The Boy from the Bunker - Season 6

Episode Seven, Part 4:

Episode Seven, Part 4:
Remember That I Love You

Some truths can save us, 
some take our lives. 

"River?" 

"...Elara?" Sol narrowed her eyes, blinking several times to be sure of what she was seeing. Within seconds she had pulled herself off of the ground and was hurrying to the younger girl, both of them eager to embrace the other after a long and unkind, 8 months apart. 

"Gosh, I've missed you so much," Sol murmured against Elara, squeezing her extra tight for reassurance that she wasn't alone. 

"I've missed you, too," Elara repeated back, the overwhelming feeling of seeing her again distracting her from focusing on what she had come into her mindspace for, just like when Ares appeared in her vision. 

"I wish this was real," Sol smiled half-heartedly, looking Elara up and down. She looked a lot more grown-up than she remembered: her red hair was now down to her mid-back, no longer sitting just above her shoulders from when Wynn had cut it at Atlantis' bunker, and she was taller now - maybe standing an inch or two above Sol. 

Her words pulsed through Elara and it was like there was a sudden alarm blaring in her ears. 

"This is real," Elara shook her head, stopping herself from wasting time just like Sol was, refusing to acknowledge how different she looked until they were both out of the void. 

"I'm really here, River. I came to tell you..." She scrunched up her face, unable to finish her thought. Why couldn't she remember? It seemed that whilst the blood of Elara - the True Heir was keeping Sol's body from dying, it had a different effect on her, giving Elara all the erasure and confusion from Sol's own mind. 

"Tell me what?" Sol searched, figuring out that something was troubling her. "Elara, why are you here?" 

"I-" Elara reached out, suddenly grabbing onto Sol as her knees weakened beneath her. If she hadn't been there to catch her, she would crumbled to the floor, possibly without having the strength to pull herself up. 

The young girl screwed her eyes shut, raising one hand up to her head when the pain was pounding inside of her. It should have been no surprise that the serum was working against her: the entire purpose behind it was so she could make the decisions to protect and benefit The City of Targo, but she was here - in Sol's mind space, to reverse The Alteration; to take away the Commander that had been created in her, bringing back the Sovereign - who was an enemy to The City... 

"You're dying!" Elara choked out, feeling like her own confession was poisoning her, or her body was trying to shut down to stop her from trying to rebel against the serum. 

"No, I-I'm already dead," Sol let go of Elara's hand, beginning to pace around in circles. "And it still doesn't make sense... How are you here?" Her breath seized in her chest, and the shake of denial returned to her head. "They found you? Rhea knows you're-" 

"Rhea's dead," she cut her off. "I killed her." 

"You-" 

"Yes! I did, and then Chessca attached me to this...machine,"  she couldn't even pretend to understand what it was, or how it had brought Elara into Sol's mind. "She connected me to you. So that I could tell you that you need to wake up. You need to come back, but you're the only one who can make that decision-" 

"No," Sol said quite simply. "People die, Elara. You know that," there was a reluctance in her voice, some sort of sympathy, but she pushed it away. "This is my fate. This is what I deserve."