What's in a Name?
Rated: T (for language)
Category: Romance/Angst?
Season: 7
Spoilers: Grace
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: "Jack," she mumbled. "Excuse me?" he asked. Tag to Grace.
Note: This is my version of the reason that Jack asked that. Okay... this is bad. sorry. lol. Please R & R anyways... don't be too mean.
He watched her sleep. A concusion. Thats all. She wasn't dead. She wasn't missing limbs. She had a concussion, which in itself was not overwhelmingly fun, but she was okay, she was better than okay...she was home. He had felt this amazing lift of tension when he saw her again and he guessed the others had noticed as they now felt it safe to stand within ten feet of him without fear of losing a very valuable body part. He couldn't explain the enormous feeling of terror he had when she was missing. She had been gone. Away from him. Away from Daniel and Teal'c. Away.
But she was back now, and he was so thankful to whatever benevolent higher power had brought her back to him.
He just watched her. Watched her rest. Reminding himself that she was real, that she was home.
She stirred and he sat up a little straighter, "Hey," he said softly.
She looked up at him and he saw just a flash of the familar crystal blue before she closed them again, "Jack," she mumbled.
He froze. Just for a spilt second, he froze and wash of pure... fear... swept over him, letting him know he had heard right.
Jack.
She had called him Jack.
She never called him Jack.
"Excuse me?" he asked. If you asked him why he asked that, those stupid two words, he could come up with a million reasons. That she was in his command, that they were on a team... a million reasons why she should only be allowed to call him Sir. But the truth, the honest to God truth, was that her calling him Jack scared him. It scared him shitless. Just to hear his own name come from the mouth of the radiant girl he had looked so hard for. He realized how pathetic that was, but he was Sir and she was Carter. That was how it was. They couldn't change that. And if he started calling her Sam...
"Sorry Sir," she said, speaking more clearly. He continued talking with her while he shook off the remants of the paralyzing fear he had felt just moments before and he thought to himself that maybe next time she called him that, if she ever called him that again... he would let her. Because afterall, as Shakespeare once said, what's in a name?