Written in response to the Word of the Week challenge on the SJFic group over at Yahoo. This will be a series of 100-500 word ficlets. Some of you may have already read this fic. I posted it recently on this site, but did not want to delete it due to the nice reviews I've already received. So have simply added it to this grouping. I hope you enjoy!
Categories: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
It was the end.
The Goa'uld were defeated … for the most part.
The Replicators would trouble no-one any longer … in this galaxy, at least.
The Jaffa were free.
She'd split up with Pete.
And her father had died.
It was the end.
Sam Carter – Lieutenant Colonel in the USAF – bit back the sob that rose up out of her throat as she watched the man cast his line.
"Sam? You okay?" he asked, his silver hair mussed and shining in the early morning sun.
"What? Oh … yes, I'm fine," she told him.
"You're a crappy liar, Sam," he replied. Then: "C'mere."
General Jack O'Neill set his fishing rod to one side, then slipped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.
It was the beginning.