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TITLE: Shadows
AUTHOR: Rowan Darkstar 
EMAIL: rowan_d1@yahoo.com 
WEBSITE: http://rowan_d.tripod.com/ 
RATING: (G) 
CATEGORIES: Angst, Missing Scene, Martouf POV
LENGTH:  300 words
 

Written for the GateShip Wednesday Shorts "Jolinar's Memories" 
Challenge
 

"SHADOWS"
by 
Rowan Darkstar (rowan_d1@yahoo.com) 
Copyright (c) 2005  
  



He watches her sleep in the shadows, watches the rise and fall of 
her chest.  A distant man called Martouf remembers being alone 
and not being able to see in the dark.

The pain creases in Samantha's brow do not smooth.  He is afraid 
to see her cry.

He tells himself Samantha is not Jolinar.

Long fingers falling on his as they have done a thousand times 
mean nothing.  Blue eyes pleading with him to stop the pain have 
never looked into his own on a moonlit night at the edge of the 
Apocolypse.

He does not love this woman sleeping in the cargo bay.  He loves 
the ghost within.

Lantesh is quiet tonight.  He does not admonish.  He does not 
correct.  He does not coax.  He wants to sit beside Samantha as 
well, wants to watch her sleep.

Samantha would do anything to help her father.  Martouf 
understands this.  He tries to remember his own father, and it 
pains him to realize this beloved face has become a blur.

Selmak will not outlive Samantha.  He is strong, but he is 
nearing the end of his time.  Martouf wonders if Jacob will take 
another host, knowing he would likely watch his daughter grow old 
and die.

But they are all bound for Netu, and none of this will likely 
matter.

Martouf watches Samantha sleep.  He does not move to touch her 
hair.

He has spent a life where the cause precedes all pleasures.  He 
wonders if he should have ever let Jolinar go.

He wanted to take Samantha to the Narian Rivers and let her taste 
Nabbai Fruit.  He thinks the tang of it would have made her 
smile.

He does not love this woman.  But it's so dark in here, it's hard 
to believe.

Lantesh remains quiet.  Samantha sleeps.

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