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theatrical_muse: A Memory of Summer
The first sunset I ever see on Earth, I am with Daniel.
I spend the afternoon, begging for him to take me out of the mountain. It occurs to me, at this time, that I have seen so much of the universe, so much beyond the Stargate, but so little of this rock they so lovingly call Earth. I grow restless and weary of the dark walls of the complex and the artificial glow of the television, a pass-time Teal'c wishes I would grow much fonder of.
As suppertime approaches, Daniel caves and promises to take me out. No one else wants to come. Sam fiddles with some charts in her lab and tells me she's far too into her study of something that I couldn't possibly pronounce. Teal'c assists her in his quiet and gentle way. I look at Daniel across the table, and in his eyes reflects a certain discomfort that I fear is caused by his realization that it's going to be me and him.
Like a date.
I don't bring it up because I'm smarter than that, I know the dirty look he is bound to give me so I'll save it for the next time he and I go somewhere alone. But this, I know, is our first date, and the heavy silence that bears down on us as he drives to the restaurant is stifling. But, I can't shake that feeling that I get when I am alone with him. Like the world has stopped spinning and it's him and me and nothing else but the gentle lull of him breathing and the dark brown specks in his eyes.
The air is warm; summer is beautiful on this world, not much like mine at all. My world is often cold and mostly barren, and my father could never take me to a restaurant. On my world, only the wealthy and well-bred eat outside their homes. Here on Earth, it's different. Daniel and I sit on a patio outside, the air hangs heavy with spices and warm laughter, and over the horizon of the buildings the sun is setting. Red, oranges, blues, purples; all the colours I can dream splash across the warm air, and Daniel is quite as I watch my first Earth sunset, in the first warmth I have felt in ages, so different from the cold of space.
I turn to thank him but the look in his eyes tells me it is unneeded, that I must not break my charade, I must not care and I must not falter, I must not show a weakness to beauty because then he will know I am a lie.
In silence, I bask in the summer warmth, the glow of the sunset and the reflection of Daniel's dark eyes in the dusk.
I spend the afternoon, begging for him to take me out of the mountain. It occurs to me, at this time, that I have seen so much of the universe, so much beyond the Stargate, but so little of this rock they so lovingly call Earth. I grow restless and weary of the dark walls of the complex and the artificial glow of the television, a pass-time Teal'c wishes I would grow much fonder of.
As suppertime approaches, Daniel caves and promises to take me out. No one else wants to come. Sam fiddles with some charts in her lab and tells me she's far too into her study of something that I couldn't possibly pronounce. Teal'c assists her in his quiet and gentle way. I look at Daniel across the table, and in his eyes reflects a certain discomfort that I fear is caused by his realization that it's going to be me and him.
Like a date.
I don't bring it up because I'm smarter than that, I know the dirty look he is bound to give me so I'll save it for the next time he and I go somewhere alone. But this, I know, is our first date, and the heavy silence that bears down on us as he drives to the restaurant is stifling. But, I can't shake that feeling that I get when I am alone with him. Like the world has stopped spinning and it's him and me and nothing else but the gentle lull of him breathing and the dark brown specks in his eyes.
The air is warm; summer is beautiful on this world, not much like mine at all. My world is often cold and mostly barren, and my father could never take me to a restaurant. On my world, only the wealthy and well-bred eat outside their homes. Here on Earth, it's different. Daniel and I sit on a patio outside, the air hangs heavy with spices and warm laughter, and over the horizon of the buildings the sun is setting. Red, oranges, blues, purples; all the colours I can dream splash across the warm air, and Daniel is quite as I watch my first Earth sunset, in the first warmth I have felt in ages, so different from the cold of space.
I turn to thank him but the look in his eyes tells me it is unneeded, that I must not break my charade, I must not care and I must not falter, I must not show a weakness to beauty because then he will know I am a lie.
In silence, I bask in the summer warmth, the glow of the sunset and the reflection of Daniel's dark eyes in the dusk.