Spoilers: Resurrection. Big time.
I stood there after telling Anna about the Harcesis. It's been three years since I gave the boy to Oma. I had hoped that three years would have dulled the… pain? Grief? Guilt? But I was wrong.
Anna was no different from my son. She had the knowledge of the Goa'ould. She was another innocent victim of cruel fate.
Wait.
"My son."
When did I start thinking that? The Harcesis was the son of Apophis and Ammaunet. Sha're's son. All I did was deliver him. How did I come to think of him as my own?
Maybe I was just holding onto a thread of Sha're. He was her son, therefore he meant something to me. But how? Apophis- or his host, rather- had been with my wife. How could I love the resulting child?
But I did. Still do, apparently. Because a part of me will always love Sha're. Anna helped me remember that.
I'm kneeling over her lifeless body, now. And I can't help but think about Sha're, how she died.
Despite the pain, their deaths have helped me remember why I do what I do. Why we cheat death day in and day out.
If I can in any way be a part of bringing an end to the Goa'ould, their deaths will not be in vain.
Their deaths give me something to live for.
Okay, that rambled a bit.I literally wrote this in the middle of "Resurrection." The episode was half over when it hit me. By the time it was over I had this bunny completed. Of course, that was ages ago. But I found it in my notebook of stories a couple weeks ago, and remembered that I had wanted to type it up. So here it is! R&R, people!