Carson
I know you'll never read this. And that's what makes it even worse. I wish you could read it, then tell me in your stupid Scottish accent how much of an idiot I am. But I need to write this. To tell you how sorry I am. It won't bring you back though.
To be honest, I never had many people I could call friends before I came to Atlantis. I know! Hard to believe, but true. Acquaintances yea, but no friends. Coming here was the best thing that's ever happened to me, well apart from all the damn wraith, but I suppose every galaxy has its flaws.
I made a friend in you. I don't know how you put up with me sometimes, I know I can be an ass occasionally (but come on when you're as smart as me, you have a right to be an ass!). You accepted it though, and you still wanted to be my friend.
I'm never going to forget that Sunday. All you wanted to do was go fishing, and at the time it seemed like the most boring idea in the world. Now though, I'd give everything to go back to that day and go with you. I'd even let you bore me about all the species of trout or salmon or whatever it is you scot's like to eat.
Please come back Carson. It's not the same. Everything I've seen since the Stargate programme began, and not one of those things will help me bring you back.
I'm so sorry.
I miss you.
Rodney