Pray this can't be the way

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He appreciated having a room to himself, even if it was clearly designed for a second party as well. For now, it was his alone. He appreciated that.

The room was about all he really appreciated since the attack of the crew-zombies. The idea was far more cool on paper than it was actually sitting on the roof of the Vatican, mowing down potential crewmates. Still, it was better than mowing down familiar ones. He appreciated that, too.

He appreciated the cute, glowy new look for Stacy, too.

He didn't appreciate the idea of his universe destroyed by something they'd never even gotten the chance to see--let alone fight. He didn't like the idea of being one of the last survivors of his own universe. Whether or not Ronon and Jackson counted as his own universe or another. He appreciated the cute voice. He didn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it, even if she showed him the destruction. None of this was necessarily real. He functioned within it as he needed to, but he wasn't about to fall for something SG-1 already fell for before. The zombies didn't exactly make the place more credible, either.

He frowned, studying the food goop in front of him.

His home-his family. Everyone and every thing he cared about was not gone. He wouldn't leave it to chance and hope that some of the people he cared about might have been alive--he wouldn't accept that their survival meant the deaths of an entire universe were acceptable losses. He wasn't about to accept a 'might' for saving all of them, if they did someone else's dirty work for them. That wasn't how he did things. He wouldn't be manipulated, and...he refused to believe that SG-1 failed. That Stargate Command, and all of their allies failed to protect not just their galaxy, but their universe.

He refused to believe he'd failed to do the one thing that mattered. He couldn't. Not now...not ever.

Comments

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"But it wasn't one."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He arched an eyebrow. "So?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"Then why would you take it as a compliment?" He makes NO sense to her at all.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Because." He crossed his arms, and leaned back in the chair further. "It's pre-emptive."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"You actually think I'm going to end up complimenting you?" And people thought that she was arrogant.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He shrugged. "I know my pie."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"Right. Well I don't and I have to warn you that I can be a very harsh judge," she nodded.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He lifted his palms to the sky. "Momma's recipe has suffered tough critics before. They were converted."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Right," Tempe said, not really sure if she should believe him or not. "We'll see."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "We will."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

She nods too. "Yes we will."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He offered the woman a mini-salute, and a smile.

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"I should go," she stated. Shaking her head, she turned and began to walk away. What a strange man.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Later, Doctor Brennan." He gave a small wave, and readjusted himself in his chair, taking his attention off of her to the table and food before him.

See? And now he was no longer obligated to eat the cold chowder. Not that it would have been completely objectionable to have a woman following after him all day. Given the woman, it clearly would have been strange, though. Not that there couldn't have been fun to be had, as well.

Still. Not eating cold chowder was a bonus any way you looked at it.