This is my first Stargate fic and I wrote this one because I haven't wrote in along time, it's to clear my head. It's Daniel/Sam, so if that bothers you in any way, don't read it.
This is a random idea that I just came up with. Where the story comes from doesn't really matter for this story, and there's no season spoilers at all.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, at all, which is sad.
"Cater, take him to the car."
"Yes, sir."
Samantha Carter pulled an injured Daniel Jackson into the back seat of the government issued SUV.
He was beyond badly injured. The scars and cuts buried his once smooth skin and gushed out blood that was already covering the back seat.
She didn't want to leave him, she couldn't. He was dying and he needed a doctor, now! It was 20 miles till the next town, let alone a hospital, which could be anywhere.
She laid Daniel's head in her lap and looked out the window. The sun was beginning to fade beyond the fire wretch trees. O'Neill was talking to the other SG team that were injured but not as bad as Daniel.
"Why aren't we leaving," she screamed to nobody.
Daniel stirred. "Sam?"
"Yeah, Daniel-"
Daniel began to struggled to rise up.
"Sam, I can't see. Why can't I see?"
Oh, God. "I don't know, Daniel.
He wrapped his arms around Sam's neck, as if afraid of the dark.
"Daniel, are you okay?" It was a stupid question, of course he wasn't. She returned his "hug".
He began to whimper. "I'm fine. It's just..."
"What Daniel?"
"It's nothing." He moved his face in front of her, as if he could see her face that way.
"Sam," he continued, "are we alone here?"
She found it a peculiar question but answered it anyway. "Yeah, Daniel, why?"
He smiled, that wonderful smile, that always brightened her day.
"I'm dying, Sam. There's no denying it, I'm going to die. I just wanted to tell you, I love you, Sam."
Sam was flattered but surprised. It was the last thing she excepted him to say.
He continued, "I've never told you and I've always wanted you to know."
It sounded very 'final words' to Sam.
"No, Daniel. Don't worry you'll have all the time you need to tell me." Her eyes began to water. "Please, don't die on me. Please, Daniel."
He smiled again. "I'd give anything to see your face, one finally time."
Sam smiled.
"Kinda corny, I know," he chuckled. "I want to live so I can tell you every single day how beautiful you are. I don't think you realize it."
Daniel, with difficulty, brushed the tears away from Sam's face.
"Don't cry. I love you and I won't you to be happy. Promise me?"
"Yes, Daniel. I promise."
She looked into his shocking, blind, blue eyes. There lips tingled with the closeness. Not wanting it to end but wanting to kiss him, Sam enclosed the space between them.
Daniel's lips were smooth and soft, as where his kisses. Then they broke apart.
"Daniel," she said when she gained her breath back, "I love you, too. Oh, yeah," she reached up and ruffled his hair, "and you have no idea how cute you are."
They both smiled and kissed again.
I'll see you one of these days. I love you, Sam." With that his face fell, as well as his body, onto Sam.
He became very heavy. She knew it was over.
"Oh, god," Sam held Daniel close to her. She screamed the louder then she knew she was capable of, to release her angry and grief.
O'Neill and the others rushed over.
"Sam, you okay?"
"He's dead," she screamed. "Why didn't you do anything?"
"I'm sorry, Sam. There was nothing I could have done. It was already over."