AUTHOR NOTES: Ok this is my first Stargate Atlantis fanfiction. Probably going to be my only because I lack the ability to write Stargate: Atlantis fics. Do not ask why; I myself do not know. This was a spur of the moment thing that was originally going to be a Harry Potter drabble but as I got past the first paragraph it somehow turned SGA and Sheyla. Not that I mind or anything.
Hiding
You find yourself numb and without breath. You feel as though the world under your feet should've shaken at the gravity of her words. You are uncertain. You do not understand what you are feeling but you know what you are supposed to be feeling.
Your reaction is abrupt and you want to take the words back but you can't. You yell, only because it eases the tension. You walk away but only because you don't want to face the betrayal you feel.
You eventually open your arms but it is reluctant, hesitant and you wish that you could feel comfortable in doing it. You hide how you really feel and you feel guilty as a result.
When her hands guides your hand to your stomach you find that you can for a second be happy in believing that what you feel is yours. It's at the vision of her anguished face turning away that you know that it's all your imagination, that what you want is not something you should want. Not now. Not ever.
You are lonely. You find yourself crying only because it's something to do.
It helps and in her wanting your help you comply and then you find yourself regretting.
You are desperate and you make it known. You have to see her face again. You have to make sure she is safe, that her child is safe. You refuse to believe the worst and you fight.
You fight for the woman you love and the unborn child that's not yours.
Only because you have to in order to keep breathing, keep sane and keep hiding.