Belonging
He called me ‘Teal’c of the Tau’ri.’
All Jaffa do that.
It flatters me, but it also wounds me.
Deeper than I shall ever admit.
Because while to him, I am nearly human, to Humans, I am Jaffa.
Foreign.
An outsider.
Alien.
I do not belong.
With Jaffa or Humans.
I have no home.
I fit nowhere.
Generally I do not mind my solitude, but there are times when the darkness threatens to overwhelm me.
A hand falls on my shoulder.
Jack O’Neill.
“So, T, what’cha doin’ tonight? Wanna catch a movie?”
Perhaps I am wrong.
This feels like home.
The End
