Moebius - Interlocked Lives
Chapter 10
Daniel finally got up enough nerve to ask Jo'sep, Nebul's father, for his blessing to marry his daughter. Jo'sep liked Daniel a lot, but he was concerned that he might lose Nebul too. If Daniel and his friends decided to leave the area, and Nebul was his mate, she would go with him. Though most daughters left their local tribe; Jo'sep felt this was somehow different. He just wasn't able to put his finger on how.
Maybe it was because he really didn't understand these strange ones nor where they were from. No one did. All anyone knew for sure was that they showed up one day and stayed.
He knew Nebul was very fond of Daniel; but he didn't know if she loved him. Normally it wouldn't have been a requirement for his daughter to love her perceptive mate; but the strange ones were so different from any of the locals. Only Daniel had understood their language. Daniel and the woman had blue eyes, and the woman had blond hair. Neither had he seen before.
True, they were planning to overthrow Ra, which he agreed was good; but he didn't want his daughter in the thick of it. Jo'sep wasn't really sure how much he trusted these strange ones. He had talked to his wife and spoken to Nebul. He also questioned Katep and Ketra, since they had spent more time with the strange ones than any of the rest of the tribe.
He wanted to go with his heart and trust this gentle man, but this was his daughter. He had already lost one daughter and his baby brother to Ra, he didn't know if he could stand losing Nebul too. He wanted her happiness and a good mate to provide for her, but he couldn't give Daniel an answer just yet.
Jo'sep also knew the strange ones were likely to be the only help he would have to save his family or the tribe from Ra. He appreciated them for that reason. He just wished the plans they had worked on for months weren't on hold, waiting for the woman to get better. They had been working on detailing their strategy to get weapons from Ra's Palace. He knew they had a lot to do to be ready for a revolt, and he didn't want to wait any longer. Jo'sep was done with living in fear.
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Over the months of Sam's pregnancy, Daniel, Teal'c and Jack helped the tribe move closer to their own camp. They had relocated about twenty miles from Ra's palace. The tribe had felt much safer until Jo'sep's daughter and brother had been taken three weeks ago. The same week that Grace was born.
SG1 had settled upstream only about four or five hundred yards from the tribe. This bothered Jack. Sam wasn't doing as well as he thought she should. She still had very little energy and she was running fever. He worried about her all the time. He knew if Ra's Jaffa patrol found them, the weakest were also the first caught.
He would never leave Sam or Grace, but he didn't know if he could protect them either. Sam still worried about the damage they were causing to the timeline and what impact Grace had. Jack, on the other hand, just didn't care anymore.
He, like Teal'c, was tried of hearing that they didn't matter, that only the future was important. He couldn't understand that changing the time line too much could result in all five of them never having existed -- at all -- just disappearing into thin air. He really couldn't wrap his brain around that concept. But he had convinced himself that they must have been involved in the rebellion in the first place.
Jack would like nothing better than to get rid of Ra, sooner than later. He knew that was the only way Sam would relax. She was too worried about Grace to think of herself.
Jack was just as concerned for Grace's well being. He thought it impossible to get far enough away from Ra on foot or using the camels. Sam refused the use of the Jumper to leave Earth; or even to relocate to another part of the planet. He had tried every thing he could think of, since Grace's birth, to convince her.
It had caused friction between them. He felt in his heart they wouldn't make it through this revolt. He would rather die than lose either Sam or Grace to that monster, and he knew he wouldn't survive either of their deaths.
Jack hated to be so downcast. It really wasn't his nature, but Sam's despair had affected him. It was hard to be happy, even when he felt he had everything a man could want. He had the love of his life, and his precious baby girl. He also had an innate fear he couldn't shake; something Jack O'Neill had never felt, not even in that Iraqi prison hellhole, or the belly of Baal's fortress. At least then, his family hadn't been in danger.
