Title: The Power of a Gun Author: Wannatee1984 (wannatee1984. Rating: PG?
Summary: Weir's view on guns then and now
Genre: dark-fic no fluff here
Pairing: Faint Sheppard/Weir
Spoilers: A very dark take on what siege II could have been like for Weir.

I never believed in guns.

Believed that no one had the right to use them.

That a person should never have the power to choose.

The power to decide if a person should live or die with the single push of a trigger.

Seeing that power with my own eyes.

A little girl no younger than five.

Killed with a shot to the head.

Life taken from her for reasons I don't know.

By smug men who claimed it as 'god will'.

Made me see that not everyone has my view on guns.

Vowed never to hold one in my hands.

To never have to make that choice.

Take a life or save a life.

It drove me to lobby for their total destruction.

Knowing it a futile cause.

Made me demand non-combative ways of communication.

That you can find more diplomatic means to get thoughts across.

Got a job at the SGC for it.

A one way ticket to Atlantis.

And met the Wraith.

A race that wants nothing to do with us.

Has no time no patience and no need to negotiate.

See us only as food.

The best food they ever had.

And willing to do whatever it takes to find their much needed new feeding ground.

They don't have guns like us.

Their weapons are their hands.

They suck the life right out of you.

Now for my irony.

Our guns now keep us alive.

They keep ME alive now.

Bullets keep me and my crew safe from those demons.

For only so long.

But the Wraith are coming to Atlantis.

My world has turned over.

Views I had now long forgotten.

Beliefs I once stood for now lay in ashes below my feet.

I'm shaken and rattled.

Unknowing of what to do.

The Wraith are here.

John hands me a gun.

A P90.

Fully loaded and ready for action.

And extra ammo.

Tells me I'm gonna need it.

Stares at me with sadness but resolve in his eyes.

Knows how I feel about this piece of human technology.

Feels for me but warns me.

This is no game anymore.

And as I listen to the sounds of my people battling for their lives

For Earth to remain alive.

As I watch darts cull people before my very eyes.

Wraith coming towards me.

I take a breath.

I clear my mind.

I watch as John takes point beside me and shots them dead.

Not a flicker of emotion as the Wraith go down.

Just the will to survive.

What I need to feel.

So I take aim.

Let god have mercy on my soul.

Pull the trigger.

See the bullets fly.

And watch as the Wraith before me.

And a part of my soul.

Die.

-Fin-

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