A Shoulder to Cry On
The phone was ringing when Jack was struggling to open the door with his keys in one hand and his groceries in the other. That is if you would consider beer and jell-o as groceries. When he finally opened the door he ran in and dropped the bag on the nearest surface.
"For crying out loud! Who on Earth could that be?!"
He picked up the phone, expecting it to be one of those irritating insurance salesmen and hoping he would be able to get rid of them quickly. It's been a long week. This is the last thing I need.
"What?"
"Sir?"
"Carter. What is it?"
Stupid question Jack. Sam probably took it harder than I did. At least I knew it was what he wanted. Everyone else just had to take my word for it.
"Um… You wouldn't mind some company would you? "
"Uh…"
"It's just… I could really do with some…"
She sounds so upset. I hate it when she's upset. God, I don't want to talk about Daniel. Why do they always want to talk about it? I can't leave her alone when she feels like this. And I won't.
"Sure. Do you want me to come over or…?"
"I don't mind. I could come over to yours if you want. That would probably be easier as you're already home and I'm at
the SGC."
"Yeah. Sure. See you soon then."
"Bye Sir."
Right. Better tidy up then I suppose.
o…O…o
He opened the door to find Sam looking fantastic as usual. Man, she looks good in that leather jacket. Stop it Jack. I can't let this happen. She's my second in command, it's not allowed. God, I hate rules and regs. She's so hot.
"Sir? Is there something wrong?"
Why's he looking at me like that? I know I wouldn't normally complain, but the situation's a bit different now. This isn't the time for this.
"No. No, nothings wrong. Come on in. Do you want a beer?"
How long was I staring at her? It's her fault. What does she expect when she wears a skirt? With legs like that.
"Thanks Sir."
Sam walked through the open door and went to sit on the couch in the living room. Wow! He must have cleaned. That's not like him. Though I suppose I do normally come by unannounced. It's quite sweet really. I would never have thought that he'd make the effort for me. Well, I should expect it really. He cares about me. A lot more than he's supposed to. Cut it out Sam. You've just lost Daniel. You need to be thinking about him. It's the least you can do.
"Carter."
Jack stood there holding out the beer. She took it from him.
"Thanks."
He sat down on the couch, making sure to leave plenty of space between them.
Is he still afraid to let himself get close to me? Why? Is it because of my feelings for him or his for me?
"So?"
"So?"
"I don't know. You're the one who wanted some company."
"Oh and you don't, is that what you mean? I'm sorry Sir. I shouldn't have come."
"Don't be ridiculous Carter. You know exactly what I meant. I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here. I want to help you."
He now realised as he looked into her eyes that she had been crying; a lot by the look of it.
"You do?"
"Yes, of course I do. Hell Carter I hate seeing you like this. I realise that for me to stop you talking about it, will just make it worse. Now you know that I don't tend to talk about these things. It's just not the way I deal with things. But you do need to talk. And if it will help you then I'm willing to give it a try."
"Thank you Sir. That means a lot."
Her eyes had filled with tears again and she looked away from him.
"Hey. Come 'ere."
He shuffled closer to her and put his arm around her. She turned back towards him and rested her head on his shoulder. He loved hugging Sam. It just felt right; no matter what the circumstances. Jack put his other arm around her and held her close to him; leaning his head against hers.
"I'm sorry Sir. I hate you seeing me like this."
"Don't worry about it Sam. I can't see you at all; except your hair, which by the way looks great."
She laughed into his shoulder and very suddenly leant back and smiled at him. Sam? It sounds so right but different. I like it. Sam. I'm not his Carter anymore. I'm his Sam.
There she is. That's the Sam I fell in love with.