In Iraq he'd felt he was helping to secure the future. Here, if anything, he felt he was securing their death. Yet, he knew he couldn't stop planning and helping to carry out this revolt against Ra. It seemed to be in his blood. Maybe the 'way of the warrior' was his true destiny. Maybe this was exactly what he was born to do. The moments of happiness and pleasure along the way had just been gifts, perks for being the 'good soldier.' He was so screwed up!
As Jack walked back into their tent, Sam looked up and smiled her 1000 watt smile for him. She realized she had been giving him a hard time. She loved him more than anything. It wasn't his fault they were here, in this situation. Or that she had wasted all that time with Pete, when they could have been together. Well, maybe it was a little.
Anyway, they were here and they couldn't go back to the future. She had been talking to herself all day. Maybe she felt better too. She wasn't sure, but she intended to put the twinkle back in Jack's eyes for the time being anyway.
"I've been waiting for you Jack O'Neill, where have you been?" Sam's eyes twinkled at Jack. "It's time for you to check out my stitches!" Jack grinned, the one she loved most. He could tell she was teasing him.
"Yeah? You need ol' Jack to check out your boo-boo? Huh?"
"Yeahsureyabetca, just let me put Grace down. She's been asleep for awhile." Grace was a good baby. She only cried when she was hungry. Sam had plenty of milk, and Grace wasn't colicky. She was starting to sleep over four or five hours each night, allowing Sam much needed rest. Sam's fever had dropped to normal. Hopefully, she was on the mend.
Sam smiled again at Jack as they locked eyes. "Jack, you know I love you, right? I know I haven't shown it much since Grace was born. But, you're my world, Jack. I don't want to live without you." Her eyes filled with unshed tears and glazed over. She didn't cry, but she could have any second.
He pulled her into his arms. He held her tight for several minutes, running his fingers through her hair. It was long now. "I know, Sam. I feel the same. It's only natural for you to be emotional after what you've been through. Especially since you refused to take the pain pills." Jack kissed her, softly.
He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. "Baby, as much as I want to make love to you right now; I don't think you are well enough."
"Just look, Jack. Please, I need you." She readied herself against the cushioned pillows for him to examine her. He had the antibiotic cream and clean cloths ready.
"Nope, you're not," he said, as he examined her. I would only hurt you and make your recovery longer." Jack stated, trying to mask his own desire.
"I don't care, Jack, please just hold me"
"I'll hold you as long as you want, but I can't hurt you, Sam. It won't be long. We need to wait," he said, as he watched her eyes dim and a single tear slid down her face.
"Jack, I waited eight years for the man I love to touch me!" she whined. "I hate to wait now!" Jack move across the bedding beside her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He stopped and looked at her.
"Is this the same Sam that swore I'd never get to look at her gorgeous naked body again?" He teased. Sam made no comment, but continued to gaze into his eyes. Jack finally had to look away, he wasn't sure he could keep his control. She was making it really hard for him.
"Let me rub your back," he said.
She turned over, a little peeved. He pushed up her dress, and creamy naked skin attacked his senses. He needed her too. He just wouldn't let himself take the chance of hurting her. Not yet. Jack rubbed her skin from her neck to her toes, slowly massaging her. He tried hard not to be too sensual, using firm therapeutic movements, to help her relax. He understood her frustration, he felt it too.
She finally dozed off. He covered her with her dress and spread the covers up over her and Gracie, then lay back on the bedding with his arm over his head. Not for the first time, did he wish he was at home in Colorado Springs with his wife and daughter in his house in that shady cove. Why on God's earth did he ever agree to this mission?
He could only hope and pray that the Jack in the present 2005 had enough sense to fight for this beautiful woman beside him. He hoped their life was a hell of a lot safer there. Maybe if that Sam was by his side, they wouldn't make this mistake, coming back in time just to get a ZPM. He certainly hoped his team was part of this timeline, and that he and Sam would have some time together. If not they all had thrown away their lives.
