A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone, I really do appreciate it, and I recognize most of you. (COOL!) Grins before getting ready to write.
This is where the story shifts time frames a little bit. That way your not getting a constant repeat of the same event.
Aiden Ford
I've never been so lost in all my life, than this day. The day that I'm holding my best friend's girlfriend. She's shaking as she cries into my shoulder. Even I can't hold it in. He's dead, and I can feel nothing but suffering from everyone around me.
I hold my head high. It feels very, very heavy. I just want to crawl away. Damn it Colonel, you've left me in charge. I don't want your command, I don't need your command. I need you.
If I had my way, I'd be sitting alone on one of the abandoned peers of Atlantis. I wouldn't be holding Teyla's broken body and spirit. All I'd have to do is try to come to terms with my own feelings. I wouldn't be in this position.
Carson's trying the usual routine when someone stops breathing, but I know it's too late, John's dead. His eyes are closed, he looks like he's in peace. I guess that's something. I'm not sure if it could possibly get any worse, but at least he's not suffering.
Teyla finally manages to stand on her own. "Thank you Aiden." She says to me, her voice a horse whisper. She then turns away and leaves the infirmary, I can hear her still crying.
I clasp my hands behind my back. Just the other day we'd been care free, talking about John's plans to marry Teyla. They would've had a future together, they had a life together. I sucks that it came down this way.
In some ways, I guess I'm glad I'm not as close to anyone as John is, or rather was. Sure, I've got friends, really great ones. They'll miss me if I die, but nothing like John and Teyla. Hell, I'm not sure Teyla will recover. I could see it in her stance, the fire had been burnt out of her, all by John's death.
Carson finally stops trying. He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do." Carson turns.
I wasn't sure if Carson was crying, but I could tell that he was hurting. He lost people all the time, some he knew, some he didn't. I knew it wasn't easy. I had my own feelings as evidence of that.
I reach for John's blanket on the table, pulling over his head. "Rest in peace Colonel." I say.
"Amen." Rodney replies very quietly.
"Amen." Elizabeth echoes.
I turn to leave myself, I can't stand it any longer. I already feel my knees getting weak. I head for the gym.