TITLE: A Fate of Death
AUTHOR: Meloko
EMAIL: faithz_angel@hotmail.com
ARCHIVE: fanfiction.net
CATEGORY: POV
SPOILERS: No spoilers come to mind
SEASON/SEQUEL: Future, Season 8 I guess but for no particular reason
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: character deaths
SUMMARY: Sam's last thoughts before she dies.
DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine; the actual story is written by yours
truly, but the characters and name etc, don't belong to me.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I wrote this a while ago, before I saw season 6 and maybe
even season 5, I just found it on a disk!
A Fate of Death
Death is inevitable. No one is invincible. After all we'd been through, the number of close calls, where we were seconds away from death I thought we could. We always seemed to escape it, but death is constantly on your heels. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, it catches up with you eventually. I guess I just invariably thought that time wouldn't be so soon. As I take my last few breathes I remember all the things I put off, but one day hoped to have: a husband, a child, the normal things. I promised myself that I would retire in a few years so I could have a child, but I guess I was waiting for the love of my life to come. I'll never meet him. If he was ever out there? I'll never get to see my dad, brother, the rest of my family again, I'll never see Cassie graduate, never experience *anything* ever again. I'll never cry, love, hate, speak, walk, sleep; the list is endless, again. I'll never feel any emotions, and do just everyday actions. I'll do nothing. Maybe I'll go to a better place. I don't know whether heaven really exists, thoughts of what happens after your dead, have always captivated me. No one can ever tell you. Would it be wonderful, better than here? Or nothing, when life is over there is nothing left. I'll know soon. I can feel my heart beat slowing down, my body starting to shut down. There's so much I could have done, but I've lived a dream. I'm fortunate. I've had a loving family, the loss of my mother was hard, but I got through it. I've never forgotten her. She was a wonderful mum, irreplaceable. But you move on, you have to. I've got the best job anyone could have asked for. In eight years I've experienced more than most people do in a lifetime. I've seen an array of people, all distinct, all individual from hundreds of different cultures. The science was more fascinating than any could ever be on Earth. I'm lucky. My friends, SG1; the best friends you could ask for. I'll never see them again. I can't even see them now: the rocks separate us. Funny, I pictured the Goa'uld being the ones to kill us, but nature ran its course. Something as normal, as earthly, as an earthquake had stopped me in my invincible race. Life is unpredictable, as death is. Each breath is harder to take, and my eyes are filled with a bright, pure whiteness, as if more layers had been added to the gauze. Goodbye everyone, you made this life worth living, you cheered me up when I was down, and you gave me happiness. Thanks for everything; it couldn't have been more perfect. Goodbye life. The whiteness envelops me. All there is silence. Just silence. Peace.
A Fate of Death
Death is inevitable. No one is invincible. After all we'd been through, the number of close calls, where we were seconds away from death I thought we could. We always seemed to escape it, but death is constantly on your heels. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, it catches up with you eventually. I guess I just invariably thought that time wouldn't be so soon. As I take my last few breathes I remember all the things I put off, but one day hoped to have: a husband, a child, the normal things. I promised myself that I would retire in a few years so I could have a child, but I guess I was waiting for the love of my life to come. I'll never meet him. If he was ever out there? I'll never get to see my dad, brother, the rest of my family again, I'll never see Cassie graduate, never experience *anything* ever again. I'll never cry, love, hate, speak, walk, sleep; the list is endless, again. I'll never feel any emotions, and do just everyday actions. I'll do nothing. Maybe I'll go to a better place. I don't know whether heaven really exists, thoughts of what happens after your dead, have always captivated me. No one can ever tell you. Would it be wonderful, better than here? Or nothing, when life is over there is nothing left. I'll know soon. I can feel my heart beat slowing down, my body starting to shut down. There's so much I could have done, but I've lived a dream. I'm fortunate. I've had a loving family, the loss of my mother was hard, but I got through it. I've never forgotten her. She was a wonderful mum, irreplaceable. But you move on, you have to. I've got the best job anyone could have asked for. In eight years I've experienced more than most people do in a lifetime. I've seen an array of people, all distinct, all individual from hundreds of different cultures. The science was more fascinating than any could ever be on Earth. I'm lucky. My friends, SG1; the best friends you could ask for. I'll never see them again. I can't even see them now: the rocks separate us. Funny, I pictured the Goa'uld being the ones to kill us, but nature ran its course. Something as normal, as earthly, as an earthquake had stopped me in my invincible race. Life is unpredictable, as death is. Each breath is harder to take, and my eyes are filled with a bright, pure whiteness, as if more layers had been added to the gauze. Goodbye everyone, you made this life worth living, you cheered me up when I was down, and you gave me happiness. Thanks for everything; it couldn't have been more perfect. Goodbye life. The whiteness envelops me. All there is silence. Just silence. Peace.