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The next several weeks were calm. Since they had put palace raids on hold, they had more time with each other and the tribe. Daniel spent more time with Nebul. It seemed that Jo'sep was warming up more and more to the idea of Daniel becoming his new son in law.
Jo'sep had been watching the two of them. Daniel seemed to make his daughter happy. He'd never seen her smile so much. It seemed each time he came across her and her mother talking, it was of Daniel. Maybe he should just agree. As of yet, he had not given his answer.
Jack and Sam had been much more relaxed with each other, making things more pleasant around camp. It seemed to the others, that they were hugging and kissing all the time. Sam decided to take what time she was given with her new family and enjoy it. If it lasted forever or ended tomorrow, she would just love her husband and child as much as she could. She'd even stopped objecting to their involvement in the revolt.
Jack had never seen Sam happier; not even when they first started traveling through the gate or when she was lost in a doohickey moment. She was a wonderful mother, and he was so proud of her.
Grace was now three months old. She was cooing and laughing out loud. She looked just like Sam. She had the same big beautiful blue eyes, sweet little dimples and curly blond-blond hair.
It had taken the better part of three months for Sam to recover enough for them to make passionate love the way they wanted. It didn't stop Sam from trying before, or them making sure the other was happy. But the night they were able to fully be together was the happiest night of Sam's life. It was much better for her than ever before. She had wanted Jack since Grace was three weeks old. She didn't think she'd ever been so aroused.
She'd never been in love before Jack, and just as her mother had told her, making love to the man she loved was so much more than just having sex. If she had just known the difference, she would have never agreed to marry Pete, hurting both him and Jack. Sam Carter always had to learn things through experience and experimenting. Nothing, it seemed, came easy for her.
Sam had never been good with people or expressing her feelings. Life experiences exhausted her much more than any technical problem to solve or new technology to study. Her ability to let others into her personal space was limited. She'd never had but a few close friends. The ones she had, initiated the friendship. She loved wholeheartedly, but she could never make the first move. Even with her female friends, she was usually drawn to loud, funny, outgoing extroverts, like Janet Frasier. She still missed Janet; and had really grieved the loss of Cassie since coming here.
Even though, Sam had closed up after her mom died and refused to let many people into her heart. Jack O'Neill had wormed his way right into the center. Sam knew, without a doubt, she couldn't live without him; she also knew she didn't want too.
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Jack made his way into their tent later than usual. He and the others had been working on the plans for the rebellion. Sam stood in the back of the tent with a small, multi-colored blanket wrapped around her body, worn like a tight sundress. She looked amazing. The flames from the candles burning behind her caused her skin to glow. He knew from her heated gaze what was on her mind, and it had nothing to do with the rebellion.
He made his way to her, standing just close enough to touch her; but he didn't. He gazed into her eyes. Sam's eyes had always held a power over Jack. Drowning in her eyes could make him forget the world or even his name. Tonight every emotion she felt was vividly exposed.
He gently reached out his hand and softy stroked her cheek. "Got something in mind, Sam"
"Ya think?" She answered in a soft, sultry voice. He pulled her to him slowly, never breaking eye contact. His eyes finally moved to her lips. Sam thought she would melt, then he looked back at her eyes.
"Oh? What's that?" His eyes began to twinkle.
She moved her hand to loosen the blanket. It pooled at her feet. She waited for his eyes to return to hers, letting him take in all of her. When they did, she asked, "Want some help getting those clothes off?" He grinned, his eyes filled with laughter and desire.
"Oh yeah, that'd be nice."
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"God, Jack, do we get better or it is just me?" Sam asked after they had spent most of the night loving each other. "No, baby, not just you. It gets better every time I touch you. I love you so much, Samantha O'Neill."
Grace was the only interruption in their lovemaking the entire night. Jack had touched and caressed her during the whole 'feeding, burping, getting Grace back to sleep' process. As soon as she put Grace down, she attacked him; pushing him back into the bed and taking over. "Now it's my turn," she said, winking at him.
Finally, just before the sun came up, they dozed off.
TBC
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