Reflections

Reflections
Chapter 1

Summary: Sg-1 has yet another run in with the infamous alternate reality mirror.

Season: four

Spoilers: There but for the Grace of God, Point of
View, Shades of Grey

Notes: In chapters to come there are doubles of our
favorite characters, to make this fic easier to
understand here is a guide to use:
When the realities have come together...
"Jack" is other reality O'Neill
"Dr. Jackson" is other reality Daniel
"Sam" is other reality Carter
But when the realities are their own the names are normal.
Tabias is from "Shades of Gray."

P.S. I know that the notes that I just gave totally give some of the story away, but I'm hoping it will get you to read the next chapters! Does it work? Lemme know!

Jack tiptoed down the hallway toward his bedroom. Opening the door as quietly as he could, he showered a square of light over his queen-size bed. The sleeping form of his bride shifted slightly in her sleep. Jack undressed as silently as humanly
possible and crawled into bed which creaked loudly under his weight. His wife rolled over
and gave him a sleepy smile.
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Yeah, but that's okay, I wanted to see you anyway," she said, lifting her heavy eyelids and peering at him from under her thick eyelashes.
"I'm really sorry, you know how work is," he apologized.
"Save the world again?" she asked, snuggling into his embrace. "Aliens attacking?" He could feel her smile against his chest as he stroked her soft hair. Laughing, he wondered whether she had any idea how close to the truth she was.
She sighed softly as she lay in his arms. He glanced at the glowing digital numbers of the alarm clock that sat on his bedside table; it read 12:30.
"What time do you have to be out?" he asked her, kissing the top of her head.
"My flight for New York leaves at 5."
"I'm really sorry we didn't get spend any time together this time. I've missed you."
"I know you're busy, at least we got a little time," she whispered. "I've missed you too. But
you know I totally understand your commitments. I never would have married you if I didn't."
"I know." he kissed her lightly on the lips.

They spent the next few hours making out, making love talking, holding each other, and just loving the warmth that the other created. Jack eventually drifted off to sleep, unwillingly, mind you. Their relationship was like that song by Aerosmith, the
one from "Armageddon." He didn't want to sleep when they were together, he was afraid he might miss something. They were rarely together, he was busy, working his ass off at the SGC, and she, she was so in demand, it was hard to find time to get away.

Jack awoke to the sweet sound of her voice that floated out from the shower. A smile crept over his face; he remembered how astonished he'd been when he found out she was a shower singer, even though it made total sense. He lay there for a few minutes until she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.
"3:30, okay... umm, right, get dressed, called a cab, what else?"
"Talking to yourself?" Jack asked, amused. She gave a little start at the sound of his voice.
"Did I wake you?"
"No."
"I'm really sorry, I'm running a little late."
She began to get dressed and ready to leave. A honking distracted her only slightly as she finished preparing for her flight. "I've got to go." She leaned down and gave Jack a quick goodbye kiss and lifted her bag. She hurried from the room and down the stairs, her brown curls bouncing as she skipped down to the front door.
"Wait!" Jack called to her as he followed her out the door, wearing only his underwear. "I'll see ya soon?" He kissed her softly again.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Bye Jack, I love you." She got into the back of the cab.
"Ditto." He slowly made his way back into the house. It was going to be a long day.

That's it for now. I know not much has happened,
but it's about to get better, way, way better.