizzie, It never mattered. We always were proud of you no matter what." He let out a final breathe a faint on his face.
She kept her promise relearned the languages she lost and some new ones too.
She knew her parents, her father, no matter what would always be proud.
Please tell me if you thought the ending was okay. I think I ended a bit weak.