Title: Tipping Edges
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: This is set after Sam and Joe are together, before 2010, and the problems...
Pairings: S/J
Spoilers: For 2010 and 2001
Season: Four
Rating: PG
Summary: She needs to get away, from him...........and finds him in her wake...
Author's notes: Start of a possible series....hmm....
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!! :( DARN IT!!
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Tipping Edges
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The laughter is hazardously welcoming around me. People welcomingly pushing past one another,
hands meeting, being met, returned in gesture.
My eyes are hazy, and I know that I've had too much.
And not just of Alcohol.
I have to get out of here.
I feel my pupils, burning a fixed impression in my mind, still.
But I keep walking, away from the crowded room.
The room, gathered with people, for him.
Him.
Him and his promotion.
He said, that on this one, and only occasion, that there should be a room filled with people.
Crawling the walls, and laughter.
Lots of it.
Only the laughter, is coming from people who use laughter as an escape, as a tactic,
as an act of politics.
My lips fail to stop trembling, quivering, even my hands are unable to disallow the action.
One of only a handle full of actions.
One escaped, both my attention and reasoning.
I reach the cold air, outside.
Calm, yet I don't feel it.
The only thing to feel is him.
I can't seem to wash him from me.
He kissed me.
{"Marry me, Samantha." "Joe I-"}
But he was the wrong one.
"Carter."
My eyes, slower than my body, notice the voice of collision.
"Sir." I manage, only just.
"You okay?"
His hand touches the delicate skin of my wrist, risking bodily intrusion.
Causing me to meet his eyes.
They never seem to stop burning, fuelled by his heart...
I don't answer.
My only need is to wash myself previous company.
His lips hesitate at my insistence.
Playing with his shirt collar, anything to forget.
Yet,
Though one kiss,
One
Action,
I
May
Sought
To ruin ALL.
Inches together, miles apart, eyes open.
"I'm Sorry." I whisper, unfazed in my cloudy state.
"I have to go."
I have to leave it...
I MUST, leave it...
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'It took the work of millions to build an empire,
But throughout myth and legend, it has been written by many that
Two entwined souls, could by a pair, destroy all.
And through passion alone...'
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DO you like it?
DO you?
Feed-very welcome :)
And will encourage a sequel...
HEHE
Athena
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: This is set after Sam and Joe are together, before 2010, and the problems...
Pairings: S/J
Spoilers: For 2010 and 2001
Season: Four
Rating: PG
Summary: She needs to get away, from him...........and finds him in her wake...
Author's notes: Start of a possible series....hmm....
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!! :( DARN IT!!
+++++++++++++++
Tipping Edges
++++++++++++++++
The laughter is hazardously welcoming around me. People welcomingly pushing past one another,
hands meeting, being met, returned in gesture.
My eyes are hazy, and I know that I've had too much.
And not just of Alcohol.
I have to get out of here.
I feel my pupils, burning a fixed impression in my mind, still.
But I keep walking, away from the crowded room.
The room, gathered with people, for him.
Him.
Him and his promotion.
He said, that on this one, and only occasion, that there should be a room filled with people.
Crawling the walls, and laughter.
Lots of it.
Only the laughter, is coming from people who use laughter as an escape, as a tactic,
as an act of politics.
My lips fail to stop trembling, quivering, even my hands are unable to disallow the action.
One of only a handle full of actions.
One escaped, both my attention and reasoning.
I reach the cold air, outside.
Calm, yet I don't feel it.
The only thing to feel is him.
I can't seem to wash him from me.
He kissed me.
{"Marry me, Samantha." "Joe I-"}
But he was the wrong one.
"Carter."
My eyes, slower than my body, notice the voice of collision.
"Sir." I manage, only just.
"You okay?"
His hand touches the delicate skin of my wrist, risking bodily intrusion.
Causing me to meet his eyes.
They never seem to stop burning, fuelled by his heart...
I don't answer.
My only need is to wash myself previous company.
His lips hesitate at my insistence.
Playing with his shirt collar, anything to forget.
Yet,
Though one kiss,
One
Action,
I
May
Sought
To ruin ALL.
Inches together, miles apart, eyes open.
"I'm Sorry." I whisper, unfazed in my cloudy state.
"I have to go."
I have to leave it...
I MUST, leave it...
======================
'It took the work of millions to build an empire,
But throughout myth and legend, it has been written by many that
Two entwined souls, could by a pair, destroy all.
And through passion alone...'
========================
DO you like it?
DO you?
Feed-very welcome :)
And will encourage a sequel...
HEHE
Athena