Late Night Musings
by Catherin Rabb
I was inspired by a song called "Good Morning Beautiful". It's my first SG Fic. I can do better, but wanted opinions. So, please .. critiques!!! Oh.. and by the way
.. english is not my mother tongue.
On each mission I try to take the watch after her. I get up and crawl out of my sleeping bag, stretch and shake myself awake. She's mostly leaning on a tree and starring at the stars, occasionally glancing around. What she thinks while looking at them, dunno, but probably how far they are, whether they are gas giants or some other great space phenomenon she could explore. There's always some coffee substitute and before I go over to her, I grab a cup. When she sits there, lost in her dreams, I hate to stir her out of it. But she needs rest as much as the rest of us, if not more. Sam always saves the day, well my day anyway, and often the price is insomnia. I gently touch her shoulder. "Carter, hit the pillow, my turn." And then she gives me a smile. It's a tired, but happy one, and I claim it just for myself. She drags herself up, stretching her aching muscles and wishing me a 'Good Night, Sir'. I settle down in nearly the same position she was sitting in earlier, but I don't stare at the stars. There is something much more beautiful, much closer to me. Sam Carter. As soon as she touched her pillow, she's off in dream land. And then I watch her. So peaceful. So gorgeous. There are nights when she smiles in her dream, and I wish she would be dreaming of me. There are other nights, when she's restless. Tossing and turning. Sometimes I brush my hand over her cheek and hush her. Whisper that everything is alright. After a few seconds she calms and sleeps undisturbed. Daniel usually sleeps through it. And if not, well he knows. God I whish I could act on my feelings screw those regs. I linger just a second longer. Since that time loop thing, I dream of her. Well, I did that before the kiss, but now I'm imagining more. Making love to her. Living with her. Sharing a life. I had that once. Sarah, I loved her. But the military didn't help any. And Charlie. When Charlie died, I gave up on life. I miss my son terrible. And I still feel guilty for his dead. All I wanted was to die. That's why I accepted the mission to Abidos. A suicide mission gave me something to live for. Sam. Running into my agony like a fresh summer breeze. Okay, a summer storm. From the first second on I felt drawn to her. She saved my life. Kicked my ass. And then the loop. Woah. Not for one second do I regret that I kissed her. Only that she doesn't remember. It was the most sweetest kiss. And she kissed me back. Yes, she did kiss me back. One day we will do it again and god help me, she will remember it. Until the day comes, that I can forget about regs, forget about the others , I will watch her and be there for her as best I can. And there's a small piece of that future happiness... each mission morning she wakes up and the first thing I see that day is Samantha Carter, eyes still groogy and her ruffled from sleep, smiling at me.
[End]
by Catherin Rabb
I was inspired by a song called "Good Morning Beautiful". It's my first SG Fic. I can do better, but wanted opinions. So, please .. critiques!!! Oh.. and by the way
.. english is not my mother tongue.
On each mission I try to take the watch after her. I get up and crawl out of my sleeping bag, stretch and shake myself awake. She's mostly leaning on a tree and starring at the stars, occasionally glancing around. What she thinks while looking at them, dunno, but probably how far they are, whether they are gas giants or some other great space phenomenon she could explore. There's always some coffee substitute and before I go over to her, I grab a cup. When she sits there, lost in her dreams, I hate to stir her out of it. But she needs rest as much as the rest of us, if not more. Sam always saves the day, well my day anyway, and often the price is insomnia. I gently touch her shoulder. "Carter, hit the pillow, my turn." And then she gives me a smile. It's a tired, but happy one, and I claim it just for myself. She drags herself up, stretching her aching muscles and wishing me a 'Good Night, Sir'. I settle down in nearly the same position she was sitting in earlier, but I don't stare at the stars. There is something much more beautiful, much closer to me. Sam Carter. As soon as she touched her pillow, she's off in dream land. And then I watch her. So peaceful. So gorgeous. There are nights when she smiles in her dream, and I wish she would be dreaming of me. There are other nights, when she's restless. Tossing and turning. Sometimes I brush my hand over her cheek and hush her. Whisper that everything is alright. After a few seconds she calms and sleeps undisturbed. Daniel usually sleeps through it. And if not, well he knows. God I whish I could act on my feelings screw those regs. I linger just a second longer. Since that time loop thing, I dream of her. Well, I did that before the kiss, but now I'm imagining more. Making love to her. Living with her. Sharing a life. I had that once. Sarah, I loved her. But the military didn't help any. And Charlie. When Charlie died, I gave up on life. I miss my son terrible. And I still feel guilty for his dead. All I wanted was to die. That's why I accepted the mission to Abidos. A suicide mission gave me something to live for. Sam. Running into my agony like a fresh summer breeze. Okay, a summer storm. From the first second on I felt drawn to her. She saved my life. Kicked my ass. And then the loop. Woah. Not for one second do I regret that I kissed her. Only that she doesn't remember. It was the most sweetest kiss. And she kissed me back. Yes, she did kiss me back. One day we will do it again and god help me, she will remember it. Until the day comes, that I can forget about regs, forget about the others , I will watch her and be there for her as best I can. And there's a small piece of that future happiness... each mission morning she wakes up and the first thing I see that day is Samantha Carter, eyes still groogy and her ruffled from sleep, smiling at me.
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