artword Challenge 007A - "Afterthought"
Title: Afterthought
Writer:
ireyah
Fanartist:nomorefrostbite
Genre: Fic and collages
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied John/Elizabeth
Spoilers: 3.03 Irresistible
Summary: She thought they were a lot stronger than that. At least, she hoped they were.
JOHN
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Sometimes during the briefings he would just sit and watch Elizabeth as she listened attentively to his team-mates’ reports, trying to find a glimpse of something that alluded to what she was thinking or feeling. Outwardly, she seemed fine. In public. It was only when she thought that she was completely alone, in the refuge of her office, or on a vacant balcony, that he saw the way she suddenly went still and her brow furrowed, deep in thought. He knew what she was thinking, because the same thing kept popping up in his mind, reminding him of the fleeting panic he felt whenever he saw Lucius touch her, touch Teyla, touch any of the other women who flocked around him adoringly us he spun his tales. Part of him wanted to kill the manipulative bastard, but not without making him suffer for what he did. The enslavement of his colleagues, his dearest friends, to a boorish pig like Lucius made John want to string the man up by his feet and cut of his… Well, Ronon had it right.
He interrogated Lucius as they flew away from the city in order to allow Carson time to administer the antidote to the man’s "charms." He remembered how the surge of anger washed up through his body and gave strength to his arms as he threw the man against the console and threatened various parts of his anatomy. Before he had been civil, even polite, but all the while one little thing niggled at him at the back of his mind, ate at his nerves until it came rushing to the foreground.
Did he touch her? Did he touch any of them?
John wanted to make him hurt, make him bleed, make him scream the way he himself was silently screaming inside whenever he thought about the power the brute had had over those under his command, those he called his own. One look into Lucius’ terrified eyes gave him the answer he so badly wanted to be true.
I wasn’t too late. Thank God.
ELIZABETH
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The thought of what Lucius could have done to her and the others made her shudder, sometimes even made her physically ill. If John had not resisted his influences and brought an end to the manipulation, they could all have been… She shook her head as if to deny the existence of such an idea. Truth be told, it terrified her, and she knew others felt the same. Beneath the outward manifestations of shame and embarrassment she observed, people hanging their heads, avoiding eye contact with others, their voices almost whispers as they conversed, she knew there was a deeper feeling of lingering panic countered by relief. They all knew that it could have gone on for a lot longer than it did.
It could have been worse. A lot worse.
That was the part they didn’t talk about, the part they didn’t even want to think about.
From experience, Elizabeth knew that people longed to be free, that it was deeply ingrained in human nature. It was why she did her job, why she got out of bed in the morning. It was why they were fighting this fight and were never going to give up. But the control Lucius held them under, the degree of manipulation he used, was the complete and utter subjugation of not only their rights but of their spirit. She couldn’t stand it. They adored him. They wanted him. They would have done anything.
That was what kept her up at night.
She though they were a lot stronger than that. At least, she hoped they were.
Writer:
ireyahFanartist:
nomorefrostbiteGenre: Fic and collages
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied John/Elizabeth
Spoilers: 3.03 Irresistible
Summary: She thought they were a lot stronger than that. At least, she hoped they were.
JOHN
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sometimes during the briefings he would just sit and watch Elizabeth as she listened attentively to his team-mates’ reports, trying to find a glimpse of something that alluded to what she was thinking or feeling. Outwardly, she seemed fine. In public. It was only when she thought that she was completely alone, in the refuge of her office, or on a vacant balcony, that he saw the way she suddenly went still and her brow furrowed, deep in thought. He knew what she was thinking, because the same thing kept popping up in his mind, reminding him of the fleeting panic he felt whenever he saw Lucius touch her, touch Teyla, touch any of the other women who flocked around him adoringly us he spun his tales. Part of him wanted to kill the manipulative bastard, but not without making him suffer for what he did. The enslavement of his colleagues, his dearest friends, to a boorish pig like Lucius made John want to string the man up by his feet and cut of his… Well, Ronon had it right.
He interrogated Lucius as they flew away from the city in order to allow Carson time to administer the antidote to the man’s "charms." He remembered how the surge of anger washed up through his body and gave strength to his arms as he threw the man against the console and threatened various parts of his anatomy. Before he had been civil, even polite, but all the while one little thing niggled at him at the back of his mind, ate at his nerves until it came rushing to the foreground.
Did he touch her? Did he touch any of them?
John wanted to make him hurt, make him bleed, make him scream the way he himself was silently screaming inside whenever he thought about the power the brute had had over those under his command, those he called his own. One look into Lucius’ terrified eyes gave him the answer he so badly wanted to be true.
I wasn’t too late. Thank God.
ELIZABETH
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The thought of what Lucius could have done to her and the others made her shudder, sometimes even made her physically ill. If John had not resisted his influences and brought an end to the manipulation, they could all have been… She shook her head as if to deny the existence of such an idea. Truth be told, it terrified her, and she knew others felt the same. Beneath the outward manifestations of shame and embarrassment she observed, people hanging their heads, avoiding eye contact with others, their voices almost whispers as they conversed, she knew there was a deeper feeling of lingering panic countered by relief. They all knew that it could have gone on for a lot longer than it did.
It could have been worse. A lot worse.
That was the part they didn’t talk about, the part they didn’t even want to think about.
From experience, Elizabeth knew that people longed to be free, that it was deeply ingrained in human nature. It was why she did her job, why she got out of bed in the morning. It was why they were fighting this fight and were never going to give up. But the control Lucius held them under, the degree of manipulation he used, was the complete and utter subjugation of not only their rights but of their spirit. She couldn’t stand it. They adored him. They wanted him. They would have done anything.
That was what kept her up at night.
She though they were a lot stronger than that. At least, she hoped they were.