In the Line of Duty

by A. Magiluna Stormwriter

Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Author's Notes: This piece was written in a 15 minute time span during the first day of my Playwriting I class on 26 September 200. we were given an assignment to write a monologue based on a transplant, either receiving something or giving something up. For the sake of the monologue, the actual transplant did not have to be medically possible. Well, considering I'd just gotten back from Gatecon, with all the talk about Martouf, Sam, and Jolinar, it seems little wonder that this came out of that assignment.

"You never know what you've got till it's gone."

I guess that old cliche really does apply here, doesn't it? I never wanted you in the first place. You overwhelmed me as only your kind can. I had no say, had no free will to stand up to you. And yet, you still managed to worm your way into my thoughts, my soul, my existence. Pun completely intended. Completely and utterly. But that doesn't matter now.

All of your memories, both from before and now, will always be with me, bubbling unbidden to the surface at the least opportune moment, causing me to question my sanity. As if I haven't been anyway. You died, and in your death you saved me. So selfless and still so damned arrogant in your presumption to do this. You had no right. You had NO right to do this to me. You used me, made me accept you, willing or not, and them sacrificed yourself for my greater good. And now I'm supposed to go on? Act like it never happened? Pretend I don't see the stares, both of pity and revulsion? Pretend I don't hear what they say?

You are, were, and always will be a pompous ass as far as I'm concerned. You said you chose peace, but did you come to me in peace? No, you overpowered me and forced me to do your will. No matter what else I may feel for you over the course of my life, I will always hate you for that...and for leaving me your legacy. The cause was just, but what of the means? I mourn your memory to those you lost, and all the while I will curse you for doing it to me. You are not of me and yet you are. And so I'm torn between respect and hatred...and it's all because of you and your cause.

And yet I'm going to miss you.