It had always been about the team. It had always been about her safety. It had always been the team's safety before hers. And I havealways loved her. For once though, I wish it did not have to be about the team. For once, I wish it could just be about us. How much longer must we wait before we may worry about ourselves for once? For it to be about slow kisses and fingers tangled in hair and bodies pressed together and legs intertwined, I would give everything. And I fear what would become of her if I should take that risk. What would become of us. What would become of the team. Because love is a weakness we cannot afford our enemies. And as leader, I cannot sacrifice my entire team for the love of a beautiful alien.