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Fic: Facade

I wrote this about a week ago and thought I'd post it. Short, tiny, not much of anything, thing ;)

Title: Facade
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Eight
Spoilers: Reckoning Pts 1 and 2
Category: Angst
Character: Sam
Summary: Victories can be bittersweet
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Felt it was needed. Vignette.

Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be printed anywhere without the sole permission of the author. Realize this is for entertainment purposes only; no financial gain or profit has been gained from this fiction. This story is not meant to be an infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned establishments
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She had to be strong. She had to be tough.

That's what she kept telling herself.

But if she were to be honest with herself, she was falling apart. The job kept her focused, allowing her to push aside the turbulent emotions that churned within her. She was a soldier, brave and strong, and she couldn't show weakness on the field, not in front of her superiors, not in front of her friends, and certainly not in front of her father. She wore this brave face and wore it well.

Deep down, she just wanted to break and have someone tell her that in the end it would all be fine.

Daniel was dead. He was truly gone this time. Oma Desala wouldn't come and offer him a better alternative. Would she?

No, logically it was impossible for Daniel to be alive. She had to face that fact.

She had to move on or the doubt and uncertainty would kill her.

But even when she did put it behind her, how could she ever forgive herself? She knew that her replicator double had been responsible for taking Daniel. A cold machine that was just a reflection of herself, a creature that she had trusted, and allowed to escape.

The replicators were gone. Daniel was gone.

She had to be strong. She had to be tough.

Silently, she slid to the floor of her office and began to cry.

It was a lie.
Tags: fic: sg-1/sga gen
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