Title: Evil

Author: Villemo (villemo112@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: As usual: I don't own them, be nice, don't sue me.

Summary: The evil out there in our own world... Sam&Jack.
"'Bombs exploding at train stations - Militia leaders being assassinated - Body's being…' No."
It's real short, please read and review:)

Spoilers: just some for real life, unfortunately.

AN: watched the news one day…

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[Evil]

She turns off the TV.
'Bombs exploding at train stations
Militia leaders being assassinated
Body's being…' No.
She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the cushion behind her.
- What the hell is going on with the world?
How can people do things like that to each other?
Here. On earth.
Her people.
It scares the living daylights out of her.

She'd almost managed to forget the evil out there; out here, in her own world.
She's focused on fighting the…'galactic bad guys', so that the state of her own planet 'would' pass her by. She's made it out to be some sort of peaceful paradise. A place where bad things simply don't happen. Just because.
Because she needed somewhere to come home to. She needed somewhere she could feel safe.
But now; now that she has a 'someone'; she thought she wouldn't need the 'somewhere' anymore.
So she turned on the TV. She turned on the news. She ripped away her denial, and let the world in… – But as the images of crying children, and battered human beings, reached her eyes; imprinted themselves on her retina and travelled to her mind; she realised that she wasn't really ready – that she'd probably never truly be ready.

She opens her eyes, and let them stay with -follow- the man walking towards her.
He looks tired, she thinks. His hair more white than grey now. The line between his eyebrows a constant. She just wants to reach out and smooth it away.
She wishes she could…
The white cotton dressing on the side of his head moves as he squints his eyes against the bright light in the living room. He dims it.
And sits down beside her.
She reaches out for him; takes his hand in hers; and curls up against him.
One of his arms finds its way around her shoulders...

"Did you know our world was so evil?" she enquires, quietly.
He sighs, and absentmindedly rubs the back of her hand with his thumb, as he replies:
"Yes. I've known for a long time…"


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