Author's Note: I hope you've enjoyed it so far.
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Lanna walked up to Liz, "Elizabeth, dear friend, why did you not attend meeting this morning?"
"Lanna," Liz began, smiling slightly at her close friend, "I did not attend because I do not need to. My mind is too busy to pay attention to Council today."
Lanna, a Laknee civilian, nodded, "Yes, as it has been since we revived the Spinning Circle. Please, tell me why you are so distraught over it."
"Oh Lanna, has your aged mind forgotten the event which brought me here in the middle of the War? Have you forgotten my rightful place that I have often spoken of at supper? The people with whom I belong?" Liz asked, looking up into the eyes of her elder friend.
They could live longer than humans, even longer than Jaffa, and at 222, Lanna was a young one. Her eyes alight with the fire of youth and her knowledge never failing.
"I understand your want to be with the Tau'ri, but over the past few years, you have proven your worth and your desire to be with us, on our planet. Please, Elizabeth, stay here. Drake has missed you over the past few days, we all have. Why must you remain secluded from your people?" Lanna asked, snapping her mouth shut and turning away at the last word.
"This is not my planet. I am not of the Laknees," Liz arose, turning her friend around, "I belong on Earth, with my people."
Lanna looked down, "I beg your apologies, Madame Elizabeth."
Liz raised her friend's chin with a finger, "Please, don't use my title. You are my friend, Lanna. You always have my apologies. It is I who should beg yours."
Her lengthening hair brushed against her elbows as she moved back and lowered her head.
Her friend Lanna smiled, "As you shall always have mine, dear Elizabeth."
"A storm blows over the distance", Liz changed the subject, looking straight past her friend.
"Drake was over there not 10 minutes ago", Lanna commented, her smile fading.
Liz picked up the edges of her clothes and started running on the sand, her boots indenting the sand.
Chasing after her, Lanna called, "Surely he would be back in your home by now and had sense enough to remove himself from the storm zone of this week."
Not listening, Liz continued running, she had to make sure her husband was alright. Nothing could happen to him, not while Liz was still his bride.
Catching up to where the storm was forming, Liz pulled her goggles over her eyes and scanned the area, he had to be here. Walking further into the increasingly strengthening storm, she saw him fighting to stand against the storm.
Suddenly, he flew backwards and landed a few feet behind her. Carefully maneuvering through the storm, she walked back to him and dragged him to a safe distance where Lanna was waiting.
Feeling for a pulse, she felt nothing. Tears gathered in her eyelids and she closed his. She sat back and allowed the tears to flow freely to the sand beneath her.
Liz just wanted to stick him in that sarcophagus, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. Their physiology couldn't handle it. He would just remain dead.
Lanna helped her carry him back to the village a few minutes later. They took him to his parent's house. As Laura opened the door, she knew what had happened by the look in her daughter-in-law's eyes.
Drake's younger brother Danny was called to the front of the home along with their father Councilman Dracous. Laura and Lanna allowed the men to take care of the deceased body as they lead Liz over to the couch.
"Madame Elizabeth, I am deeply sorry about this tragedy", Lanna bowed her head in respect.
Liz ignored her, and threw her goggles on the ground, "Wise mother, why did he have to die on this day?"
Her anger was boiling. Not only could she have gone home before this, she could have saved his life if she had gotten there sooner.
"My daughter, it is not known why these things happen. Please, return to your planet and recover in the arms of your first friends. That is what you must do now. Let his memory be spread and live forever with you and your people", Laura comforted in her wise old way.
Liz cried some more, grieving over her lost husband. She knew what she had to do. She had to somehow get home.
***
Lanna walked up to Liz, "Elizabeth, dear friend, why did you not attend meeting this morning?"
"Lanna," Liz began, smiling slightly at her close friend, "I did not attend because I do not need to. My mind is too busy to pay attention to Council today."
Lanna, a Laknee civilian, nodded, "Yes, as it has been since we revived the Spinning Circle. Please, tell me why you are so distraught over it."
"Oh Lanna, has your aged mind forgotten the event which brought me here in the middle of the War? Have you forgotten my rightful place that I have often spoken of at supper? The people with whom I belong?" Liz asked, looking up into the eyes of her elder friend.
They could live longer than humans, even longer than Jaffa, and at 222, Lanna was a young one. Her eyes alight with the fire of youth and her knowledge never failing.
"I understand your want to be with the Tau'ri, but over the past few years, you have proven your worth and your desire to be with us, on our planet. Please, Elizabeth, stay here. Drake has missed you over the past few days, we all have. Why must you remain secluded from your people?" Lanna asked, snapping her mouth shut and turning away at the last word.
"This is not my planet. I am not of the Laknees," Liz arose, turning her friend around, "I belong on Earth, with my people."
Lanna looked down, "I beg your apologies, Madame Elizabeth."
Liz raised her friend's chin with a finger, "Please, don't use my title. You are my friend, Lanna. You always have my apologies. It is I who should beg yours."
Her lengthening hair brushed against her elbows as she moved back and lowered her head.
Her friend Lanna smiled, "As you shall always have mine, dear Elizabeth."
"A storm blows over the distance", Liz changed the subject, looking straight past her friend.
"Drake was over there not 10 minutes ago", Lanna commented, her smile fading.
Liz picked up the edges of her clothes and started running on the sand, her boots indenting the sand.
Chasing after her, Lanna called, "Surely he would be back in your home by now and had sense enough to remove himself from the storm zone of this week."
Not listening, Liz continued running, she had to make sure her husband was alright. Nothing could happen to him, not while Liz was still his bride.
Catching up to where the storm was forming, Liz pulled her goggles over her eyes and scanned the area, he had to be here. Walking further into the increasingly strengthening storm, she saw him fighting to stand against the storm.
Suddenly, he flew backwards and landed a few feet behind her. Carefully maneuvering through the storm, she walked back to him and dragged him to a safe distance where Lanna was waiting.
Feeling for a pulse, she felt nothing. Tears gathered in her eyelids and she closed his. She sat back and allowed the tears to flow freely to the sand beneath her.
Liz just wanted to stick him in that sarcophagus, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. Their physiology couldn't handle it. He would just remain dead.
Lanna helped her carry him back to the village a few minutes later. They took him to his parent's house. As Laura opened the door, she knew what had happened by the look in her daughter-in-law's eyes.
Drake's younger brother Danny was called to the front of the home along with their father Councilman Dracous. Laura and Lanna allowed the men to take care of the deceased body as they lead Liz over to the couch.
"Madame Elizabeth, I am deeply sorry about this tragedy", Lanna bowed her head in respect.
Liz ignored her, and threw her goggles on the ground, "Wise mother, why did he have to die on this day?"
Her anger was boiling. Not only could she have gone home before this, she could have saved his life if she had gotten there sooner.
"My daughter, it is not known why these things happen. Please, return to your planet and recover in the arms of your first friends. That is what you must do now. Let his memory be spread and live forever with you and your people", Laura comforted in her wise old way.
Liz cried some more, grieving over her lost husband. She knew what she had to do. She had to somehow get home.