Disclaimer: Oh to own SG-1, what a sweet, sweet dream to have. And just like dreams it fades away. lol. Not mine, i don't make any money.
A/N:Okay I started this one a long time ago and just found it again. It would help me to finish it if I got some feedback, so now I'm posting it. R & R! Thanks!
No Goodbye
Sam stood outside the dark house, rain streaming down her face. She didn't know what to do or where else to go. He was the only person she trusted. She had to talk to him, but why couldn't she move? It was cold, wet and she'd been standing there for almost an hour.
She watched as the porch light turned on, and he opened the front door. M&M boxers? That was unexpected.
"Carter?" Her gaze was suddenly broken by the intrusion of noise into the sloshing of the pouring rain.
"Yes, Sir?"
"What are you doing out here?" He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "It's pouring, you're soaked." He slowly leads her over to the house and gently helped her inside.
"Wait here for a moment." He set her down on the couch, her clothes still clinging to her wet body.
She just nodded, not willing to say anything to him just yet. The pain was just too great at the moment.
He came back and wrapped a towel around her shoulders. "I started the shower for you." He helped her stand and brought her upstairs to the bathroom. "I'll leave you alone." He stepped out and quietly shut the door.
He wasn't sure what she was doing there, but he didn't care. It was obvious that she needed help and he would be there for her all the way. He wasn't sure he was the best person for the job, but he would do it if she saw fit.
Twenty minutes later she still hadn't left the bathroom. He could still hear the water running. She had never been one to take long showers. This worried him immensely. Carter was one of the strongest people he had ever known. Whatever it was that was bothering her, he had to find out what it was.
He knocked on the bathroom door to check on her. When he didn't hear any answer he slowly opened the door. "Carter?"
He could barely see her framed by the shower curtain. She was sitting under the spray, letting the water fall over her body. He stood, just staring. He wasn't sure what he should do. Soft sobs reached his ears through the sound of the shower running.
He stepped forward, pulling back the shower curtain. The towel was already in his hand. He reached over shut off the water, and gathered her up in his arms. She didn't protest.
'This was not how I imagined seeing her like this.' He mentally chastised himself for thinking like that at a time when she needed him the most.
He led her, silently, into his bedroom and laid her on the bed. He pulled the covers over her and helped get her situated. "If you need anything, just let me know." He kissed her gently on the forehead and stood to leave. "Here's the phone, I have to go to the base for a bit. Don't hesitate to call."