This short story is set right in episode 10, Resurgence. I took the dialog between TJ and Varro from and wanted to take a look in Varros head for you and get a little bit of the tense between them. The next story will have my own written dialogs again and also a bit action with Young. Please note that english isn't my native language so please forgive me my mistakes (but feel free to show them to me). If you are able to read german, please look up the german version of my story.

Update: Just minor and major grammar Updates.

I don't own SG:U and the SG:U characters.

Varro felt useless. They never left him and his people out of sight, but they also didn't want help from them, no matter how many times he and the other Lucians offered it to them. The Destiny Crew didn't even want their help on really simple tasks, such as getting small repairs done or help out in the kitchen. Varro couldn't blame them their suspicion - but it made him angry as human being and soldiers to see that their helping hand was not accepted. They were just ballast for the Destiny at the moment; ballast, which did nothing more than consuming resources.

Most members of the crew didn't even attempt to make contact with them. They just saw a potential hazard in the Lucians, which also ate their food away. And thanks to Simeon the hatred, that was brought against them, was yet risen. Varro knew that only their knowledge of alliance attack plans, technological and political information saved him and the few remaining Lucian members from being thrown through the Stargate onto the nearest planet.

Yes, Varro was furious. But mainly on himself. He wanted to do something to prove his good intentions, show Colonel Young and the crew that he was on their side. But how could he provide proof of his sincerity, when they let him rot day after day in his quarters?

And also - and perhaps it was what troubled him most - the only person who cared about him here was avoiding him for days. Before Simeon had murdered Ginn, she had visited him often. Had inquired about his health and the health of his people and now and then she'd even asked for his help in the infirmary. Yes, he even temporarily had the feeling she would seek his vicinity.

Tamara. To him it was clear for a while now that he was attracted to her. Varro was able to assess his feelings pretty well - he knew when a woman impressed him, it had little sense to deny it. But what he didn't know was whether she felt the same way.

Especially now he wasn't sure if she still wanted to be with him - because wasn't that what Simeon had done not ultimately his fault?
Had not he himself assured Colonel Young again and again to have Simeon under control?
He reproached himself that Ginns death was his fault alone due to his inattention. He'd underestimated Simeon's zeal and fanaticism for the Alliance - and there was no way to make undo what happened. Poor Ginn ... she'd not even voluntarily joined the alliance, in contrast to Varro. She had to die for an ideal, which she'd not even believed.

While Varro was standig at the window and let his gaze wander through the endless black depths of space, he realized that he had to look forward. He was the mediator between his people and the crew of the Destiny and it was in his hands to make them all free people. But just at the moment he had no idea how to do that.

Varro's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door open. With questioningly raised eyebrows, he turned from the window to see that TJ entered the room. She held a tray in her right hand. Before she pulled the door switch,Varro registered in the corner of the eye, that an armed soldier was still standing guard in front of his quarters.

"Hi.", TJ said and placed the tray on a small table, „I, uh, brought you some lunch."
Varro twisted his mouth slightly into a crooked smile and turned to her completely. "Great. Sittin' around this room all day really works up an appetite!", he said, not unkindly, but certainly with sarcasm in his voice. TJ didnt fail to realize it. She replied with a thin smile and looked him for a few seconds into the eyes before she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Well, you can hardly blame the Colonel for confining you to quarters after what happened with Simeon." she explained. Varro didn't miss the tone in her voice. Such as her smile, her voice was as distant as before. She didn't speak as familiar with him, much more like a woman of the military that she was now again. But nevertheless ... she did not sound angry. Not ... hateful.
"I understand, but you have to realise that Simeon was unstable.", Varro defended.
"And you knew but you didn't tell us.", she said.
"Well, I thought I could control him."
TJ nodded on his sentence and looked him in the eyes again, "But you couldn't." These words struck Varro like a fist in the stomach. This time it was he who avoided her gaze. Without his help his right hand clenched into a fist.
"I know.", he said resignedly. Why should he deny it? It was not TJ who had made it clear to him now. A quick side glance showed him that the paramedic was still sitting on the edge of the bed. So she didn't only come by to tell him that - otherwise she would recently stood up and marched out of the room.

Then he finally spoke it out. "... I haven't seen you in a while."
His words seemed to irritate the young woman a little bit. She blinked and looked visibly surprised by his words.
"I wanted to come by. I've just been busy." she replied a little bumpy. Apparently she'd quite expected to talk about Simeon but not ... therewith. Varro relaxed from the fury when he saw her like this. He admired her courage and strength, especially when she had to prevail against soldiers or men like him or Simeon, she was a real lieutenant. But he had to confess that she was incredibly gorgeous, if she was a little surprised by a few words, just like now, sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands uncertainly .

He bridged the two steps to the bed and sat on the other side, leaving enough distance between him and TJ that it was not too pushy but still showed closness.

"Your people - the ones who came back from the planet .. they didn't have your child?" he asked suddenly. Right in the moment when he asked this question, Varro realized that he really wanted to know the answer. It wasn't an empty phrase only to get closer to her. She seemed to sense it, because he could see how her attitude changed. As before, when TJ had told him about her child and her dream, she awoke the impression in Varro again, that she wanted to tell him. Not Chloe, not Colonel Young or anyone else on the ship.

"No. I was wrong about that. I was misled." she said briefly and swallowed hard.
"Possibly." Varro replied curtly but with a gentle tone in his voice.
TJ then looked at him in surprise. He could see how she blinked away a few tears.
"There's no other explanation for it.", she said, "This ship has demonstrated the ability to mess with people's minds. In my case I guess it was trying to protect me."
She smiled weakly without averting his eyes from him. Her glance flit restlessly over his face as if looking for something, while Varro returned her gaze calmly.

Then he took heart and stretched out his hand to place it on hers and briefly press it. Her skin was so smooth and warm and he felt the impulse in himself to pull her towards him and embrace her. That he suppressed this impulse was a matter of course to him but this moment should also not last long, because TJ withdrew her hand carefully and stood up.
"I should get back to the Infirmary." she said hastily and sent a quick smile afterwards. She looked ... confused .

Varro still looked at her as her eyes slid past him to the window. TJ frowned. "What is it?" he asked, surprised and followed her gaze but couldn't see anything.
"I'm not sure." she said and suddenly she was the confident lieutenant again, took out her radio, contacted Colonel Young and quickly left the room.

Varro looked after her, frowning. But his attention was soon on the universe ... and when he saw the first drone himself, his eyes also darkened eventually.