Fic: To Infinity And Beyond
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galaxysoupFANDOM: Stargate SG-1
RATING: PG-13
CAEGORY: angst
SUMMARY: Two friends reconnect.
SPOILERS: Fallen/Homecoming
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The things I come up with when I’m supposed to be doing my homework...
AUTHOR'S NOTE UPON REPOSTING: Originally published in the zine Foundations 6.
TO INFINITY AND BEYOND
It’s a pleasant night in Colorado Springs; clear, with just a touch of coolness in the air to hint at the approaching fall. The stars are easy to see, and this far from the city there are so many of them the sky seems solid.
On top of Cheyenne Mountain, a traitor and an amnesiac sit staring into space. The traitor sits cross-legged, his wrists dangling loosely over his knees, his head tilted back and slightly to one side, which gives him a contemplative air. The amnesiac is seated on a nearby boulder, hunched over a bit, with a styrofoam cup of something hot in one hand.
“Did it always used to be this way?” the amnesiac asks after a few minutes of silence have passed.
“To what way do you refer?” The traitor asks.
“I don’t know,” the amnesiac admits after another pause. He’s about to say he doesn’t remember, but that’s obvious to both of them. He is, after all, an amnesiac. “Did we come up here a lot?”
His companion does not respond, and after a moment the amnesiac leans over and pokes him. The traitor sighs, just a little.
“No. Not often.”
“Oh.” The amnesiac stares into his cup. “I wish we had. This is nice.”
There is another sigh, from the traitor.
“I’m sorry,” the amnesiac says immediately. “I’ll shut up.”
“It is not that,” the traitor says quickly. “I enjoy your company. It is simply...” his voice trails off. The amnesiac watches him anxiously for a moment, waiting for him to continue, and slips off the rock to kneel on the ground when he does not.
“Am I making you remember something unpleasant?” he asks, worried.
The traitor takes his gaze from the sky, finally, to look at his companion. “Why do you say that?”
“I can’t be sure, you know,” the amnesic says. “Every time I go into the infirmary, the doctor looks like she’s going to cry on me.”
The traitor lowers his head and looks at the ground.
“She did cry on me, when I first came back,” the amnesiac continues. “But nobody will tell me what I did wrong.” He sees his companion’s discomfort and drops the cup, spilling the last of the coffee, and leans forward. “Are you all right?”
“I am.” The traitor straightens. His voice is a little rough, but he’s big enough that he can get away with un-macho things like crying. “Your death was... long, and painful. It resonates with us.”
“I’m sorry,” the amnesiac says automatically.
“Do not be.” The traitor reaches out and pats his knee, awkwardly. “It is good to have you back.”
The amnesiac’s eyes narrow shrewdly. “Then why are you so upset?”
The traitor freezes, and contemplates lying for a moment, which for a man such as he is significant. “Do you enjoy my company?” he asks finally.
“Yeah,” the amnesiac says, puzzled but willing to go along with it. “You’re... peaceful. Quiet. Sort of restful.”
The traitor smiles sadly. “I enjoy your company as well. My fear is that when you regain your memories, moments like these will not occur again.” He is, after all, a traitor.
“Oh.” The amnesiac’s eyes widen in understanding. After a moment he lies down on his back in the grass, his hip just touching that of the traitor. He gestures at the sky. “How many of those have we been to?”
The traitor looks away, unsure if his worries have just been dismissed or if the amnesiac is trying to make a point. “I have lost count.”
The amnesiac reaches up and pulls on the traitor’s sleeve until he, too, lies down. “But if you had to guess?”
“Only a small fraction.”
The amnesiac nudges his companion with his elbow. “Well, we’re going to visit them all, Teal’c.”
The traitor gives a rare smile, and pokes him back. “Then I look forward to it, Daniel Jackson.”
FINIS
RATING: PG-13
CAEGORY: angst
SUMMARY: Two friends reconnect.
SPOILERS: Fallen/Homecoming
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The things I come up with when I’m supposed to be doing my homework...
AUTHOR'S NOTE UPON REPOSTING: Originally published in the zine Foundations 6.
TO INFINITY AND BEYOND
It’s a pleasant night in Colorado Springs; clear, with just a touch of coolness in the air to hint at the approaching fall. The stars are easy to see, and this far from the city there are so many of them the sky seems solid.
On top of Cheyenne Mountain, a traitor and an amnesiac sit staring into space. The traitor sits cross-legged, his wrists dangling loosely over his knees, his head tilted back and slightly to one side, which gives him a contemplative air. The amnesiac is seated on a nearby boulder, hunched over a bit, with a styrofoam cup of something hot in one hand.
“Did it always used to be this way?” the amnesiac asks after a few minutes of silence have passed.
“To what way do you refer?” The traitor asks.
“I don’t know,” the amnesiac admits after another pause. He’s about to say he doesn’t remember, but that’s obvious to both of them. He is, after all, an amnesiac. “Did we come up here a lot?”
His companion does not respond, and after a moment the amnesiac leans over and pokes him. The traitor sighs, just a little.
“No. Not often.”
“Oh.” The amnesiac stares into his cup. “I wish we had. This is nice.”
There is another sigh, from the traitor.
“I’m sorry,” the amnesiac says immediately. “I’ll shut up.”
“It is not that,” the traitor says quickly. “I enjoy your company. It is simply...” his voice trails off. The amnesiac watches him anxiously for a moment, waiting for him to continue, and slips off the rock to kneel on the ground when he does not.
“Am I making you remember something unpleasant?” he asks, worried.
The traitor takes his gaze from the sky, finally, to look at his companion. “Why do you say that?”
“I can’t be sure, you know,” the amnesic says. “Every time I go into the infirmary, the doctor looks like she’s going to cry on me.”
The traitor lowers his head and looks at the ground.
“She did cry on me, when I first came back,” the amnesiac continues. “But nobody will tell me what I did wrong.” He sees his companion’s discomfort and drops the cup, spilling the last of the coffee, and leans forward. “Are you all right?”
“I am.” The traitor straightens. His voice is a little rough, but he’s big enough that he can get away with un-macho things like crying. “Your death was... long, and painful. It resonates with us.”
“I’m sorry,” the amnesiac says automatically.
“Do not be.” The traitor reaches out and pats his knee, awkwardly. “It is good to have you back.”
The amnesiac’s eyes narrow shrewdly. “Then why are you so upset?”
The traitor freezes, and contemplates lying for a moment, which for a man such as he is significant. “Do you enjoy my company?” he asks finally.
“Yeah,” the amnesiac says, puzzled but willing to go along with it. “You’re... peaceful. Quiet. Sort of restful.”
The traitor smiles sadly. “I enjoy your company as well. My fear is that when you regain your memories, moments like these will not occur again.” He is, after all, a traitor.
“Oh.” The amnesiac’s eyes widen in understanding. After a moment he lies down on his back in the grass, his hip just touching that of the traitor. He gestures at the sky. “How many of those have we been to?”
The traitor looks away, unsure if his worries have just been dismissed or if the amnesiac is trying to make a point. “I have lost count.”
The amnesiac reaches up and pulls on the traitor’s sleeve until he, too, lies down. “But if you had to guess?”
“Only a small fraction.”
The amnesiac nudges his companion with his elbow. “Well, we’re going to visit them all, Teal’c.”
The traitor gives a rare smile, and pokes him back. “Then I look forward to it, Daniel Jackson.”
FINIS
