Fred looked up at John and found herself nodding. Deep down, she knew he was right and hearing him say the words made her feel a little better. "I know. I just wish I could've done more," she whispered. She snuggled against him again and took a deep breath as he spoke. They could do something against Bobby and she felt it was her responsibility to do something. It was only fair to her parents' memories. "I think we should do that. I don't want him to get away with this."
Taking a deep breath, Fred used the cuff of the sweatshirt to wipe her cheeks clean. "I'm glad you're here, John. I don't know what I'd do without you," she told him. "When I thought you were dead, I was going to kill Mark." Fred motioned toward the gun laying on the coffee table to prove her point. "I was going to distract Teyla and shoot him. I've never wanted to kill anyone before as much I wanted to kill him at that moment."
She pulled away and looked up at him. Fred reached up and cupped his face before giving him a soft smile. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me," she quietly said. Shifting a little, she realized how tired she was. Fred glanced over at the bed and then at John. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and we can get some rest. I'm exhausted."
Fred slowly slipped out of his arms and stood up. "I'll be in the bed when you finish. I promise." Leaning forward, she softly kissed his forehead before turning to go to the bed.