A Feeling Much Like HomeRating:
You think it's fluff, but it's really angst. Really really.Word Count:
Elizabeth knows the difference.Timeline and Spoilers:
After Lifeline, obviously.A/N:
I wrote this MONTHS ago and found it... yesterday? While I was trying to find a notebook to help me study. Go figure. Also, I haven't written in this community for so long, I feel like I should slap myself. I hope it's okay that this one isn't 100 words :-( I just really wanted to post this here. Really really. *hopes this won't get her shot*~*~
The ocean sings in her ears.
It tells of the coming of the sun.
It gives her warmth, chills her soul, and reminds her of a feeling much like home.
Elizabeth turns her neck, ever so slightly, looking away from her bedroom window to see him standing behind her, a mark on his neck reminding her of where she's been and what they had been doing.
"Morning," she whispers with a soft pain in her heart she wants to ignore, but knows she can't.
She bows her head when she feels his hands on her shoulders, sliding down her arms until they wrap themselves around her stomach.
"Hey," he places kisses on her neck.
A tear slides from her eyes, "Hey."
"Something on your mind," he asks, ignorant to her tears.
"Earth?" He smiles the word into her neck.
She feels his smile and shares it, with a different sentiment, "No. Atlantis. The real John would've known the difference."
In that instance, she opens her eyes, aware of the cold table she's lying on and the angry man in front of her.
"You keep underestimating me, Oberoth." She sighs tiredly. She is so very tired, but not defeated.
Oberoth looks down on her with a grin, "That ends now."
And she can't help but wonder if it ever will.