Haunted
By: the female apophis
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Rating: uh...does it really matter?
Pairings: Do you really have to ask me that?
Spoilers: Let me know if you see some.
Summary: Jack's feeling haunted. Sam's there to help.
Archive: Sure, just let me know ahead of time.
A/N: I think it was the little tiny plastic soldier sitting on top of my monitor that possessed me to write this. Hope you guys like. Don't forget to review.
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He sits up in a cold sweat. He can't think, he doesn't want to. He just wants to forget.
He wants to forget what that bastard of a Goa'uld did to him. He wants to forget Kanan; he wants to forget how Daniel didn't help him. All of it. He just wants to get away, if only for a little while.
He's not even safe in his sleep anymore.
The dreams haunt him not only at night, but sometimes he'll have a flash back in the middle of the briefing room. He got up and walked out yesterday.
What he wasn't expecting was for her to come after him. He expected Teal'c to come, see what was wrong.
But no, it was her. The same woman who had made these problems start, without wanting to. She didn't want to see him hurt, she just wanted to have him back.
She didn't want him to die; she wanted him to live. He wanted to live. But he didn't expect it to turn out like that.
Looking over at the clock, he notices that it's four in the morning. There's no point in going back to sleep now; he'll just be up in an hour again anyway.
He goes to take a shower, hoping that it will ease some of the tension out of his muscles, knowing that it won't.
He gets out a few minutes later, ready to face the day, but not wanting to. It's still too painful to walk onto that base, knowing that it could happen again.
He makes his way to the kitchen, starts the coffee, and leans on the counter as he waits for it to finish.
There's someone knocking on the door. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he reads that it's five thirty, too early for someone to be here.
He looks out the window and sees her little sports car there. Crossing to the door, he looks out, just to make sure that it's really her.
It is.
Opening the door, he lets her in.
She just stands there for a minute without saying anything. She doesn't have to; he knows why she's here.
See, she's haunted too. Her own experiences make her the only person who could possibly understand these nightmares; the only one who can help them go away.
She reaches up and wraps her arms around him, holding him to her as tight as she can. He lets the tears silently fall.
When he pulls away, he notices that her own face is tear stained. She's been crying too.
They hug one last time, not wanting to let each other go.
But they have to. They're not allowed to do this, not allowed to feel the way they do.
And this is another reason that they're haunted.
~fin~
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