Dark Mirror
Disclaimer: I do not own SGA's characters.
A/N: This will be my first attempt at a serious drama type of McWeir story…so I guess we'll see how it goes! Please review, although I must admit I've calmed down now about that stuff (a month ago I panicked if I didn't have more than five reviews w/in the first couple of hours I posted…oh well, newbie-itis I suppose) Enjoy!
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Elizabeth sighed as she sank back against the headboard. She was exhausted. She hadn't really considered the amount of effort it took to direct the operations of an entire city when she had agreed to the job…not that I'd have said anything different if I had, Elizabeth thought ruefully, admitting her own insatiable thirst to rise above the ordinary. Sliding, Elizabeth tucked herself under the covers and allowed her head to fall backwards against her pillow. I just wish I'd have had an inkling…then I could have packed…something…Elizabeth's inner dialogue began to trail off as sleep filtered through her consciousness. Snuggling into her pillow and moving her feet firmly inside the warmth of her blankets, Elizabeth gratefully let her subconscious take over the controls. Quiet settled over the room as the lights dimmed and went off completely, and Elizabeth's breathing sank into a soft, easy rhythm.
Swoosh.
The door to Elizabeth's quarters slid open quietly. For a moment, the corridor was empty. Then, slowly, a shimmering pool of liquid crept in through the doorway, winding it's way towards the bed. With a flick of a tendril, the door slid closed again. Cautiously, the liquid began to bunch up, folding in on itself until it formed the shape of a large spider. The only sound in the room was the rustle of the bed sheet as the spider-like creature crawled up the bed and across Elizabeth's chest. She slumbered onward, unawares. Hesitantly, the creature looked down upon the sleeping form and extended a leg to touch her on the cheek. When Elizabeth showed no sign of stirring, the spider quickly scuttled toward her ear, extending a set of long, thin fangs. With a decisive lunge, it sunk them into the victim's neck, leaving behind two small red marks no bigger than a pinhead. Shrinking, the spider unraveled to again become a puddle of reddish liquid. Contorting again, it began to form a rope of liquid which poured itself into the holes in Elizabeth's neck, until all that remained of the incident were the two red dots tucked away behind Elizabeth's earlobe.
Sorry about the lack of McWeir in this chapter…don't worry, It's coming!
