Disclaimer: -sighs- I do not own Stargate or anything related to it. I just own this story idea and my character, Doctor Elizabeth 'Ella' Carter.
[did anyone else notice it was always the same disclaimer until chapter nine and that I never had one in the first two chapters?
A/N: Number one! There will be two authors notes, but I had to point this out now.
This was technically supposed to be with part nine, but the fact that it would have been more than 2000 words seemed a bit cruel.
All of you like to read, but not everyone has the time to read something with that many word [like myself --
Anyway, so I was saying, I've split this into two separate parts, just so it's easier to read.
So, now that I'm done rambling, on with the story! -crowd cheers-
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Chapter Nine and a Half: Memories
The sun shone brightly as the small girl skipped in a large field of freshly mowed grass. A small cottage like house sat close by. The small girls dark brown pigtails flopped from side to side as she ran away from the older blond girl chasing her.
"Ha ha, Sam! You can't catch me, you can't catch me!" She giggled and screamed in delight as a boy around the same age as herself popped up in front of her. "Ah! Mark!"
"Sam, Mark, Ella! Lunch!" The three children ran quickly back to the house, giggling and shrieking with joy as they ran.
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"Kolgar, did you see this?" The older man looked up, his eyes traveling from the papers he was previously browsing to the man across from himself. He smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly as the other man pointed down at the Goa'uld object he held in his hands.
"What do you suppose it is?" Kolgar asked, until realization hit him, he'd seen one of those before. "Wait, Balin, it's dangerous! Put it down!"
"What are you talking about old friend? It can't be dangerous, it's too small to be something very-" Balin stopped in mid sentence as the small round object started to glow.
"Drop it!" Kolgar shouted. Balin shook his head, a strange look of pain and fear contorted the muscles in his face.
"I- I can't! It's burning me! Run Kolgar, it's-" The object emitted a loud, high-pitched whine, and three things happened in quick succession. First Kolgar ducked, next the object exploded and after he was thrown against the far wall.
The pain of the impact made him black out temporarily but when he opened his eyes the sight of his friend, broken and bleeding lay in front of him. Kolgar quickly scrambled over to his injured comrade.
"Anyone! Help!" Kolgar's host called as the Tok'ra rushed into the now destroyed room.
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The light hum and beep of the hospital machines are the only sound in the small white room of the hospice. A girl, looking to be in about her late teens stood at the bedside of an ailing old man. She gripped his small and wrinkled hand in her own as tears fell down her face.
"Don't cry Elizabeth. We all knew it would happen eventually." The old man rasped and tried to clench his hand around hers. She smiled weakly through her tears and nodded slowly.
"I know dad, but it still doesn't make it any easier." The old man breathed in, deep and painfully as he was lifted from the bed slightly from the force of his coughing that was brought on by the sharp intake of air. His hand left her grasp as he brought a tissue to his mouth, and the other hand gripped his chest as Ella watched in horror at what her father went though.
Slowly he fell back against the pillows, his face a bit paler and his breathing heavier. "It's okay Elizabeth, it sounds and looks worse than it really is." He comforted gently. The both looked at the door as a small nurse shuffled in, a tray of medicines balanced on one arm as she set a small plastic cup of pills to Ella.
"Ah, so this is your daughter, eh Arthur?" The nurse sounded nice, and she smiled at Ella before placing the tray down on an unused chair and grabbing a Dixie cup of water and handed it to Ella's father. "Here, I want to see you actually take these."
After her father took his medication the small alarm clock on the bed beside him went off. He looked sadly from his daughter to the clock as he shut it off. "I'm sorry Elizabeth, but I have to take my nap now. Will you be back tomorrow?" He asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
Ella smiled, grabbed her sweater and gave her father a quick peck on the cheek. "Of course I will dad, I'll see you the same time tomorrow, okay?" He nodded as she left the room, and slowly closed the door behind her.
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A/N: Number two! Whoo! Part nine and a half is done!! -dances-
Anyway, y'all know what to do, review or there will be no part ten... and it's just starting to get good, in my opinion anyway. -grins-