The Color of a Lie
PLOT: Sam and Jack finally get together. But it isn't a fairytale ending. Drabble. Not for s/j shippers.
They were laying in the same bed but they may as well have been in different universes. Sam was reading, Jack was watching a rerun of the Simpsons. No talking was done, but on the bright side, no arguing was occurring either. Everyone had expected rainbows and fireworks to go off when they finally got together. And that's exactly what happened. For a month or so.
The dream of Sam and Jack was more beautiful than the reality. Fighting the odds is what they called it. It was so poetic. They planned on carrying out a long distance relationship, planned on fighting to stay together. Planned for so much with one exception, they hadn't expected or even imagined that they could hate each other.
To Sam, after Jack had felt that he had her bagged, he stopped trying. Stopped caring. He was cold and distant, and cruel. Whenever she was gone when he tried to visit, he threw accusations of unfaithfulness even though they had yet to be backed up. But unlike his false accusations, Sam had seen Jack's cheating heart multiple times. They had talked of being together in the same place. But he always found the most pitiful excuses.
'Sam you can't give up your career, it's far too promising.' Or 'Sam you would hate it here, I know I do.' Or his latest excuse and promise, 'Just hold on a little longer, you don't see these vultures wanting to destroy the SGC program. I'm needed here.'
Still she would ask him to give it up. If he really loved her, he would do anything to be with her. His reply was simple. 'I am here with you now, isn't that enough?'
At times she would trying to carry futile conversations. Mentioning normal things that came up on occasion with long term couples. Sam would mention marriage, kids or any future. Jack would say he wasn't ready. Too much baggage. Sam strongly accepted that fact and said she was ready to bear his baggage. Hiding behind false chivalry, he claimed he could not let her do that. He was too damaged.
So the topic was dropped. Just like everything else. Sighing she looked over at his face, usually creased with turmoil, was now etched with peace. How Sam couldn't understand. Jack O'Neill was his own special phenomenon, one she was coming to find, that she wasn't qualify to tackle. She thought back at times that were easier, simpler, more pleasant between them. And she realized all those times had been when they were on the same flag ship team.
Which is ironic in itself. The time which should have been more tense and difficult with things having been left unsaid, words of desire and love, proved to be the opposite. He finally noticed her. Finally took her in.
"What's wrong Sam?" The circle of Life had seem to intrude at the most inopportune moments. When they first met, Jack called her by her military rank. Then Carter, then and only in times of distress such as impending death or tragedy, Sam. And when they gave each other a try, it was Samantha. Sam had never relished the full feminine name before, until she heard it upon Jack's lips. And she thought it was a sign of their fate. A sign that they were meant to be. But she was wrong. Now, he had failed to call her Samantha for the longest time, he had reverted to Sam and in a manner of time she had little doubt it would be Carter.
"Nothing Jack. Nothing at all, I am just tired." Tired was the most inadequate but also the most telling word of how she felt. She was tired and sucked dry.
((Okay, so slightly longer than a drabble? But anyways, reviews are wonderful. Even if it's just to tell me how horrible a person I am for making such a strong anti S/J story….lol.))