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Kym's fault, Foe's fault, whatever.
Kym's fault: because I'm being nice and waiting until she's gone from work.
Foe's fault: because I'm watching Bab5 as it dubs, and he knew which episode was on, and, stuff.
Shortfunfic: untitled.
Rating: PG/13
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Garibaldi
Shows: Stargate: Atlantis/Babylon 5
Not. Mine.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," he says one morning.
It's the first information he's really shared about his past--he doesn't talk much about it. But then, neither does she. The past reminds her of too many things. Earth and Atlantis, and an expedition of people that she killed. There's no past, here, she likes to think.
"Do I?"
"Yeah." His hand comes up and his thumb brushes across her cheek. "She was happier, though."
"Ah." Elizabeth doesn't want to discuss her happiness, and so she turns slightly and nips his thumb.
Garibaldi half-shrugs in compliance, and drops the subject.
Later, when she's wiping the sweat from her eyes and looking down at him, she sighs. "You remind me of home."
He shifts her to the side and she curls into him. "Do I now?"
"Yes," her hand trails over his chest and she relaxes, slowly. He's given her a gift, in a way. She should return it in kind. But home is difficult to talk about, and far far away. "Sunshine and rain and grass that's freshly-cut."
"Poetic," he mocks gently.
"You remind me of stability."
Garibaldi is silent for a while, and then he chuckles, "You remind me that there are good things in life. Like leggy brunettes, sex, and sleep."
"That a hint?"
"Maybe."
She doesn't begrudge him. She can't. He's all she's got now.
=-=-=-
See? I said it was short. And pointless.
Foe's fault: because I'm watching Bab5 as it dubs, and he knew which episode was on, and, stuff.
Shortfunfic: untitled.
Rating: PG/13
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Garibaldi
Shows: Stargate: Atlantis/Babylon 5
Not. Mine.
"You remind me of someone I used to know," he says one morning.
It's the first information he's really shared about his past--he doesn't talk much about it. But then, neither does she. The past reminds her of too many things. Earth and Atlantis, and an expedition of people that she killed. There's no past, here, she likes to think.
"Do I?"
"Yeah." His hand comes up and his thumb brushes across her cheek. "She was happier, though."
"Ah." Elizabeth doesn't want to discuss her happiness, and so she turns slightly and nips his thumb.
Garibaldi half-shrugs in compliance, and drops the subject.
Later, when she's wiping the sweat from her eyes and looking down at him, she sighs. "You remind me of home."
He shifts her to the side and she curls into him. "Do I now?"
"Yes," her hand trails over his chest and she relaxes, slowly. He's given her a gift, in a way. She should return it in kind. But home is difficult to talk about, and far far away. "Sunshine and rain and grass that's freshly-cut."
"Poetic," he mocks gently.
"You remind me of stability."
Garibaldi is silent for a while, and then he chuckles, "You remind me that there are good things in life. Like leggy brunettes, sex, and sleep."
"That a hint?"
"Maybe."
She doesn't begrudge him. She can't. He's all she's got now.
=-=-=-
See? I said it was short. And pointless.