May. 31st, 2009

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Hi... So... I'm not really sure how this works, but I'm going to put more effort into trying it out. :)
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Because I'm in a little bit of a hurry to get this posted... I don't know if the challenge has a time limit.

Also, I suck at titles.

Title: Nothing
Fandom: SG-1
Characters: Cassandra (one of my favourites, not going to lie), Daniel Jackson, mention of Sam Carter and Janet Fraiser.
Timeline: Set during the end of Heroes, part II
Disclaimer: I own nothing connected to the Stargate franchise blah, blah, blah.
Dedication: 
For kiki_eng and readbystarlight, because it's all their fault

Written for the "sad song" challenge, and I really hope I get the hyperlink right. :)

            It was like any other hospital. Nurses bustled, doctors hurried, patients were wheeled in and out, people chatted, some patients slept. Nobody paid her any attention.

            That wasn’t entirely true. They just weren’t paying her any attention anymore. From the minute she arrived at Cheyenne Mountain there had been an almost constant stream of people trying to give her hugs, saying how sorry they were and what a great woman her mother was, shaking her hand, asking her how she was feeling. Cassie didn’t know how to respond to it all. She’d felt like a little kid again, mute and clinging to Sam for support. The worst was when one officer had said Cassie looked so different from her mom. He was gone before she could respond although she still wasn’t sure what she should have said.

            Now though, Sam had been called away to deal with some diplomat. Cassie was alone, curled up on a hard chair off to the side of the infirmary, holding her knees to block the gaping hole that had formed in her chest.

            There was nothing left. Nothing. Cassie nearly choked on that thought. She hadn’t thought she would feel this way again. Hadn’t thought it was possible to have her whole life torn away for a second time.

            Gently a hand rested on her shoulder. She tried to shrug it off, the last thing she needed was another doctor telling her how much they respected her mom. But the hand stayed firm, then “I’m sorry.”

            She looked up. Daniel was looking down at her, his eyes full of… something. Sorrow maybe, grief, pain, perhaps even resignation, but not pity. That was surprising, but also let her relax a bit. Everyone so far had looked at her with such pity she felt they didn’t believe she could stand on her own. Even Sam’s face had been full of pity when she’d picked Cassie up.

            Then she remembered what Sam had told her about Abidos. Daniel had lost his people as well, or at least, the people he had adopted as his own. “I guess you know how I feel.” She croaked, expecting him to say it, but not quite wanting him to.

            “No, I don’t” he answered, “Doesn’t matter how similar our situations are Cassie, or how much Janet meant to me. Nobody can know exactly how you feel.”

            She sniffed into her sleeve, “I don’t think anyone’s lost their family twice.”

            He waited until she looked up at him before saying quietly, “Both my parents died in an accident when I was a kid. ‘Bout the same age as you when you first came here.”

            “I didn’t know that.”

            “It’s not something I talk about much.”

            She wiped at her eyes, “How did you cope?”

            “It takes time, but I had my grandfather at least, sort of.”

            She stared at the sleeping patient nearest to them, not wanting to voice the fears building up inside her, but knowing she couldn’t avoid it. “I don’t have anybody anymore.”

            He crouched until they were eye to eye, and gently turned her head to face him. She couldn’t avoid the tears that came as she stared at him. Daniel, who’d been like an uncle to her; who’d taught her not only about Earth but about people on worlds across the galaxy; who had never hesitated to speak to her as an adult; and who, she was just realizing, had lost nearly as much as she had. He blinked tears from his own eyes before saying: “You’ve got us.”


Not great I know, but let me know what you think.
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So... I should really be doing homework, considering I've already posted twice today, but I thought I should mention something of vital importance.

I like dedications.

Yup, it's true. Even if no one knows who the person is, even if the person will never ever read the story or even know it's been dedicated to them, I like the idea of stories being for someone, whether or not they were the inspiration or what.

That is why all my stories have dedications. Don't like it? tough. Want me to dedicate a story to you? Well it takes me a while to actually sit down and write things, but let me know and we'll see what happens. :D

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