[ Elizabeth would know that voice anywhere. From a distance, up close, muddled with static through radio interference.
It's strange, really, how little it can take to make the world drop out from underneath a person. And as she turns sharply towards the sound of his voice in spite of herself, tracks his progress through the crowd with wide eyes, she spares a thought for how... unfair it is that Carson Beckett could ever be used to inspire that feeling. A man as solid and reliable as any of her best and brightest, maybe even a little bit more than most, a man who only ever acted with good intent.
A healer. ]
Carson?
[ (This can't be real, she thinks. The virus, the nanites, somehow reactivating and trying their hand again-- except that he's one of the reasons they were shut down, and beyond all else, that's something that she trusts to stick. Something that she has to trust, needs to trust.)
They mentioned different worlds, different realities, during the orientation. They mentioned their portal plucking people away from different points in space and time, and everything that Atlantis has seen in the past couple of years supported the possibility. She just... hadn't considered the full ramifications until now. The depth of that possibility, assuming anything their presentation offered was the truth. ]
I could say the same thing to you. [ Maybe she shouldn't buy this, any of it, but her breath leaves her in one short burst, catches some spark and lights up, eyes overbright. Because maybe it's real, maybe it could be, and she's always been an optimist at heart.
Carson Beckett, hale and whole and right in front of her. An impossible piece of home where she'd started to expect she wouldn't be finding any for a while yet. She sure feels like she's about 10,000 years old. ] If I knew you were here somewhere, I would have--
[ Elizabeth reaches out to grab his forearm, shakes her head while she tries to find words. There are so many things in play here, so many things she doesn't know. Not just about this place, but about Carson as he stands. About what he might know. If he's even from the same place. More than plenty of reasons to need to hold herself together.
She can't pretend that seeing him right now doesn't lodge something sharp and heavy and complex in her chest. She can't pretend she isn't overjoyed, isn't slightly terrified that this is where the dream dissolves.
She can hold herself together. ]
I don't know, I would have called? I know I don't have a very good track record with calling, but given the circumstances.
[ Yep this is great, very together, she can even make a joke at her own expense. ]
welcome to feelings hell it's a box where i type feelings
It's strange, really, how little it can take to make the world drop out from underneath a person. And as she turns sharply towards the sound of his voice in spite of herself, tracks his progress through the crowd with wide eyes, she spares a thought for how... unfair it is that Carson Beckett could ever be used to inspire that feeling. A man as solid and reliable as any of her best and brightest, maybe even a little bit more than most, a man who only ever acted with good intent.
A healer. ]
Carson?
[ (This can't be real, she thinks. The virus, the nanites, somehow reactivating and trying their hand again-- except that he's one of the reasons they were shut down, and beyond all else, that's something that she trusts to stick. Something that she has to trust, needs to trust.)
They mentioned different worlds, different realities, during the orientation. They mentioned their portal plucking people away from different points in space and time, and everything that Atlantis has seen in the past couple of years supported the possibility. She just... hadn't considered the full ramifications until now. The depth of that possibility, assuming anything their presentation offered was the truth. ]
I could say the same thing to you. [ Maybe she shouldn't buy this, any of it, but her breath leaves her in one short burst, catches some spark and lights up, eyes overbright. Because maybe it's real, maybe it could be, and she's always been an optimist at heart.
Carson Beckett, hale and whole and right in front of her. An impossible piece of home where she'd started to expect she wouldn't be finding any for a while yet. She sure feels like she's about 10,000 years old. ] If I knew you were here somewhere, I would have--
[ Elizabeth reaches out to grab his forearm, shakes her head while she tries to find words. There are so many things in play here, so many things she doesn't know. Not just about this place, but about Carson as he stands. About what he might know. If he's even from the same place. More than plenty of reasons to need to hold herself together.
She can't pretend that seeing him right now doesn't lodge something sharp and heavy and complex in her chest. She can't pretend she isn't overjoyed, isn't slightly terrified that this is where the dream dissolves.
She can hold herself together. ]
I don't know, I would have called? I know I don't have a very good track record with calling, but given the circumstances.
[ Yep this is great, very together, she can even make a joke at her own expense. ]