Emily walked with feigned urgency through the city. She just wanted people to leave her alone. Faking was the only way she could get any peace during the daytime. She knew that anyone who approached her with so much as a greeting she would go ballistic.
She flexed her hands, trying to release the anger swirling inside of her. It had been so hard not to use any of the powers that normally came with the ability to ascend. Emily knew that once she released her grip on her self-control, nothing would stop her. Rodney would be dead in and instant . . . and so would Zelenka.
Zelenka. He had tricked her into seeing the psychologist. He had betrayed her trust. The only person in the city she had any trust in, the only person who saw her as more than just a way to better the human race. She stopped suddenly in the middle of the corridor, nostrils flared and fists clenched. She couldn't control her rage.
"Emily! Good to see you. I was wondering something," a younger scientist began as he approached her from behind.
She turned around and glared at him.
"Hey, is something wrong?"
Emily let out a sound similar to a battle cry. She charged at him at full speed, ramming into his slight body and knocking him over the guardrail lining the floor. He toppled head-over-heels in slow motion with Emily clinging onto him. They descended to the gate room in what felt like slow motion. The impact echoed through the scientist's body and into hers as they crashed into the floor.
All stared in silence at what they had just witnessed. Seconds went by before Emily had completely checked that everything was intact. Slowly, she lifted herself up with a grunt. Gasps sounded off around her. Apparently, none of the bystanders had realized whom it was that sent the scientist tumbling over the edge; let alone the idea that she would rise up completely unharmed. She wished the same could be said for the man who had set her off.
He was a crushed and bloody mess, like a bug smeared a bug on the sidewalk. The sight made Emily's heart shoot into her throat. Slowly, she backed away from the sight. It had to bee a dream it just had to be. Reality set in when the silence was broken by shouts for a medical team. Her name was being rattled around the room like a ping pong ball and it seemed like the entire city was flooding into the room.
Panic took over and she bolted, forcing her way through the crowd. Tears were streaming down her face. She had killed someone. She had taken a life. People were calling for her to stop, but she ignored them. Emily had to get away. She faded out of reality and let her legs carry her away.
"Why couldn't I have just ascended?" she mused aloud as she stared into the ocean.
Emily knew how to ascend. The process had been drilled into her since the day she started school. The process had been studied and she had memorized every part of it. The only thing that was keeping her planted in her body was the need to stay where she was. There was something she needed to do. If only she could remember what.
"Emily," a soft voice said from behind her.
"Hello, Dr. Weir," she replied with a sigh. She knew what this was going to be all about.
"I want to talk to you about what happened earlier."
"You can save your breath. I feel bad enough about it."
"I'm aware of that, but-"
"Just leave me alone!" Emily replied in a pained voice.
"Fine. Just tell me what happened."
Emily sighed. "I . . . I don't know. It all happened so quickly. I guess I just lost it and he happened to get in the way." She turned away from the outlook and walked over to Dr. Weir. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going for a walk." With that, she left Weir standing alone on the outlook.
"I can't believe she did that," Teyla remarked after a long period of silence. Dr. Weir had called a conference again.
"What's stranger is the psychological report said she was clear. Whatever caused this must have happened fairly recently," Dr. Weir commented.
"I think we started it," Zelenka interjected.
"How?" Sheppard inquired.
"She didn't want to she the psychologist and we made her go anyway. She probably not very happy with me right now."
"Oh yeah, make this all about you," Rodney said, an edge in his voice.
Zelenka sighed. "You don't understand. I'm the reason Faulner's dead. Emily trusted me and I deceived her."
"This isn't your fault," Weir began. "We don't even know-"
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I have to talk to her."
"Now might not be the best time," Ronon commented.
"He's right," Sheppard began. "Maybe I should go."
"Hold on. That might not be the safest thing," Weir added. "Maybe she should see a psychologist again."
"Oh you know how that worked last time."
There were a few moments of silence before Weir spoke. "Fine. You can go John. Just be careful."
He nodded.
"Dismissed."
Slowly, everyone got up and left. All were wondering how Sheppard's conversation was going to go.