Title:
Possibilities
Author:
Annerb
Summary:
Looking beyond the domeā¦
Rating:
Everybody
Classifications:
Missing Scene ('Revisions')
Season:
7
Disclaimer:
The
characters mentioned in this story are the property of Showtime and
Gekko Film Corp. The Stargate, SG-1, the Goa'uld and all other
characters who have appeared in the series STARGATE SG-1 together
with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property
of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright
Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-I Prod. Ltd. Partnership.
This fanfic is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and
solely meant for entertainment. All other characters, the story idea
and the story itself are the sole property of the author.
Author's Note: This is in response to the GateShip Wednesday Shorts 'Revisions' Challenge.
Possibilities
Kendrick wonders what children see when they look at the sky. Maybe they see patterns in the clouds or just speculate about what's beyond them. He knows that his sky is nothing more than an illusion, holding back a toxic tide of their own making. But when his son's eyes travel upward, there is something there, something more than simply gazing upon a programmed memory of the way it once was. Nevin sees the possibilities, rather than the limits.
Nevin had always been different, but the arrival of the strangers just serves to highlight this fact. He can feel his heart constrict when his son clings to them and the exciting potential for something different that they evoke. His child's eyes widen as they speak of endless planets of oceans, forests, deserts and jungles.
"When I grow up, can I be an explorer?"
Kendrick swallows the briefest moment of bitterness in the knowledge that he can't provide this future, choosing instead to simply be grateful that this opportunity has presented itself. He will embrace the chance for a new life in the name of the bright spirit of his son.
Maybe they can both learn to be explorers.
"I'm going to be a gardener, like my father."
Nevin's words grate across his skin. Kendrick knows he should feel pride, but instead he is overwhelmed with a sense of disappointment that he can't quite explain.
Nevin's gaze is tied to the rough gravel beneath his feet, his fingers playing absently with the leaves of a nearby bush.
Tearing his eyes from the inexplicably disturbing form of his son, Kendrick feels the pull of the vast sky. Leaning his head back, he desperately searches for something in the wispy clouds.
All he finds is the claustrophobic press of loss.
