Title: Once Upon A Time
Author: watimissyou (this fic is not mine!)
Rating: K
Pairing: JS
Summary: old feelings never die...
I don't own WAT or its characters, I just borrowed them for fun.
A/N: a friend of mine wrote this fic. She doesn't have an account here and so I lent her mine. If you want to feed the author leave a review here or send a pm and I'll let her know. FFnet's rules don't let me write her email here.
Once Upon A Time
Samantha rubbed her eyes and switched her computer off. She felt tired and every part of her body ached fiercely. She had to go and see a doctor, Finn repeated it every time they met. 'I will, I will', she promised, but there she was.
She looked around. The office was silent, why had she always to be the last one to go home? She turned toward Jack's office. The light was on, could she doubt it? She stood up with difficulty, took the walking-stick she had learnt to use lately and slowly walked in the direction of Jack's office.
She stopped, looking at him from a distance. His hair was all white now, his wrinkles had grown deeper, but still she couldn't help feeling something inside every time she looked at him. How could he still be so under her skin? How was it possible she felt a shiver running down her spine, even now? Spade, you're crazy, she silently told herself.
She knocked at the glass door. Jack raised his eyes and gestured her in. "Still here? Isn't anybody waiting for you at home?"
"They didn't let Brian come home from the hospice, this week. He's not so well, lately."
"Who's Brian?" Jack asked.
Samantha sighed. Jack's memory was playing him weird tricks, lately. He was the same old bulldog in his job, but he had difficulties remembering normal life, from time to time.
"Brian. Finn's father."
"Oh yeah, of course." His eyes sparkled. "So you're alone tonight?"
"I am. Jeff ….. " She paused, detecting an unanswered question in Jack's eyes. "Jeff, Finn's son ….. My grand-son."
"Yeah, I know" Jack lied.
"Of course," Sam smiled. "Jeff promised to take me to some play one of these nights, but not this week. He's going to pass an important exam at the university and he doesn't want to get distracted."
"Children …. They grow up fast, don't they?"
"They do. Where's Hanna now? I think I lost track of her movements."
"Central Africa. She's organizing an orphanage with her husband, in a country down there."
"That's good. And how are things with her?"
"Always difficult. But where's the news?" He stopped, looking at her. "When did it happen you cut your hair?"
Sam touched her hair. "Fifteen years ago?"
"Really?"
Sam felt a sudden wave of tenderness. Was it possible that she still loved him? Even after so many years, after all they had gone through? Even if it seemed he hadn't seen her for ages?
She approached him and touched his face with a soft caress. "Anyway, like I said, I'm alone tonight" she whispered.
Jack put a trembling hand behind her neck, pulling her face close and kissed her lips. "This is great."
Sam turned around Jack's chair and hugged him from behind. "So, you're ready?"
"Always been."
After all, they could start all over again, Sam thought pushing Jack's wheel-chair toward the lift. There was always time for a new beginning.