skidmo_fic

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Title: Words Left Unsaid
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Spoilers: The Siege, pt. 1
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: It’s amazing what your mind can do in just a few seconds.
Author’s Notes: written for the

gatecreation episodes challenge.

It’s amazing what your mind can do in just a few seconds. Peter had once read a story about a man who experienced an entire prison escape in the few seconds it took his neck to snap after being pushed off a bridge with a noose around his neck.

With sufficient encouragement, you could live your whole life over in just a few seconds. More than that, you could live out your whole life as you wish it could have been. Speak to that girl you had a crush on all through school. Try out for that play you always wanted to star in. Tell the woman you loved how much she meant to you, how wonderful she was, that you would give anything to see her happy.

No one would believe this back home. Though, now that he thought of it, if any story were to get back home, this is the one he would want. Ending your life defending Earth from the worst enemies it would ever face would be a pretty good story for his dad down at the pub.

His father had always been a bit disappointed that Peter had chosen science instead of something he could understand, like shopkeeping or construction. He laughed a little to himself when he thought of what his father would say, would have said, he corrected himself, if Peter had told him of how three men with PhD’s couldn’t figure out that rock, paper, scissors wouldn’t work with three until after they’d tried.

He knew his brain was slowing time down, that there was no way he could express all the information his brain was processing in the time he had left. He knew McKay and Miller were listening to him. Waiting to hear what a man facing his own death would say in his last moment.

There was so much. So much to say, so much he wished he’d done. Even in his last moments, he knew his efforts would not be enough to destroy all three ships. When he thought of all the things left unfinished, all the words left unsaid, he realized there was only one thing he could say that could possibly convey even a fraction of what he was feeling.

“I’m sorry.”

fin

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A/N: The story referred to in the first paragraph is "Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge" by Ambrose Bierce.