Early morning in 239/240 [NFB]

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth is muttering in her sleep, obviously distressed.


i ni ce. Ne tε se bamanankan na kosεbε

"Vous ne pouvez pas voir qu'ils meurent? Vous les tuez"

Visions of starving children, being worked to death flash before her eyes. Their eyes are empty and lifeless as they look up at her, begging for her to do something. The children have been beaten, and the repatriation of just one child makes her tear up.

A man kene. Elle est malade. Elle a le paludisme

She's watching a little girl sleep fitfully in the throes of fever, whilst the foreman of the plantation stands there.

Suddenly his eyes glow, and she backs against the wall.

"Stay away from me."

He smiles, and she realizes that they're no longer in a hut in West Africa; instead, she's back on Atlantis.

"I have no need for you, Doctor Weir. Doctor Fraiser, however, will make an excellent queen," the Goa'uld says, his voice booming. "I am most confident she will be able to keep my slaves in line."

"No..."

She tries to move, but can't. She feels another presence behind her, and turns to see Charlie. A Charlie mutated by the Wraith bug. He picks her up by the throat, and she's choking.

"It's better for Atlantis this way," he says, almost sneering.


Elizabeth wakes up screaming.


[ooc: Mali's official language is French. The other language used is Bambara.

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam gets up to heat some water. As the water heats, she quietly hunts for a mug, measures out the tea leaves, and then commences staring at the teapot as if looking for the mysteries of the universe.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth pulls her blanket tightly around her shoulders, staring off into the distance.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Janet? Want a mug?" Sam whispers as she prepares her own mug. "Liz? What do you take in it?"

There's caffeine in tea, but it's not like they're sleeping for the rest of the morning anyway.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Just milk, please."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam nods and gets out the milk. When the water is finally hot, she pours the water over the leaves and lets the pot steep.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth watches the pot do nothing, trying not to think. About anything.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam pours out the tea, pours in the milk, and hands the mug to Liz, making sure she's holding it with both hands. She gets her own mug, adds milk and sugar, then sits behind Liz on the bed, letting her lean back if she wants to, but trying to comfort her with her presence.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth takes the mug with a small smile, and cradles it in her hands.