Chapter 7: Turning Point
By hlndncr
Everyone has a stress point, a breaking point and a turning point. The key is discovering that someone who gives you the strength to survive it all.
Stress point:
Sam stands before a house she's meant to share with a man she doesn't love.
Jack stands silent as the woman he loves leaves his home in distress and the woman he's with looks on.
Breaking point:
Her dying father tells her she can't let anything stand in the way of her happiness.
His now ex-girlfriend tells him he's making a big mistake.
Turning point:
"Thank you . . . for being her for me."
"Always."
By fems
She had lived an exciting life and been shaped by many pivotal events.
Mom's death, the Challenger disaster, applying to the Academy, her engagement to Jonas, SGC vs NASA, being Tok'ra-ed, falling for her CO, making alien alliances, getting marooned on a spaceship, going on a blind date with a friend of her brother, defeating the Replicators and the Goa'uld, losing her father and Selmak, her engagement to Pete, going fishing with Jack…
Learning alternate realities were a fact Sam couldn't help but wonder about the turning points.
Except for one, of course; she and Jack were a universal constant.
By XFchemist
"Sir, there's no time."
"I know."
A force shield separated them.
So close and yet so far.
He had known for a long time that his feelings for her were deeper than he wanted to admit, even to himself.
He just didn't realise how deep they were.
"Sir, just go!"
"Nooo"
An epiphany.
The realisation hit him like a punch to the chest.
A sharp pain stabbed through his heart.
Time stood still.
He couldn't break eye contact with her.
He couldn't leave her.
He would rather have died himself than lose her.
He loved her.
By amaradangeli
"Then you know what, Jack? Put up, or shut up."
"Excuse me?" He almost couldn't believe Daniel said that to him. Almost.
"We've been stuck here for six days, high on," he floundered for the name and finally gave up, "whatever this stuff is. You've done nothing but go on and on about how good she looks, how good she smells, how good she tastes –"
"That's purely hypothetical," Jack defends.
"Yeah, well, you're driving her insane."
"She's driving me insane."
"You're driving all of us insane! She won't tell you, but I will: put up, or shut up already."
By Wild Flower
She looked into his eyes and knew this was the point of no return.
Her eyes darted down to his lips again as his face grew closer.
They'd waited so long and now there were no restrictions. No rules. No regulations. No excuses.
Now there was just her and there was just him. Alone on his deck under a star-filled sky and there was nothing else to say.
What would happen after this? Her mind raced ahead as his face continued to draw steadily closer. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips caught hers and suddenly none of it mattered. The future, the past. It was nothing compared to this.
By Cairistiona
'Try it.'
'No, thanks, it looks too weird.'
'Hm, yes, but it tastes good.'
'No.'
'Please. It does not hurt.'
When could he ever resist her saying please.
'Just a little bit.'
She reached over the table and fed him a spoonful.
He turned it in his mouth. He smiled.
'You're right, that's good. I promise I'll never say anything again about your blue jello.'
By sasha713
He knew that he had perhaps gone past the point of no return, but, truthfully, he couldn't bring himself to regret it, because that moment, that turning point, when he had decided that he really didn't want to walk away from this –them- he had known that pulling back was not an option.
They had waited so long. Perhaps too long. But the way she was smiling at him, encouraging him with those eyes, he knew that it wasn't too late for them. This would work. And all because he just couldn't walk away from her anymore.
By A. Karswyll
Jack listened to the low murmurings from mother and son at the table bent over grade seven schoolwork.
"A turning point is a point at which the derivative changes sign," Sam explained.
The tone had Jack grinning with fond remembrance of the innumerable instances when Sam had had to explain some science-y thing to him in the field. Those explanations had landed on dumb ears and ended with a curt "Carter!"—unlike the young ears absorbing everything now.
He was sure they enjoyed these situations more! Jack sorted. And she probably had to dumb it down less for their son!
By selene0789
They spin, dancing around each other like leaves in the wind. They do not dare to touch, for fear that single seed of hope will be their undoing.
Duty, Honor, Commitment. They live by those rules—and they will love by them.
When the time is right, when there's nothing to hide. When they can simply be them.
Until that point is turned they will continue dance, spiraling ever closer, until the line between him and her are blurred, and there is not one without the other.
