Title: Facade
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Eight
Spoilers: Reckoning Pts 1
and 2
Category: Angst
Character: Sam
Summary: Victories can be
bittersweet
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Felt it was
needed. Short Drabble.
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She
had to be strong. She had to be tough.
That's
what she kept telling herself.
But
if she were to be honest with herself, she was falling apart. The job kept her
focused, allowing her to push aside the turbulent emotions that churned within
her. She was a soldier, brave and strong, and she couldn't show weakness on the
field, not in front of her superiors, not in front of her friends, and
certainly not in front of her father. She wore this brave face and wore it
well.
Deep
down, she just wanted to break and have someone tell her that in the end it
would all be fine.
Daniel
was dead. He was truly gone this time. Oma Desala wouldn't come and offer him a
better alternative. Would she?
No,
logically it was impossible for Daniel to be alive. She had to face that fact.
She
had to move on or the doubt and uncertainty would kill her.
But
even when she did put it behind her, how could she ever forgive herself? She
knew that her replicator double had been responsible for taking Daniel. A cold
machine that was just a reflection of herself, a creature that she had trusted,
and allowed to escape.
The
replicators were gone. Daniel was gone.
She
had to be strong. She had to be tough.
Silently,
she slid to the floor of her office and began to cry.
It
was a lie.