Last Waltz
Warnings: Implied character death, annoying irony, cryptic subtlety...my usual depressing topics. Please don't read if you don't like that sort of stuff.
Pairings: S/J - Sam is referred to as "she" and Jack as "he".
Used to be a songfic, before it came to my attention that it was...y'know, illegal. ^^; Song is available on youtube. Lyrics removed 2013.
Last Waltz
He walked into his house, unbuttoning his coat and throwing his keys onto the bench that lined the corridor. He shivered. Even though outside the sun was shining as bright as ever with its afternoon glow, it was still chilly. He made his way to his bedroom. Until now, it hadn't occurred to him how tired he actually was - completely and utterly exhausted. He never realized how much paperwork took out of him. He didn't even remove his shoes before falling back into the cushiony comfort of his well used pillow.
A slight rustle caught his attention and an arm was slung across his middle.
"Hi," the arm's owner - a woman - said.
"Hi," he replied, staring down into the ice blue eyes that stared right back.
She smiled lightly. "Let's go dancing," she proposed out of the blue. She jumped out her side of the bed and pulled him to his feet enthusiastically.
He looked down at himself. "Right now? In my dress blues?" He looked at her. "And you in your BDUs?"
"Right now," she confirmed, hijacking his hand and pulling him towards the door.
They stepped onto the dance floor. There were many other couples dancing there, but plenty of room remained for them. He gathered her close and they began to move to the music - the song was reasonably slow with just enough beat and bass to make his heart beat in empathy alongside it.
He smiled to himself and looked up from the woman in his arms for just a second. Was it just him, or were there less people dancing than there had been a minute ago?
Oh well. It didn't matter. This was the only thing that mattered at the moment.
Them.
He returned his gaze to her. She was still, in his opinion, the highlight of the room, even when she was dressed in her olive green combats.
He tilted her face up to look at him. His heart was beating so fast. She was smiling up at him. Their lips edged closer and close together with some degree of uncertainty. They were centimetres apart.
And then, she froze. With cold hands, she gently pushed him back, disentangling herself from his arms. She began to head for the door. He could do nothing but stand dumbstruck for a second. Then, his legs propelled him after her.
Outside, she was still in his visible range. He didn't recognise the place, but then again, it was just a field with grass and trees - certainly nowhere special. Sam was heading to a ridge, not too far away; Jack jogged slightly faster in order to gain some ground, but he needn't have done so. She soon stopped at a place.
He caught up with her. "What are we doing here?" he asked after a beat.
She turned to face him. "I feel tired," she announced.
"Well, then, let's go home," he suggested, pointing with his finger. She shook her head.
"I'm feeling really tired." He was beginning to see it in her face. She lay down on the grass.
Confused, he studied her. She certainly looked...peaceful.
He knelt beside her, ignoring his protesting knees. "Sam, why don't we just...?"
She disappeared.
He looked over his shoulder.
And heard the telephone ringing.
Shaking his head to rid himself of a strange dream, he reached over to his bedside table and lifted the receiver.
"Jack, it's Daniel." The voice on the other end of the line sounded worried. "It's about Sam."
