SGA Fic - Tomorrow
Mar. 13th, 2008 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielHey, I finished something! Short, but finished.
McKay and Sheppard. I wouldn't call it gen, but the Sheppard/McKay is more implication than anything. Involving the events of "The Last Man." Not all hope is lost.
Tomorrow
It doesn’t matter that John disappeared months ago, Rodney still expects to hear “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” and turn to see him lounging in the entrance to the lab.
(That never happens.)
Every day that goes by without that interruption, there’s a tiny voice at the back of his skull whispering, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Because surely – surely – Rodney will have figured this out at some future point, will have sent John back to where he belongs. (With them.)
And every day he thinks tomorrow until days (weeks, months, years) fall around him like ashes. Teyla, Ronon, Sam, Jennifer gone; Atlantis, his city, his home, lost to him.
Irreplaceable.
For him.
But only in this time, in this place.
John will come back to them. He’ll walk (burst, stride, stumble) through the ‘gate. (Knock on Rodney’s door. “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” Like nothing had ever happened, like living on Earth was normal.) Explain to them all where he was, that Rodney was right; that somewhere in the future he’s the hero, too.
He’ll save the day, erase the past (future). Time will unknit itself under Rodney’s careful instructions and John’s capable hands.
Rodney will stop being the last of them left.
No one gets left behind.
Tomorrow. Maybe.
McKay and Sheppard. I wouldn't call it gen, but the Sheppard/McKay is more implication than anything. Involving the events of "The Last Man." Not all hope is lost.
Tomorrow
It doesn’t matter that John disappeared months ago, Rodney still expects to hear “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” and turn to see him lounging in the entrance to the lab.
(That never happens.)
Every day that goes by without that interruption, there’s a tiny voice at the back of his skull whispering, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Because surely – surely – Rodney will have figured this out at some future point, will have sent John back to where he belongs. (With them.)
And every day he thinks tomorrow until days (weeks, months, years) fall around him like ashes. Teyla, Ronon, Sam, Jennifer gone; Atlantis, his city, his home, lost to him.
Irreplaceable.
For him.
But only in this time, in this place.
John will come back to them. He’ll walk (burst, stride, stumble) through the ‘gate. (Knock on Rodney’s door. “Hey, McKay, whatcha workin’ on?” Like nothing had ever happened, like living on Earth was normal.) Explain to them all where he was, that Rodney was right; that somewhere in the future he’s the hero, too.
He’ll save the day, erase the past (future). Time will unknit itself under Rodney’s careful instructions and John’s capable hands.
Rodney will stop being the last of them left.
No one gets left behind.
Tomorrow. Maybe.
