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sga_flashficTitle: Faith
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kyrdwyn
Pairing: Genfic
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Rising 1 & 2
Summary: The smuggled personal items become more important than the official one.
Notes: For sga_flashfic challenge: Personal Item. Thanks torosewildeirish for the quick beta.
"Faith"
His mother had pressed them into his hands at the last moment, before he'd left for Colorado and the SGC. He'd already packed his one personal item, an MP3 player with his CD collection on it. If he was going to be stuck a galaxy away from home, at least he could take the music of home, and the memories that accompanied the songs, with him.
But the two small statues from his mother couldn't be left behind. So he unpacked some of his gear and wrapped them carefully in a shirt, making sure they wouldn't break on the trip through the wormhole and whatever awaited them in Pegasus. To be truthful, the faith these statues represented was hard to reconcile with the idea of the Ancients seeding the galaxy with human life similar to their own form. God had created man in His image, and his priest had always spoken of God as the trinity, not an entire race of humans.
Still, on this first night in Atlantis, the mythical city that had risen from beneath the ocean, he unwraps the statutes from the shirt and sets them on the tiny desk in his quarters. Saint Joan of Arc and Saint Ignatius of Loyola, both soldiers in their lifetimes and now the patron saints of soldiers.
Knowing what he does now about the Pegasus Galaxy and the dangers that await them, he thinks these two smuggled personal items, representing a faith he wasn't sure he'd believed anymore, are now the most important things he brought with him. Faith had gotten his grandfather through Normandy safely and brought his father through Vietnam without injury.
Faith would get them back to Earth. In that, David Markham believes.
Author:
kyrdwynPairing: Genfic
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Rising 1 & 2
Summary: The smuggled personal items become more important than the official one.
Notes: For sga_flashfic challenge: Personal Item. Thanks to
rosewildeirish for the quick beta."Faith"
His mother had pressed them into his hands at the last moment, before he'd left for Colorado and the SGC. He'd already packed his one personal item, an MP3 player with his CD collection on it. If he was going to be stuck a galaxy away from home, at least he could take the music of home, and the memories that accompanied the songs, with him.
But the two small statues from his mother couldn't be left behind. So he unpacked some of his gear and wrapped them carefully in a shirt, making sure they wouldn't break on the trip through the wormhole and whatever awaited them in Pegasus. To be truthful, the faith these statues represented was hard to reconcile with the idea of the Ancients seeding the galaxy with human life similar to their own form. God had created man in His image, and his priest had always spoken of God as the trinity, not an entire race of humans.
Still, on this first night in Atlantis, the mythical city that had risen from beneath the ocean, he unwraps the statutes from the shirt and sets them on the tiny desk in his quarters. Saint Joan of Arc and Saint Ignatius of Loyola, both soldiers in their lifetimes and now the patron saints of soldiers.
Knowing what he does now about the Pegasus Galaxy and the dangers that await them, he thinks these two smuggled personal items, representing a faith he wasn't sure he'd believed anymore, are now the most important things he brought with him. Faith had gotten his grandfather through Normandy safely and brought his father through Vietnam without injury.
Faith would get them back to Earth. In that, David Markham believes.
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Date: 2005-08-23 04:13 am (UTC)Hurts. Crying now.
Damn, this is intense.