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A/N: Ok, so the previous chapter was supposed to be named "Jack: His body is shaking", but the server didn't approve it, apparently. LOL xD So here it's: the third one "Sam and Jack: The answer".

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Sam and Jack

The answer

She always felt like something was missing. There's an answer for that, there has to be, she thought. But the years went by and she decided to throw the questions somewhere below her old files in the loft. She buried it inside of herself, with everything else that couldn't be fixed in a equation. She tried, she really did, but never found the damn answer. She couldn't even explain what it was, where it came from and nothing could make it go away.

It was the feeling that you could never be completed, you know that feeling? Maybe you don't. She certainly didn't. But she felt it.

It was just like that, but just until her eyes met his for the very first time. Then a whole lot of things started to make sense - things that weren't logic, things that didn't come with numbers. Subjetive things that had always scared her. He was intriguing and different from everything and everyone she had known so far.

And she thought, 4 years later, that she could really love him if they were allowed. But it was so inapropriated that she had to lock those thoughts in a room. She made her choice: unfolded their hands and kept hers far from his. Her mind screaming "this is the right thing to do" while her heart clenched. She never listened to her heart, though. She's not that type of woman.

She ended up realizing that it hurt more than bullets. The denial, the pretending. She was just a woman that had never really allowed herself to live. Or to love. They weren't that different in the end. No.

The years passed. Ten long years. The room was unlocking by itself. She wasn't over him, she never would be.

The door was wide open.

So, one day, there they were: finally alone, finally allowed. Fears and desires floating in the air, but only until the space between them diseappeared. It finally did. And everything was out of the room. God, she had never felt so complete and happy before.

Closing her eyes, she remembers how just staring into his chestnut eyes felt good. She remembers listening to his breathing, feeling his heart-beats underneath her fingertips. Every second was just so precious: just Sam and Jack being together.

Just Sam and Jack.

Now, she plays the cello to ease the emptiness running throught her veins, to keep her thoughts of him. To keep her sane. Where was the answer she had been looking for so long? After so many years, she still didn't know, did she?

Well, she knew him. It wasn't just about how handsome he looked, it was every little thing about him - things that she was proud to think she was the only one to know that good: his smile and every inch of his body, the lines on his face, his sense of humor, his moods and how to break them, his dedication for others, both his sweaty and after-shave smell, the scars that marked his athletic body. She knew the sound of his snoring, she missed it when she was alone. She is alone now. She's missing him.

But was he listening to her play the cello? Even light-years away? She'd rather think so, because he was the one she was playing for.

She closes her eyes. He is there. She feels him. She listens to him.

He was there, just as simple and rare as it may sound. She closed her eyes one more time and could almost feel him there. He said would always be there. He was, somehow. She felt it. She just did.

And it was just light-years away from him that she realized that she didn't have to search anymore. And, no, he didn't make her find her answer.

He was the answer.

TBC