Stargate SG-0
A/N: Aren't I nice, to update today as well as yesterday. I'll throw you guys a bone: this is not the end. I wanted to write something which could have been a tragedy, but there's going to be a happy ending to this one. Read on, Macduff!
You have blasphemed the name of the Ori. As punishment, you will spend the rest of your natural lives ten miles from the one whom you love the most. In your heart you will know this, but you will never leave your village. Those who escaped through the Stargate may indeed attempt their mission without interference, for they will surely fail. Equinox is the village you will be exiled to.
They ended that sentence with a preposition...Oh, Jack...
In her hut, Cherra and Genajor were talking. They discovered much in common – both women had spotty memories, and both had a deep, profound sadness buried in her heart. Cherra explained, "My parents adopted another child when I was twelve, difficult and argumentative. A few years older than I. He was so handsom, but torn apart over the deaths of his parents, and he hid it by being very brash and abrasive. I fell for him the moment I saw him, but he was still so sad from is family that he wasn't capable of feeling anything else. Besides, we were siblings. That first year, I did my best to be there for him, especially when one time he fell out of a tree and was quite badly hurt. There started to be hints that maybe he felt something for me too, besides brotherly affection. Over time, things just got clearer. We loved each other desperately, but in all that time, we never even kissed. Not even when my sister died – he just said 'C'mere', all gruff, and held me close.
Then, one day, he said an Oro had appeared to him in a dream. She – it was definitely a she, he said – told him that there was life over the edge of the world, and she would guide him through the evil there to Heaven. I told him not to go, that she was one of the Others, but he wouldn't listen. He told me that no Other would be able to hide the evil that permeated its being, and this 'Oma' had bared her soul to him. He's suffered a terrible fate – worse even than death – but I just can't shake the feeling that he's still out there, waiting. Waiting for me to trust him and come join him, just over the horizon."
Genajor sighed, wiping a tear away. "I almost wonder if that isn't worse."
"What do you mean?"
"I know that I loved a man, and he loved me, oh – so much! But I can't even remember his face."
"Oh, you poor soul!" The two women embraced, sobbing. They spent the rest of the day talking, "of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings" but carefully avoiding any sensitive subject. Finally, they went to bed, exhausted but firm friends; Cherra on her couch and Genajor in the bed, each separately crying until she could cry no more, after which she slept.
A/N 2: STILL looking for a beta. Anyone? Please? As long as you've seen Nine and Ten so far, I'll accept with alacrity.
A/N 3: an Oro is the singular of the Ori. And no, you aren't supposed to be able to tell whether Cherra or Genajor is in fact Sam Carter. That's for me to know and you to guess at. Just press that pretty purple button! ;)