Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of Stargate: Atlantis or it's characters.
A/N: I wrote this after watching 'Trinity' again. I wanted to write a longer piece, but it will take a while. If people would still like to read it; let me know. My other story 'If I were in Atlantis' has not been forgotten, I promise.
Dear Dr. Elizabeth Weir,
To start, I wish to apologize about what happened on Doranda. I made a mistake and I realize that. I was trying to… to make sure Collins death wasn't in vain; but in the end it was. I truly believed I could make it work, but I couldn't; instead I blew up 5/6 of a solar system. You've already received my apology; this is my resignation. I'm leaving Atlantis, for good. I will never return; of this I am certain. I don't want you to blame yourself for my mistakes; you have enough to worry about. My ego and arrogance got in the way of my commen sense, and look what happened.
People are always depending on me to save the day at the last minute; and it usually involves John Sheppard getting all the glory, but I'm not complaining. Hell, he deserves it more than I do. I thought I was infallible, but I guess I'm only human. No, no I'm not. I'm lower than that. I thought I was allowed to make mistakes; but obviously I'm not. So I can't stay here; because I know I'll screw up again and get more people killed. Radek will be a suitable replacement; he'll probably improve things around here. You or anyone else won't have to worry about my complaining of condescending or any of my other bad traits. I wish you and the rest of the expedition the best in the time to come, and good luck.
I'm sorry I can't be the superman you all need. I'm truly sorry Dr. Weir, but I have to leave; I don't belong here any more.
Goodbye,
Dr. Rodney McKay.