blue flamingos

End of December: Alison/Laura

Fandom: Stargate :Atlantis

Category/Rated: Femslash/PG

Year/Length: 2011/392 words

Pairing: Alison Porter/Laura Cadman

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Author's Notes: For camshaft, who asked for Alison Porter/Laura Cadman, Tradition and sacrifice

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.


"I thought I'd find you here," Laura said quietly, sitting down next to Alison.

Alison glanced over at her. Laura was wearing what had become the Atlantis military uniform after they shut down the gate to Earth two years ago, to prevent the nanite virus spreading to the Milky Way. Like all the military who had come originally from Earth, though, she was wearing her mission patch on her left shoulder.

Laura rubbed her knuckles against Alison's bare arm, offering comfort that Alison gratefully accepted, leaning into Laura until Laura took the hint and put her arm around Alison. "What are you thinking about?" Laura asked.

Alison reached out to straighten the photograph of Alicia that hung at her place in the hall the Lanteans had turned into a memorial room before Alison had even heard of the Stargate Program. "I was wondering if she'd have preferred to be here."

Laura made a small, questioning sound.

"We sent her back to Earth, when she died. And now when we die, we're buried at sea. Or most of us is."

Laura huffed a breath at the gallows humor they'd all developed since the nanite virus had left them all unable to die unless they lost big enough pieces of themselves.

"She always said she felt at home here. She asked to come out here, you know?" Laura didn't say anything, probably because she did know – Alison knew she'd told this story more than once. "She had someone back on Earth, it ended really badly. I think that's why she wanted to come out here."

"She had family on Earth," Laura said. "Do you miss your family?"

Alison shifted, not surprised that Laura had figured her out. Laura was a lot more perceptive than most people gave her credit for. "My sister turned eighteen this year. She probably thinks I'm dead."

Laura held Alison closer. "We'll get home one day," she promised.

"I miss Alicia," Alison said quietly. "I know you wouldn't be on the team, but –"

"It's okay. I'd rather have her here and not be on the team."

Alison rested her head on Laura's shoulder, closing her eyes. Thinking about Alicia, dead three years today. Thinking about her family, about maybe never going home.

"Do you regret coming here?" Laura asked.

"No," Alison said, honestly. "No, I don't regret it."

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