This is short. And, like many other's, it was written as a form of catharsis in reaction to the episode "Sunday".
Title: To Immortality
Author: Tipper
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story was created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s), not me. Thank you to the amazing writers, producers, actors, crew and directors who bring these shows to life.
Rating: Gen/T – vignette
Status: Complete.
Characters: Um...whomever you think this is speaking.
A/N: I know Weir delivered Carson's Eulogy, and then they walked through the wormhole, but it wasn't enough for me. So I imagined another eulogy, one delivered...by someone else.
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Author: Tipper
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story was created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s), not me. Thank you to the amazing writers, producers, actors, crew and directors who bring these shows to life.
Rating: Gen/T – vignette
Status: Complete.
Characters: Um...whomever you think this is speaking.
A/N: I know Weir delivered Carson's Eulogy, and then they walked through the wormhole, but it wasn't enough for me. So I imagined another eulogy, one delivered...by someone else.
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He walked up next to the casket, eyes wet but not shedding any tears. He rested a hand gently atop the flag, fingers tracing the thick material, and for a moment, he just stood still. Alone with his friend one last time. Then he turned, eyes lifting to capture all the people who stood in the Gateroom, waiting for him to speak, for him to finish what Elizabeth began.
This is Carson's Eulogy.
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And when, in the grand scheme of things, we die, we do always hope to go out with a bang. Something amazing, something mind blowing, something lasting, like the chord dying out in the Cathedral after the last note has been sung.
Carson died a hero. He died saving a life, and no one is surprised by that. I would expect nothing less.
But, thing is, I'm not sure if I can appreciate Carson's death the way I could appreciate his life. Elizabeth said that his work lives on in those that he saved, and, therefore, that he lives on. And, to a certain extent, that's true. But, and here's the thing...Carson was more than just a doctor. He was more than just a brilliant scientist.
He was Carson.
He was the idealist of Atlantis -- the kindest soul, the softest touch, the bleeding heart liberal, the best friend and the true dreamer. I'm not sure anyone else on Atlantis dreams as much as they did when they first walked through that wormhole, but I think Carson did. I think he really believed that we would survive...and prevail. And not just us. He wanted everyone to live – human, Wraith, even, I would guess, Replicator, if he could find a way. Sheppard likes to think of himself as an optimist, but he was never in Carson's league. Carson truly believed.
Perhaps, because he understood, better than most, the life cycle of things, he could think that way. He knew that life moved on, relentlessly, on and on. In every family he comforted after losing a loved one, in every pat on the back he received after delivering a baby, in every gripped hand when he had to explain a life changing infirmity, in every hug he received after saying the word benign...or malignant. Life moved on all around him, and he saw that every day.
So, he remained an optimist, in the face of a reality where the only constant is that everything can and will change, and the only way to survive is to grow and change along with it.
Today, I lost a friend. I'm not going to hope he's in a better place, because I don't think there is a better place than right here. I'm just going to say that I miss him.
And that I wish I were more like him.
I wish we were all more like him.
Because, without him by our side, I'm not sure we'll remember to keep dreaming, to keep hoping, to remember how to push through when the changes come. Because more will come. Atlantis will change. We will all change.
And so, I ask only this. Don't let Carson's memory live on only in those he saved. Let Carson himself, the man, live on in all of us. Let our monument to his memory be living the way he lived, and never letting hope die.
And so I say again, and so say we all:
Thank you, Carson. For everything.
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And so I say again, and so say we all:
Thank you, Carson. For everything.
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(The title is derived from the first verse of an Emily Dickenson poem—Number 712:
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality )
- Music:Scrubs...:)


Comments
still... tearing up a bit now... but getting better.
And if Carson was Rodney's best friend, why did Weird give the eulogy??? Why???
thanks for this.
Something I spotted in watching it a second time, Rodney did speak *before* her. You see him leaving his spot standing next to the casket before Weir gave her speech. I think she's just naturally the final word giver. I just felt it wasn't enough to describe the kind of person Carson was. He was so much more than that.
