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Cagey

Posted on Tue Oct 24th, 2017 @ 1:00am by Ensign Madison "Maddy" Chapman

Mission: Stargate Command
Location: Isolation
Timeline: 30 minutes after Breathing Fire

The top of her foot connected firmly with the punching bag as she spun into the blow. That bag had been taking the brunt of her anger since the airman had dropped it off on the Admiral’s instruction. Mike knew her well, if he had not provided this physical outlet she would lose it. She did not like being caged. It was one thing to be stuck on a transport for hours, but knowing the door was locked, indefinitely, was driving her up the wall. She needed to beat out the adrenaline so she could pass out. This day had been stressful in all the wrong ways.

Maddy drove her fist into the bag. Her shoulder did not even twinge in protest, benefit of magical healing powers. Though today that thought only amplified her annoyance. She should have let the medical team stitch it up, at least then she’d still feel some external pain to blame her internal strife upon.

She should be grateful. The glove saved Kim’s life and prevented any Gate related damages to the embryo. But she could not bring herself past the fact that Kim was pregnant and almost died on a mission… pregnant. She kept coming back to that fact. Maddy had known Kim and Kevin were talking about kids, but until that embryo was literally staring her in the face with blood squirting out the uterine artery, it was an abstract in the future concept. She was not ready for this.

This bag needed to hit back. She increased the force with which she hit the bag. This room was too small! She was never going to expend the kind of energy she needed to expel. Her moves came in a flurry, faster and faster, she focused in on the bag intently. This was her only chance to purge her emotions, no matter how long it took.

 

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