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becuz i is evil
and bored.
And going home from work my god in five minutes.
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I wouldn't be here.
Sunlight. Children laughing and shrieking and playing. She turns and he's there, but he's not there. He looks younger, here. As if he's had years washed away.
A little girl comes dashing up to him. "Daddy!"
"Heya, kiddo." He picks her up and swings her around. "How are ya?"
"You're here!" The shriek ends in a giggle as he swings her around some more.
"Jack." The woman's voice is reproving.
She doesn't want to look at this woman, because she knows who she is. And who she isn't.
"Aw, c'mon, Sara, you know she loves it."
"Mama!" The little girl squeals as the man swings her upside down again. "Look, I'm flying!"
Sara O'Neill looks younger, of course. Everything looks younger on a day like today. Soft sunlight, warm breezes, laughing children. And Sara O'Neill, blonde, slim and proud. Gone was the wariness and pain and sadness that Sam had seen for that brief moment in the hospital. Even her hair gleams.
It's like looking through a pane of glass, the colors are bright and washed with radiance.
It's almost too much to look at, almost too painful to bear.
"You. You look familiar."
"I believe you are familiar as well." Martouf glanced at Sam. "This is... intriguingly strange."
"You're tellin' me," she muttered, still eyeing the redhead who was downing another shot.
"I've been making some calculations."
He grunted from where he was cleaning the fish. It was kind of cutely domestic. Yeah. The world had ended and she was thinking in cute terms. She needed a life.
"I don't think we're going to survive the winter." The words were matter of fact, but she can feel the build-up of something inside.
And going home from work my god in five minutes.
randomsgwunspam
I wouldn't be here.
Sunlight. Children laughing and shrieking and playing. She turns and he's there, but he's not there. He looks younger, here. As if he's had years washed away.
A little girl comes dashing up to him. "Daddy!"
"Heya, kiddo." He picks her up and swings her around. "How are ya?"
"You're here!" The shriek ends in a giggle as he swings her around some more.
"Jack." The woman's voice is reproving.
She doesn't want to look at this woman, because she knows who she is. And who she isn't.
"Aw, c'mon, Sara, you know she loves it."
"Mama!" The little girl squeals as the man swings her upside down again. "Look, I'm flying!"
Sara O'Neill looks younger, of course. Everything looks younger on a day like today. Soft sunlight, warm breezes, laughing children. And Sara O'Neill, blonde, slim and proud. Gone was the wariness and pain and sadness that Sam had seen for that brief moment in the hospital. Even her hair gleams.
It's like looking through a pane of glass, the colors are bright and washed with radiance.
It's almost too much to look at, almost too painful to bear.
"You. You look familiar."
"I believe you are familiar as well." Martouf glanced at Sam. "This is... intriguingly strange."
"You're tellin' me," she muttered, still eyeing the redhead who was downing another shot.
"I've been making some calculations."
He grunted from where he was cleaning the fish. It was kind of cutely domestic. Yeah. The world had ended and she was thinking in cute terms. She needed a life.
"I don't think we're going to survive the winter." The words were matter of fact, but she can feel the build-up of something inside.
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I didn't fully understand that wildly angsty AU Apoc fic. But MARTOUF! SARA! SAM ANGST! :: love you eternally ::
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And the Martouf is actually.. Monk, Martouf, Sam, and the redhead is Scully (I sense a massive silly crossover in my head...)
And the Sara thing is... dunno yet. *pokes it*
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::laughs:: Well......MORE.
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And there's scary sappy babyfic crap. *eyes Jara and Christi* Can't decide whose fault that is.
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eeeee.
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'k. ;)
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baby fic make me go eeeee!
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More, please? *cute eyes*
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There will definitely be more of the last bit. And the Jack-Sara, I need to poke at and figure out if there's actual story there... hrm.