Ten seconds.
As he looked up into the face of his creator, his heart sank, as did the words that had just been spoken. it all sank in. He couldn't be right though, could he?
He looked to the timer on the device.
His creator was right. She had betrayed him, betrayed his trust.
How could she have done this? He had had trusted her. followed her every lead, and stood up for her and her friends.
How could Major Carter have broken that trust so freely?
As he stared at the device as it counted down, the events of the past few hours replayed in his mind. He recalled being the first to meet these aliens face to face. Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, Teal'c and Jonas Quinn. All of them had seemed frightened, and when the others had arrived, they had tried to destroy them.
He had not wanted their destruction, in any shape, way or form. He had wanted to befriend the aliens, learn of their cultures and ways.
But the creator had not let him; he had told him they could not be trusted.
And he had been right. All this time, and he should have just listened to him.
But they had seemed so willing to take them with him. He had leapt naively at the chance to escape this tormented existence. He had yearned to escape this loneliness he had felt for so long. He knew he was different. he knew he had been made wrong.
Major Carter had told him otherwise. She had said he was not flawed like the others, and for a while, he had believed her, fallen for her charms. But it had all been a rouse. It had all been to trick him into altering the device, just so they could escape, and leave them all behind. Leave him behind.
Five seconds.
He watched as the others closed in, and he felt an unfamiliar sensation sweep over him. He looked down at his hands. they were shaking. That had never happened to him before. It was odd, and he did not like it.
It was their fault. Now he would be trapped here for eternity, and it was all because they had not really been willing to believe in him, believe he was different, believe he was more like them than they could ever possibly imagine.
Four seconds.
He felt the cold stare of the creator on him, and he knew it was too late. It was too late for him to do anything now. He had failed. He had failed himself, and his own kind. They would kill him for certain now, and he would never get a chance to explore the wonder of the galaxy.
Three seconds.
The sensation grew stronger, and he felt like tearing everything in sight to pieces, but as he remembered the warm look on her face, it dissipated. He felt calm again. Even though he knew he had been so monstrously betrayed. her face calmed him, soothed him, reminded him that it wasn't all for nothing. They would live, even though he would not.
Two seconds.
He looked back up into the eyes of the others. He forced himself to look away, and back at the clock. It all came back to him again. Betrayal, deceit, and false friendship.
"She promised," he mumbled to no one in particular, hoping perhaps that Major Carter could hear him. He had helped her so much, and they had shared something so special. He had shown her that which he would never show anyone, ever. And even after all that.
One second.
"She promised."
Zero.
As he looked up into the face of his creator, his heart sank, as did the words that had just been spoken. it all sank in. He couldn't be right though, could he?
He looked to the timer on the device.
His creator was right. She had betrayed him, betrayed his trust.
How could she have done this? He had had trusted her. followed her every lead, and stood up for her and her friends.
How could Major Carter have broken that trust so freely?
As he stared at the device as it counted down, the events of the past few hours replayed in his mind. He recalled being the first to meet these aliens face to face. Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, Teal'c and Jonas Quinn. All of them had seemed frightened, and when the others had arrived, they had tried to destroy them.
He had not wanted their destruction, in any shape, way or form. He had wanted to befriend the aliens, learn of their cultures and ways.
But the creator had not let him; he had told him they could not be trusted.
And he had been right. All this time, and he should have just listened to him.
But they had seemed so willing to take them with him. He had leapt naively at the chance to escape this tormented existence. He had yearned to escape this loneliness he had felt for so long. He knew he was different. he knew he had been made wrong.
Major Carter had told him otherwise. She had said he was not flawed like the others, and for a while, he had believed her, fallen for her charms. But it had all been a rouse. It had all been to trick him into altering the device, just so they could escape, and leave them all behind. Leave him behind.
Five seconds.
He watched as the others closed in, and he felt an unfamiliar sensation sweep over him. He looked down at his hands. they were shaking. That had never happened to him before. It was odd, and he did not like it.
It was their fault. Now he would be trapped here for eternity, and it was all because they had not really been willing to believe in him, believe he was different, believe he was more like them than they could ever possibly imagine.
Four seconds.
He felt the cold stare of the creator on him, and he knew it was too late. It was too late for him to do anything now. He had failed. He had failed himself, and his own kind. They would kill him for certain now, and he would never get a chance to explore the wonder of the galaxy.
Three seconds.
The sensation grew stronger, and he felt like tearing everything in sight to pieces, but as he remembered the warm look on her face, it dissipated. He felt calm again. Even though he knew he had been so monstrously betrayed. her face calmed him, soothed him, reminded him that it wasn't all for nothing. They would live, even though he would not.
Two seconds.
He looked back up into the eyes of the others. He forced himself to look away, and back at the clock. It all came back to him again. Betrayal, deceit, and false friendship.
"She promised," he mumbled to no one in particular, hoping perhaps that Major Carter could hear him. He had helped her so much, and they had shared something so special. He had shown her that which he would never show anyone, ever. And even after all that.
One second.
"She promised."
Zero.