Yup, found this in a little notebook. I had forgotten Id written it. So, I decided to post and see how you guys liked it!
Disclaimer: Dont own. Poo...
Dedicated to Kiri, the love of my life.
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John Sheppard was not the kind of person who could be defined as either being in the shadows, or the light. He was not a murderer, a mindless killer, bent on revenge. He was not an innocent soul, never knowing any kind of violence. He was simply in between. He just was. There was too much killing and death behind him to be classified as being in the light side, just as there was too much compassion and kindness, too much love, to let the shadows take over.
So, it came as a bit of a shock when he pulled a gun on his teammate.
But, no on believed he would pull the trigger. They trusted in the light that burned within him to shine through. They knew it wouldn't let him hurt, let alone kill, his teammate.
But, they hadn't known that the shadows had slowly been taking over. They had dismissed the warning signs as stress. The smile as he killed the wraiths, it must have been because of nerves, they reasoned. They laughter that rang so unnaturally from his mouth, it was just a release from the burden of being major. They refused to believe what, in their hearts, they knew. Insanity had taken over, destroying the light.
When he finally pulled the trigger, they knew, saw the insanity in his eyes, saw the shadows, the darkness.
Rodney was killed instantly, the bullet impending itself within his heard.
John Sheppard had never been defined as being in the light or shadows. Until now. The shadows had dragged him in, as the light slowly died. He no longer was between the shadows and the light. He now lived in the shadows of his insanity.
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