Title: Blue Eyes

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Sam/Jack

Rating: K

Summary: Jack thinks about Sam's eyes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or any of the characters! (although I wish I owned Daniel)

A/N: This is just a little blurb I wrote the other night. I was listening to the Rascal Flatts song Oklahoma-Texas Line. It mentions a girl's long blond hair and big blue eyes and I immediately thought of Sam. Then this came to me. I think it's the shortest thing I've ever written. I don't necessarily like the ending, but it was the best way I could find to end it because I wanted it to end with a kiss. Enjoy!

Blue Eyes

Jack's POV

They are the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. From the moment I looked into them, I felt lost. If anyone ever asked me to describe Samantha Carter, the first two things I would say are: She's frustratingly intelligent and she has gorgeous, big, blue eyes. I think the best thing about those eyes is how expressive they are. And I have seen many emotions in those eyes.

I had seen sadness in those blue eyes when people she loved had died. I had been there to comfort her when her father died. I had seen her grieve many times when Daniel had "died". Many other people we knew had died, such as Janet and Martouf, so I knew that expression well, even though I hated seeing it.

I saw pain reflected in her eyes when she relived Jolinar's memories. I had wanted to hold her close when she remembered the torture and pain Sokar inflicted upon her.. That was the emotion I hated seeing the most because there was nothing I could do to comfort her. It just angered me to know that something was putting her in so much pain.

I loved seeing the excitement in her eyes when a new gadget of hers worked. Even though I never knew what she was talking about, I enjoyed watching her eyes light up. It was like a child on Christmas morning.

But the best experience of all was seeing the love in her eyes when I asked her to marry me. When I saw that look in her eyes there was no doubt in my mind that we were meant to be together. All I needed was that look in her eyes to know that she really did love me. Then I realized that no matter what pain or sadness we'd been through, the love made it all worthwhile. And now as I stand in front of her at our wedding, I see that love in her eyes again.

When the preacher says, "Jonathan O'Neill do you take this woman, Samantha Carter, to be your wife?"

I know with all my heart the answer is, "I do."

"And Samantha Carter do you take this man, Jonathan O'Neill, to be your husband?"

"I do," she says and I see the love in her eyes again.

So when the preacher declares us husband and wife, I seal that love with a kiss.

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