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Random drunken SGA drabble about the Beckett/Cadman breakup. Cadman's last line is not mine, but is stolen directly from Aaron Sorkin's Sports Night, so give him the credit.
Carson stands, twisting his jacket in his left hand, watching Laura pack.
"You don't have to do this. We - we can work this out. Laura - "
She glances up at him, all cool eyes and set face, then shoves another jacket into her bag before striding across the room to snatch a hairbrush off the night-table. She continues packing in silence until Carson speaks again, helplessly, "Can't we talk about this?"
"No, no, we can't." The words are clipped, but it's more than he's gotten all evening.
The tight feeling in his chest is rising, and he bursts out, "What? What could we have done, other than kill them? We had to eliminate the threat to Atlantis, you know that Laura, we had no choice-"
"You could have killed them on the hive ship, instead of fucking around first, trying to make them something they're not-"
"Oh, so cold-blooded murder, that would have been better?"
She stares at the wall over his shoulder. "It would have been honest."
Carson tries to stop his teeth from grinding together. "We gave them a chance! To live, to be something more-"
Laura brings her hand down swiftly, cutting him off, one of Rodney's tactics.
"I don't want to argue about this. It's too late to change anything anyway." She yanks the bag's zipper shut and slings it over her shoulder, begins moving towards the doorway. She doesn't look at him.
He says, wearily, "What else could we have done?"
Finally, finally, she stops, looks him in the eye. "I don't know. I just - Carson," she hesitates, grief and frustration flickering across her face, "It feels - it feels like we're doing a big thing badly."
He clenches his hands together tightly, meets her stare, says nothing.
Laura lowers her eyes, and walks out the door without looking back.
Carson stands, twisting his jacket in his left hand, watching Laura pack.
"You don't have to do this. We - we can work this out. Laura - "
She glances up at him, all cool eyes and set face, then shoves another jacket into her bag before striding across the room to snatch a hairbrush off the night-table. She continues packing in silence until Carson speaks again, helplessly, "Can't we talk about this?"
"No, no, we can't." The words are clipped, but it's more than he's gotten all evening.
The tight feeling in his chest is rising, and he bursts out, "What? What could we have done, other than kill them? We had to eliminate the threat to Atlantis, you know that Laura, we had no choice-"
"You could have killed them on the hive ship, instead of fucking around first, trying to make them something they're not-"
"Oh, so cold-blooded murder, that would have been better?"
She stares at the wall over his shoulder. "It would have been honest."
Carson tries to stop his teeth from grinding together. "We gave them a chance! To live, to be something more-"
Laura brings her hand down swiftly, cutting him off, one of Rodney's tactics.
"I don't want to argue about this. It's too late to change anything anyway." She yanks the bag's zipper shut and slings it over her shoulder, begins moving towards the doorway. She doesn't look at him.
He says, wearily, "What else could we have done?"
Finally, finally, she stops, looks him in the eye. "I don't know. I just - Carson," she hesitates, grief and frustration flickering across her face, "It feels - it feels like we're doing a big thing badly."
He clenches his hands together tightly, meets her stare, says nothing.
Laura lowers her eyes, and walks out the door without looking back.
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