Hey! This is my first (and most likely the only) SG-1 fic I will write. Please be kind! If you like The Hobbit, LOTR, or Captain America, check out my page. There's lots there for you to read!
I absolutely love Jonas and Sam. Not as a couple, but as a brother/sister relationship. I know Jonas wasn't around when Sams dad died, but I changed it to fit my purposes. Please don't hate me. Sorry if this is poorly written, I just did I quick one shot. Again, please be kind. Please review! :)
Jonas hesitated at Sams door. Honestly, he didn't know what he was going to say or do. All he knew was that Sam shouldn't be alone. He didn't really know what it was like to lose someone close. His own parents had died when he was a baby, so he didn't remember them.
Sam seemed to be very close to her father. Since Jacob passed away, Sam hadn't really come out of her room. Jonas finally decided to go see her.
Jonas knocked on the door. He heard some movement inside.
"Who is it?" A tired, tear filled voice called.
"Sam, it's me. Jonas." There was no answer. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure."
Jonas carefully opened the door and shut it behind him. The light was dim, but he could clearly see Sam sitting on the edge of her bed. The blankets were pushed back, so she had been lying down. Tissues covered the floor. Sam wiped her face and tried to shove the Kleenex under her bed or under her side table.
"Is there something you need?" She asked.
"No, no there's nothing."
"Oh. Why are you here?"
Jonas knew she knew why. But, being Sam, she was trying to be strong. She couldn't let anyone see her break.
Jonas gently sat beside her.
"I haven't seen you in awhile. I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm fine. I'm just tired."
Jonas was slightly hurt that Sam wouldn't open up to him.
"Sam, you don't have to pretend."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm okay."
"You don't have to lie to me. I'm here for you, whenever you need me."
When Sam didn't even look at him, Jonas got up and started for the door. As he reached for the handle, Sam spoke.
"Jonas, wait."
Jonas turned to his friend, waiting for her to speak again.
"You're right. I'm not okay. I haven't been okay since my dad was dying."
Sam broke, pushing her forehead into her palm. Tears poured from her eyes, splashing onto the floor.
Jonas sat by her and pulled her into his chest. He soothingly rubbed her back.
While Jonas pushed his fingers from his other hand through her hair, Sam said, "I miss him so much."
"I know."
"I don't know what I'm going to do. There's the funeral, and then the long term. If it was anyone else, my dad would help."
Jonas rested his cheek against Sams head. "I am always here for you. Always."
"I guess I'm not as strong as you thought, huh?"
"Sam, even the strongest have to break sometimes. And when they do, someone has to be there to put the pieces back together."
Sam cried, letting every worry melt away for a moment.
"Thank you so much, Jonas."
"You're welcome, Sam."
Jonas held Sam for much longer. He was willing to sit with her for as long as she needed. Even when she stopped crying he stayed with her. They popped a few bags of popcorn and grabbed some sodas, then put on a lengthy movie.
Jonas wrapped his arm around Sam, and she put her head on his shoulder.
Sam may be the fighter, but Jonas was her protector.
