He sat on his dock, the mature sun shining lazily over their features. Beside him, she cast her fishing line into the pond that held absolutely no fish. Behind him, Daniel and Teal'c sat on the edge of the pond on the grassy surface. In front of him, the sun shone rusty and orange-y on his pond, glinting in the after effects of the ripples each of the four teammates created.
Beside him, she sat, dressed in blue, fishing. Way, way behind him there was three cars in the drive. Daniel's bandwagon that he insisted on keeping even though he was paid a large sum of money by the government. The Mustang could not even be described as vintage. Rusty, old or a-huge-hunka-junk - but not vintage. His truck. Big, green and distinctly him. Plenty of room for just about anything. Safe.
And Sam's Volvo. Safe. For life. Silver exterior with tan interior. He liked that Volvo. He could see a resemblance between himself and the Volvo.
Beside him, she was talking about something. He didn't know what; he didn't really mind - he was going to interrupt her anyway.
"You know something, Carter?" He spoke his first words in over forty minutes.
"Sir?" He let her away with that one.
"I'm a lot like your Volvo, Carter."
"How's that, Sir?" He let her away with that one too - but only because he could hear the genuine amusement in her voice.
He hesitated for a nanosecond then turned to her and waited until she turned towards him, there eyes meeting across the small gap.
"Safe. And for life."
He turned away when he finished speaking and knew that she did too.
"Yes, I like my Volvo, Sir." And he let her away with that too, just because he could.
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