Love's Labor's Lost
Chapter 2
Stones of Troy
They don't end up with much time to figure everything out because, unfortunately, the Ori ships make better time than the Priors had even thought. They approach the Supergate within five days, and a woozy feeling hits the pit of her stomach, just as it did last time.
"You okay?" Cameron stands beside her, still a little shaky and uneven with his steps. If they would have let her keep the healing device, he'd be completely fine by now without the latent pain where Tomin's staff nearly ripped through his spine.
The Ori were nice enough to heal him up—at her behest, rather, her threat of self harm and therefore harm of their precious Orici—they saved his life, but left him with the pain and the wound which she dresses daily.
She doesn't know what happened to Tomin, if they killed him, or if they decided he was due for a promotion since Cameron didn't seem readily able to lead a siege.
She hasn't seen the man since he killed Seevis without a second glace, since he tried to kill her husband because of the word of a fake religion, but if she does get the honor of seeing him again, she'll make sure he understands the pain that he's caused them both.
Still remembers him smiling up at Denya as she burned alive.
Remembers him trying to persuade Cameron to leave her in the village square because it was what the Priors had decreed.
"I don't have a good feeling about this."
Her hand lays across her stomach, not rubbing or coaxing their child who spins within her but trying to protect. The feeling, the notion, flaring within her.
"What should we do?"
He's hunched beside her, trying to ignore his own pain to wane her fears.
The ships line up with each other, as they lead the front of the formation. They have most of the key players aboard, the leaders, the higher viewed Priors, the Doci—a horrible man she tries to avoid at all costs—and herself, of course.
The mother of the Orici as everyone's taken to calling her.
Making her dress in extravagant blue gowns that hug her curves, her stomach hosting their revered leader even though the little one isn't even born yet.
"We should have stayed put." Is her answer, offering him the smallest grin full of remorse.
It was her to try and sacrifice herself to save an entire galaxy. Knew it was the wrong choice as soon as Lorne fired upon the in the Al'kesh.
As the ship starts towards the Supergate, he reaches out, leaning into his elbows against the window ledge, holding her hand, and together they disintegrate into the blue and back to their galaxy.
A/N: Chapter title borrowed from Shakespeare's The History of Troilus and Cressida