Title: Wishful Thinking
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Stargate doesn't belong to me and neither do the characters. I make zero money from this
A/N: A series of (in some cases very) short interludes focused on Sam's wishful thinking and Pete. Going from Death Knell to Threads.
Death Knell
'You know I can't tell you!' Sam shouted before sighing and dropping her eyes to the floor. She wasn't sure how many more of these conversations she could handle. From the moment she'd opened the door with her cut cheek Pete had been nagging at her.
He stared at her for a moment before sighing too.
'It's OK, I understand. It's just difficult for me, you know?'
'I know,' Sam looked up at his face again and gave a weak smile. Pete tried to smile back and held out his arms
'Come here'
*
'I just need to rest for a minute'
'C'mere'
*
Sam stepped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him. After a few moments Pete's hands began stroking her back, Sam raised her head from his shoulder and their lips met.
Later that night in bed as Pete lay softly snoring beside her Sam couldn't help but let one, tiny, treacherous thought cross her mind.
Jacks arm felt so much safer wrapped around her.
Soooo?
