At Peace (PG) by Miriel (Missing Persons)
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sga_flashficTitle: At Peace
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miriel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ladon/Sora implied.
Author's Note: I wrote this as a comment fic, but realized it fit too well not to put it up over here instead. 451 words, general spoilers from Coup d'Etat, possible spoilers from The Return, but nothing you'd notice.autumn_whispers gets credit for the prompt.
Summary: Sora wasn't the only one hurt when her people abandoned her.
It's a shock, when he sees her again. Like the rest of the team that survived the siege on Atlantis, Ladon had assumed Sora dead in the duel with Teyla.
Now, he knows that he was wrong to trust the words of another, but at the time his grief had blinded him. Everything had happened at once, upon his return. Sora died, and a week later Dahlia had begun to show signs of the sickness. From there on, the only thing he could work toward was the salvation of his people. He could see the sickness in Cowen, so different from the tremors that shook his beloved sister.
Cowen was sick at heart, entrenched in the old ways and unwilling to question them; the plans had been laid generations ago, and must be infallible. Ladon felt that the plans were incomplete, like an equation with too few variables taken into account.
They had not counted on the city of the ancestors being more than myth. They had not counted on the Wraith waking. And they certainly had not counted on the newcomers who refused to surrender the fight and leave the Genii to their own business.
Upon reflection, Ladon knew he had been guilty of a similar ignorance. Among the Genii, science meant seeing, tasting, touching. If you did not see it, a thing did not happen. Sora's death had happened beyond his view, and he had believed Kolya's words that she was slain. Her death shattered his training, in a way that few things had the power to do.
Her life shattered his faith in his cause, rebuilding it in a way he could never have foreseen. He found her quite by accident, when the Athosians had insisted he attend a small gathering on the new world they had settled. She had been tanning hides from a recent hunt, skin dark with exposure and hair kissed with the light of the dying sun. That wasn't what gave him pause, though. It was the fact that she looked happy; her spirit shone unburdened in a way that he could not remember ever having seen, not even in her childhood.
He wanted to go to her, to embrace her and welcome her back to her people. Instead, he turned away, and requested to be taken back to the city. He still loved her; he had known it when she died, and he knew it now that she was among the living again. He couldn't take her from the peace she'd found amongst these simple allies. If he could give her nothing else, he would fight to give her a safe life in the sun.
That night, he swore alliance to Atlantis on behalf of all his people.
~ Finis ~
Author:
mirielRating: PG
Pairing: Ladon/Sora implied.
Author's Note: I wrote this as a comment fic, but realized it fit too well not to put it up over here instead. 451 words, general spoilers from Coup d'Etat, possible spoilers from The Return, but nothing you'd notice.
autumn_whispers gets credit for the prompt.Summary: Sora wasn't the only one hurt when her people abandoned her.
It's a shock, when he sees her again. Like the rest of the team that survived the siege on Atlantis, Ladon had assumed Sora dead in the duel with Teyla.
Now, he knows that he was wrong to trust the words of another, but at the time his grief had blinded him. Everything had happened at once, upon his return. Sora died, and a week later Dahlia had begun to show signs of the sickness. From there on, the only thing he could work toward was the salvation of his people. He could see the sickness in Cowen, so different from the tremors that shook his beloved sister.
Cowen was sick at heart, entrenched in the old ways and unwilling to question them; the plans had been laid generations ago, and must be infallible. Ladon felt that the plans were incomplete, like an equation with too few variables taken into account.
They had not counted on the city of the ancestors being more than myth. They had not counted on the Wraith waking. And they certainly had not counted on the newcomers who refused to surrender the fight and leave the Genii to their own business.
Upon reflection, Ladon knew he had been guilty of a similar ignorance. Among the Genii, science meant seeing, tasting, touching. If you did not see it, a thing did not happen. Sora's death had happened beyond his view, and he had believed Kolya's words that she was slain. Her death shattered his training, in a way that few things had the power to do.
Her life shattered his faith in his cause, rebuilding it in a way he could never have foreseen. He found her quite by accident, when the Athosians had insisted he attend a small gathering on the new world they had settled. She had been tanning hides from a recent hunt, skin dark with exposure and hair kissed with the light of the dying sun. That wasn't what gave him pause, though. It was the fact that she looked happy; her spirit shone unburdened in a way that he could not remember ever having seen, not even in her childhood.
He wanted to go to her, to embrace her and welcome her back to her people. Instead, he turned away, and requested to be taken back to the city. He still loved her; he had known it when she died, and he knew it now that she was among the living again. He couldn't take her from the peace she'd found amongst these simple allies. If he could give her nothing else, he would fight to give her a safe life in the sun.
That night, he swore alliance to Atlantis on behalf of all his people.
