DISCLAIMER: SGA does not belong to me
Faces. So many of them, all somehow familiar and yet completely alien at the same time. But never the face he was searching for.
Touches. A pat on the arm, a squeeze of the hand – all probably intended to be comforting. But none of them was the touch he desperately longed for.
Words. Sounds he should understand and spoken in voices he should recognise. But still he did not hear the one that he loved more than any other sound in the world.
He did not know how long it had been – days, months, years? He vaguely registered that he was being left alone a lot more – or perhaps he was just becoming less aware of it all. He couldn't even remember when he had felt his entire being shatter into a million pieces, totally beyond repair. Something had happened – something bad. But what? Someone was missing – but who?
He felt memories fluttering at the back of the remnants of his mind – so close, but just out of reach. But he somehow also knew that with the restoration of those memories, all of that crushing pain would also return. And isn't that what had put him here in the first place? Yes, he was better off here, where he could feel completely numb while he waited for death to claim him.
He somehow knew that an indeterminate amount of time had passed, and the air tingled with a sense of approaching change. A comforting warmth swept over him, and he felt a smile form on his face.
"What took you so long?" he asked, looking up to see the face he had been waiting to see. He took the hand that had been extended out to him, felt the familiar fingers that he had been longing to hold.
"Shut up, I'm here now, aren't I?" And there was that same familiar voice he had been desperate to hear.
It really was him – he had come for him at last. And now he knew everything would be okay.
So, this was just a random little drabble I wrote down in about 10 minutes today. It's not intended to, but I guess it could follow on from 'Beneath a Moonless Sky' if you want it to.
Thanks for reading!