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Random drabblings.
Because I've been bored. SG-1.
(from 'There But For the Grace of God'... iirc. Daniel? Quantum Mirror?)
There's no time, really. She can't steal away with him to a storage closet, or plan that trip to Minnesota (complete with fishing). Instead she has thirty seconds to hold him tightly. To say goodbye. Because this is it. The end. She can feel it in her gut.
Her fingers slide into his hair for the last time, memorising the texture. The taste of his lips, the way there's that slight gap between two of his teeth. How his nose tilts just so, his eyes crinkle. How she never wants to give up kissing him. Even if it looks girly. How parts of her body fit so perfectly against parts of him.
And then that's it. There's no more time.
Dr. Samantha Carter, PhD, theoretical astrophysicist, watches the man she loves leave the control room. And knows they won't see each other again.
Ten minutes later she finds confirmation in a grenade.
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"Sir."
"Carter. Hi."
"Were you looking for me?"
"Um... Well, yeah, actually. Hey."
"Sir?"
"It'll come to me."
"Oh. K. Look, I'll get back to what I was doing and--"
"No! Wait. I've remembered. Have you eaten lunch yet, Carter?"
"Sir, it's dinnertime."
"Yeah. So?"
"...Yes, I've eaten lunch. Sir."
"So. Uh, dinner?"
"Not hungry. And I really should--Sir?"
"Yes, Carter?"
"You broke it, didn't you. Sir."
"Um... Maybe?"
"Sigh. Colonel, I would appreciate if you wouldn't touch anything when you're in here. There's very sensitive equipment, and... Sir?"
"It's all right Carter. I'll, uh, I'll go bug Daniel."
"Sir, I--Sir!"
"What?"
"I didn't mean to insult you, it's just..."
"I know. How about I get you some coffee, Carter?"
"That would, uh, that would be nice, sir. Thank you."
"All right then. I'll--go get you coffee. Maybe stop and see Daniel."
"You do that, sir."
"Carter?"
"Sir?"
"I really didn't mean to..."
"I know, sir."
(random conversation with Ryss)
< Lyssie> "Mr. President, if you don't let me keep Carter while I conduct scandalous relations with her, she says she'll blow up a sun."
< Alryssa> "It might even be ours."
< Alryssa> "Doctor Jackson?" "Uh... he's... not lying, sir."
< Lyssie> Seven. Fucking. Years. And she still can't have him. He's a Jackcicle. Although, I suppose Pete is useful.
< Alryssa> He is still alive, I suppose...
< Lyssie> Well, yeah...
< Lyssie> ...he'd better be.
< Lyssie> Sam could snap. That wouldn't be good.
< Lyssie> "Hey, what happened to Earth?" "Sam Carter broke." "Oh. So. Anubis lost?" "Yeah."
< Alryssa> Earth's ultimate weapon: A sexually frustrated major. A very, very, VERY sexually frustrated major.
< Alryssa> To quote Daniel: "We're all going to die."
(from Grace)
"Jack."
She says it with the same tone that the other her did. It's been four or five years now, but he can still hear the relief and love. And it kills him to the core to know he can't respond. He can't go up to that bed--and, god, it's been hard to sit here and not move over and hold her hand. She's almost died. Again. And he can't even tell her that it feels awful. He can only look at her, then cough, and reprimand her gently.
Because this is his Sam. And he has no right to her.
(from 'There But For the Grace of God'... iirc. Daniel? Quantum Mirror?)
There's no time, really. She can't steal away with him to a storage closet, or plan that trip to Minnesota (complete with fishing). Instead she has thirty seconds to hold him tightly. To say goodbye. Because this is it. The end. She can feel it in her gut.
Her fingers slide into his hair for the last time, memorising the texture. The taste of his lips, the way there's that slight gap between two of his teeth. How his nose tilts just so, his eyes crinkle. How she never wants to give up kissing him. Even if it looks girly. How parts of her body fit so perfectly against parts of him.
And then that's it. There's no more time.
Dr. Samantha Carter, PhD, theoretical astrophysicist, watches the man she loves leave the control room. And knows they won't see each other again.
Ten minutes later she finds confirmation in a grenade.
=-
"Sir."
"Carter. Hi."
"Were you looking for me?"
"Um... Well, yeah, actually. Hey."
"Sir?"
"It'll come to me."
"Oh. K. Look, I'll get back to what I was doing and--"
"No! Wait. I've remembered. Have you eaten lunch yet, Carter?"
"Sir, it's dinnertime."
"Yeah. So?"
"...Yes, I've eaten lunch. Sir."
"So. Uh, dinner?"
"Not hungry. And I really should--Sir?"
"Yes, Carter?"
"You broke it, didn't you. Sir."
"Um... Maybe?"
"Sigh. Colonel, I would appreciate if you wouldn't touch anything when you're in here. There's very sensitive equipment, and... Sir?"
"It's all right Carter. I'll, uh, I'll go bug Daniel."
"Sir, I--Sir!"
"What?"
"I didn't mean to insult you, it's just..."
"I know. How about I get you some coffee, Carter?"
"That would, uh, that would be nice, sir. Thank you."
"All right then. I'll--go get you coffee. Maybe stop and see Daniel."
"You do that, sir."
"Carter?"
"Sir?"
"I really didn't mean to..."
"I know, sir."
(random conversation with Ryss)
< Lyssie> "Mr. President, if you don't let me keep Carter while I conduct scandalous relations with her, she says she'll blow up a sun."
< Alryssa> "It might even be ours."
< Alryssa> "Doctor Jackson?" "Uh... he's... not lying, sir."
< Lyssie> Seven. Fucking. Years. And she still can't have him. He's a Jackcicle. Although, I suppose Pete is useful.
< Alryssa> He is still alive, I suppose...
< Lyssie> Well, yeah...
< Lyssie> ...he'd better be.
< Lyssie> Sam could snap. That wouldn't be good.
< Lyssie> "Hey, what happened to Earth?" "Sam Carter broke." "Oh. So. Anubis lost?" "Yeah."
< Alryssa> Earth's ultimate weapon: A sexually frustrated major. A very, very, VERY sexually frustrated major.
< Alryssa> To quote Daniel: "We're all going to die."
(from Grace)
"Jack."
She says it with the same tone that the other her did. It's been four or five years now, but he can still hear the relief and love. And it kills him to the core to know he can't respond. He can't go up to that bed--and, god, it's been hard to sit here and not move over and hold her hand. She's almost died. Again. And he can't even tell her that it feels awful. He can only look at her, then cough, and reprimand her gently.
Because this is his Sam. And he has no right to her.
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So. Suckered. :D
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Wow, you really did go back in time...
Hee.
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