AN: So I wanted to write another McWeir fic (though my favorite pairing is sparky – sorry) and once I got this idea I had to write it. It is a little short, but I like it. Hope you do too.
Spoilers: small one from Tao of Rodney, and Lifeline, and This Mortal Coil
Thanks to fififolle for the beta!
Not The End
Rodney sat numbly, staring at his computer, at the words that taunted him, glaring harshly from the screen in the darkened room. All about her. Ironically, he had written it when he thought he himself was going to die. Never in a million years was it supposed to be the other way around.
But now here he was, a day after having found out that she was dead. Killed by Oberoth, that bastard. Ronon and Teyla had cleared her office – he couldn't handle it, not after Carson. And John had authorized her personal belongings to be taken back to Earth. So everything was packed up, ready to be shipped off to her family, her mom.
Except this. The five hundred page book he had written for her. It contained too much about the whole Stargate program. In fact, he had made sure he put everything he possible could in there.
He had cared for Elizabeth a great deal, more than he let on. He had really thought they were going to save her, bring her home. But no…It hadn't happened and now he was crushed.
He brought his hands up to rub his strained eyes and then sighing, he tabbed down, skimming what he had written. He didn't need to read it since he knew all of what she had done on Atlantis and he had memorized every word of the first section – her past – where she had lived most of her life, the college she went to, her teaching days. He wondered now if maybe he shouldn't have looked it up. Now it seemed to be an invasion of her privacy.
He had also made sure to put in how strong a women she was. How smart and caring she had always been.
Had she even bothered to read it at all? He wouldn't have been surprised if she hadn't had the time. But somehow he knew that she had made the time to look at it. Some of it, anyway.
How far had she got? Had she reached chapter ten? He meant everything he mentioned in that chapter. It had been one of his rare, truly emotional times.
He skipped that first two digit chapter completely and brought the document to the end. The open ending.
Should he be doing something else at the moment instead? Maybe, but right now nothing was more important.
He would share this book one day, and make sure her memory lived on. He would make sure she got the praise she deserved for leading the expedition and doing a damn good job of it.
Compassionate, smart, beautiful, and strong, she had been the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Now she was gone. But only in the corporeal form. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then opened them to look back at the computer.
Laying his fingers on the keyboard, he started to type, setting out to finish the book. Not all stories had a happy ending, but for him, this wasn't the end of hers.