This is my very first drabble, maybe the last, but still… It's here and not going anywhere ;).
I haven't got the desire to come up with my own characters, for these are just amazing, so I'm borrowing them… Hope someone gets… something out of it!
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She makes the difference
Sam Carter wasn't the one who would turn him into a better man. She could, if she tried, but didn't feel the need to do so. She wasn't the one and only, not his one true love. There had been women in Jack's life before and if Sam would not have been there, someone else might have been now. Someone named Sarah, Kerry or Laira. He would never say he would have adored them in the same way as he did Sam, but he could still have loved them. She wasn't the only one who could pull him out of thoughts he seemed to be drowning in at night. She couldn't prevent him from getting older by feeding him eternal youth with her presence, nor did she make him forget about his dark and secret military past. She would never be the mother of his children, the children who would be born when no one thought it possible and when neither Sam nor he expected it. She didn't make him want to write a song or poem about the importance of love and the essence of living. Sam Carter wasn't a miracle who entered his life at that one perfect moment, causing violins to play in the background.
Jack looked at her while she was on the phone with Daniel, discussing their new favourite TV show as thorough as they would discuss military strategy. She was laughing while making doodles on a section of the newspaper he was sure he hadn't read yet. She was wearing the sweater he wanted to wear, but couldn't because she snatched it from him. He was pretty sure that the coffee she had just filled her cup with was the last in the pot and that most of the time during her day off would be spend fixing something. The worst part of the entire scene was that she managed to make it all seem adorable and that he found himself smiling like a schoolboy in love.
For Sam wasn't the one to make ugly things seem beautiful, or to make it rain sunbeams and rose peddles. She couldn't write the speech that would start world peace or figure out the true meaning of life. She wasn't to be compared to the finer things in life, like beer and the Simpsons. Samantha Carter wasn't perfect and had her flaws. Still he considered her of greater importance to him than any random thing or virtue the world had to offer, for truthfully, between the life he had once led and the life he never thought he ever could have, but had…
She was the one who made the difference.