: They're not mine.Summary
: Kate seeks help for her nightmares.Notes
: This story was originally written for the 2008 sg_rarepairings Fic Battle
for the prompt "darkness."
The first time she came to see him, it was in the darkness of the Atlantean night. He hadn't expected her, but realized belatedly that he probably should have. She stepped just inside the doorway when he answered, and stood there silently, shivering.
"I shot him," she said at last, voice flat.
"You saved lives," Sheppard said. Which was true, and probably not very helpful under the circumstances.
"He didn't deserve to die."
No, he agreed silently, but that didn't mean they'd had a choice. She'd never killed anyone before, he realized. He felt a certain wonder at that, living as he did surrounded by soldiers and scientists who carried guns as easily as laptops, and with his own first kill so far in the past. But of course, realistically, most of the scientists had never killed. They carried guns, but they didn't use them off the firing range. Most of them weren't McKay, weren't crazy enough to follow him into the complete unknown, and those who did tended to leave the killing to the soldiers. As for Kate, well, there wasn't generally a lot of cause for the base psychologist to leave Atlantis. But earlier today…
M3X 892 had been overlooked by the Wraith for generations, until one day they found it again. The people had no preparation for that sort of devastation--only a few old stories about a danger they'd mostly believed was legend. The few survivors were numb, had no coping skills. Severe PTSD. And so Kate had come, to bring what comfort she could.
"You had no choice."
"He was only a child!" She'd begun crying then, and he'd pulled her into a hug.( Continued )