My Lover

It Can't Be, Right?

Evan can't believe his eyes. How is it possible that Rosie, his best friend, the woman that knows him better than anyone, and who's supposed to be back at the SGC, is now standing in a quarantine room in Atlantis? It can't be her, right?

Excusing himself, Evan walks out of the room, needing some fresh air, the air in the room all of a sudden to stuffy for him. He can hear that Weir and Sheppard are following him out.

-"Lorne, who is she?" - Sheppard asks.

-"That is Dr. Rosalie Williams. She's a linguistics expert at the SGC, going off-world with teams whenever we needed someone to translate Goa'uld language and Dr. Jackson wasn't available. We did a few missions together before I was assigned to the Atlantis expedition and over time we became friends. The last time I saw her was when I crossed the gate to come here. This doesn't make any sense. She's supposed to be back on Earth, at the SGC. How is she here?"

-"Major, are you sure this is Dr. Williams?"

-"As sure as I can be just by looking at her, Ma'am."

-"I need to inform the SGC of what is happening and see what they can tell me. In the meanwhile, we're following protocol."

Evan nods, knowing that until they can verify Rosie's identity, only senior officers can talk to her. He watches Weir walk away, leaving him with Sheppard.

-"Lorne, I have to ask, are you telling us everything?"

-"I am, Sheppard. Rosalie and I... We have a bond forged in fire, that is why we gotten to be as close as we did."

Sheppard doesn't need to ask what Lorne meant by that. He had read Lorne's file when the man first arrived on the city, so he knows what he means by that. They walk back inside, watching the woman, that is either gonna be thrilled to see her best friend alive or is gonna break his heart, pace the room.

Standing near the window and looking down at the room below, Evan can't stop wondering what could possibly have happened for Rosie to end up in the Pegasus galaxy, and just how long has she been out there without anyone knowing.