A/N: This is a set of five hundred-word drabbles that are all CadmanMcKay. Probably angsty because I feel like angst. And "madd" amounts of M&Ms to the people who can figure out what songs the titles are from. The titles are segments of song lyrics. In other words, enjoy.
i. with those eyes baby it's like you place a finger on my heart
The man eyes him with a steel resolve that frightens him somewhat. His theats are sound, and he knows it. But just because he likes to torture them, he brings her out. He watches as the man slices clean cuts across her flawless skin, first in places that won't cause death. And then, he wraps an arm beneath her neck, slides the cool blade beneath her chin, kisses her neck, and smiles as he slides the blade across her throat in one movement. A clean line of blood. He can't get the image of her eyes out of his mind.
ii. one two three four five six seven all good children go to heaven
It's supposed to be a routine exploration of a planet. But nothing is ever routine. They go, and sure enough, there's a huge pile of ruins smack in the middle of nowhere. He begins to read the Ancient writing chiseled into the wall when the darts come. There's too many of them. They share a look of fear and determination. They both know they're probably not going to get out of here alive. She is taken before he can shoot at them or do anything. He can't do anything but watch with unabashed horror as the Wraith consume her life.
iii. speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces
This is groundbreaking, a landmark in the history of their inhabiting an Ancient outpost in the middle of the Pegasus Galaxy. The first wedding to ever happen at Atlantis. And unlike everyone's guess, it's not John and Elizabeth, shockingly. It's Beckett. And while he doesn't like to be bitter, he's never been fond of the Scots. The whole idea of haggis makes him sick to his stomach. Or maybe he's just jealous. But he watches as she walks down the aisle, bouquet clutched to her chest, eyes tearing, emanating beauty. God, how he wishes he could tell her his feelings.
iv. and in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make
They are the last ones in the control room, the last two people that Death has yet to sink his scythe into. He knows he'll fail. And he's the one holding the city together. The Wraith are barraging their city, attacking them with everything they've got. And they've got a lot. And he's trying to save them with a few toothpicks and rubberbands, trying to save hundreds of lives, and he's exasperated. The controls spark and fizzle at his hands when the fire starts to break out. There's no way out. He grabs her hand, and waits for the burn.
v. can't you see that she's not sleeping?
You sit by the bedside, watching and waiting. You hope she'll wake up. In fact, you're investing all your hope into a deity that probably doesn't exist, probably doesn't even want to listen to your whining, especially after all that you've bitched to him about. Carson says you've never spent this much time in the infirmary…ever. You hold her hand, and her eyes flutter. Your heart skips a beat. Maybe she's waking up. And she does. She sits up and awakens. But you can tell. You can see that from the second her eyes open, it's not her. "Laura is…indisposed."