Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The idea and the words are.
A/N: This is the story that I'm the proudest of. I can't tell you why, but it is. It's also one of the saddest. Review, please.
Without
In a weird, irrational way, nobody worried about either of their safety. She still went on missions, he still took the odd diplomatic trip through the gate, but no one had any doubts that somehow, they'd come back.
The reason for this frame of mind? The utter conviction, gained through years of working around them, that there was no Jack without Sam and no Sam without Jack. That meant, conversely, that if one of them was alright, so would the other have to be. Edora had been the final piece of evidence they needed. Not even the laws of physics could keep them apart.
Despite the age difference and the drastically different job descriptions, everyone believed they'd live happily ever after, dying together somewhere far down the line. And who knows? Maybe under other circumstances, they would have been right. But then one of his diplomatic forays coincided with one of her missions.
No one cried. There was only silence as the flags were removed from each coffin, folded, and then unfolded over the other one and tied down (they'd asked that their flags each go to the other). There was only silence as the two coffins slid through the gate, to float for eternity in empty space, connected by a gold cord.
No one doubted that the rope would hold forever.
After all, there was no Jack without Sam and no Sam without Jack.