John is Rodney's buddy. The one that Rodney goes to throw him off a balcony, to play sim games and chess, to protect him on away missions. Someone to challenge and fights back. John doesn't support Rodney emotionally because John doesn't do the emotional thing well himself. "We're good, right?" "Of course!" is as heavy as it gets with them.
Two good friends to fill different needs.
BTW, David Hewlett said in his MGM interview that there was a scene between Rodney and Carson in Tao that didn't get filmed because of time. David wanted to do it for the DVDs but it didn't happen. Now I'd really would like to know what that was. Maybe somebody can ask David or Paul at a convention about it.
On the two friends, I agree, they are different. I think, as has been heavily discussed in lots of other places, that Carson was Rodney's obvious friend. He liked him, and said so, and Rodney knew that. While John is the friend that, I think marf the river said this? Is accidental? Rodney just doesn't think of him the way he does of Carson, maybe doesn't think to put him in the friend category. But, at the same time, when it comes to the real emotional stuff -- like dealing with his sister or dealing with his death -- it was John he went to. *That's* what is odd. So, I think, oddly, that it's not correct to say that John doesn't support Rodney emotionally. On the contrary, Rodney seems to go to John first when he really needs to be propped up. So...it's confusing.
It does make it harder to write in fic, since we're purporting to be inside their heads, but, hell, it wouldn't be fun if it wasn't challenging, right?
Okay, I shouldn't answer comments when I'm supposed to be at work and *working*. LOL! Articulation is not my strong suit!
Oh, hey, I will say this. Liviapenn (I found this off the SGANewsletter) wrote an interesting discourse on the subject on her livejournal. It's under "Meta" on yesterday's Newsletter. I don't agree with it completely, but it has a lot of truism's in it. You should check it out!
And I love your two cents! I think it makes good sense! (No rhyme intended ).
And don't worry -- it's a common phrase for memorials and the like, but not outside that. Can't remember the last time I heard it used when it wasn't either on stage, in some commendation ceremony or at a funeral, so...there you go. Now I'm curious, though, what I would get if I googled it!
No rhyme intended, but maybe a pun? :-)
Still, I love the last scene between Rodney and Carson.
Eh, don't mind me. I think to much.
Anyhow, I thought up a fix it for that last scene, I'll copy/paste from my LJ post:
OK, as it's been bugging some people, I've thought of a possible of how Rodney could be seeing Carson in that last scene. I think it was written for the closure, and just disregard reality, so I just enjoyed it and decided not to nitpick. If you do nitpick, here's my solution: after the funeral Rodney is still upset. He decides to take something for it, so he goes to the infirmary, without thinking about that, where he of course is immediately reminded of the fact that Carson's not there. He doesn't want to ask anyone else, so he picks up some medication himself. I think by now he has enough experience with the art of voodoo that he knows his way around the medicine cabinet. As I don't have any medical experience, this is the tricky part, but there should be some medicine out there that calms you down as well as being able to mess with your head a little (aka sleepwalking, hallucinations, whatever). McKay could've picked up the wrong medicine, or taken too much, and when he takes a walk on the pier he says Carson. He needs his moment of closure, so his mind conjures his best friend.
There. That's a plot bunny in the works, take it if you want. ;-)
People should be remembered for who they were, not just what they did for a living. ("Ed was a wonderful plumber. The toilets he uncloged all over town will flush forever as a monument to him...")
Thanks Biscuit!
I'm adding "eulogizing" to the list of stuff Weir's not allowed to do any more. No diplomacy, no negotiation, no weird brittle hugs of the senior staff and for the love of God, NO EULOGIZING!
So many writers have been inspired to write tags for Sunday. It wasn't enough, but what would have been?
Love this, it's so sweet!
By the way, I never wrote SGA gen before your poem challenge, and now I've written another one (my Sunday tag!)
And your scrubs music, is it the soundtrack or the absolutely brilliant musical?
Indus
And thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
I think Sunday tags are being written because we all need some sort of resolution, you know? Each in our own way. Some are writing missing scenes, others are writing tags, I wrote a eulogy...it's the best way to deal.
Thank you again! And so COOL that you're writing! Write more! And lots! LOL!