[SGA fic] Found Family

[permetaform]

bascon had a short-fic/drabble writting panel; I came in late, but I managed to get this out:

There are four ways to define home, Ford thinks.

He makes his wry smiles and brings it to his team, but cracks it wider (than he ever would, for them), full of teeth. He finds her loyalty and brings it to them, his team, little parts of Wraith that he gives to them, to put inside. He finds ingenuity, in a little man who talks fast and is cowed easily, and he finds manpower (grunts), and tries not to find them familiar.

Ford creates his home, bit by bit, assembling it out of muscle and tissue and brains, all stitched together with a sickle grin (and needlepoint).

There are four ways, to define home, Ford thinks; he has, here, created them all (again), he looks at the bobble-ling heads all around him.

And smiles.