A/N: I got carried away with Threads and the following chapters are a few short pieces related to it.
I also want to express my sincere appreciation for all those who have read my simple words and especially those who have reviewed. It is encouraging.
Threads B
It was always a crap shoot putting on the radio after Cassie had been in the truck. Always some way out station, always ear splitting volume but he did dote on the girl. Jack finally got away from his desk and the ever growing piles of reports and requisitions and he was on his way home. He reached over for some music to help soothe him on the way.
Hey you
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old*
He didn't need this. He felt the stab to the heart. He heard the humming, he saw the ring. (One day she's humming in the elevator and seems like the next she's showing him another man's ring.) He nearly turned off the radio, his hand on the dial, when he heard.
Don't give up without a fight.*
He had a lunch date with another woman, wasn't it already too late.
After looking at Pete's surprise, Sam drove around aimlessly, thoughts and feelings swirling through head and heart. In fact, unconsciously she was making a bee line for O'Neill's house. She sat in the driveway trying to work up the courage to approach him, nervously trying to formulate what to say. Making excuses for sitting there in the car she fiddled with every knob, a cd came on, addressing her.
Hey you
Out there on the road
Always doing what you're told*
No, not any more. And she walked in the direction of the smoke.
Seeing Kerry there, so comfortable in his home, with him. Sam stood there, about to bare her soul, dumbfounded. Her hope severed, she's humiliated and the phone rings. She's saved from the humiliation only to find herself running from one disaster to another. Her dad was sick.
Her father whom she thought would outlive them all by another thousand years has fallen ill and this crushing heartbreak on his deck was swept aside for more tragedy. She, who has blown up a sun and has bent physics to her whim, has one more thing in her personal life over which she has no control. And the galaxy was in disarray.
Don't tell me there's no hope at all.*
There's always hope. It sure as hell doesn't look like it but there's always hope.
He comes to her when she needs him the most, to console, to comfort, to support and to share in her grief. And to assure her, he will always be there. Always.
Open your heart, I'm coming home.*
* Hey You - Pink Floyd