A/N. Anew had been different, but damnit, he loved her. Set during season two, episode twenty. Actually written whilst waiting for said episode to originally air, so inaccuracies are inaccurate.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will, just borrowing the characters.
Different
This, this was different, and not the good sort of different, more the sort of different that left him with a nasty, hollow feeling and a sudden urge to hit something, anything would do, this wall for example. …That hurt.
He'd known something was up, something was wrong, and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together and see that her blank outs and the enemy finding them were in direct correlation. He'd just neglected to mention this little fact to anyone else. Probably because he was worried what they would do, how they would react. Worried for her safety perhaps more than anything and maybe that was why he'd said, in front of everyone else on purpose, that he loved her. Maybe he'd thought it would help somehow, no clue how exactly, but maybe.
Mostly though it hadn't been a lie, and that was what made the whole thing just that little bit worse than it already was. She wasn't just another name in his literal little black book he'd kept in his desk drawer back home, she had been different from everyone else back home, quieter and sweeter, and different from everyone else on the ship who still saw his brother first and him second.
'Different' was a damn understatement now though, wasn't it?
And he was a damned idiot with no time for any of this crap, he'd take the blame later, it was his anyway, but right now, now there were other matters which needed attending to. This was his fault so he would be the one to at least try and set it straight. And if he could punch that smug bastard they'd captured along the way then all the better.
Walking purposefully towards the hanger his hand wasn't the only thing that hurt.
She had been different damn it, and he hadn't lied when he said he loved her.