Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or the characters thereof (although I wouldn't complain...). I kinda own the plot,
but I got inspiration from Pearl Harbor (*groans from readers*) Oh shut up! The song 'There You'll Be' is from
Pearl Harbor and is by Faith Hill. It's my favourite song at the moment as well (I know, I know... I'm letting my
standards slip) so I decided to put it in for the sake of it.
Author's Note: Hey peeps! (oh god, did I just say that?). Well, anyway, idiocy aside (well, maybe not...), please
review this (please please pleeeeeeeeease!) and I'll love you forever.
Category: S/J, J/D.
There You'll Be
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I stand in the gateroom alongside my fellow medical staff and the other members of the SGC considered
essential to the operation of the gate and watch as you join the ranks of soldiers lining up to go through the gate
and into battle. Eleven SG teams and various new recruits brought in from the marines join you at the bottom of
the ramp. General Hammond steps forward, facing us all,
"Today we go into battle with the Gou'ald." He begins, "To try to defeat the enemy that has haunted us ever since
we opened the gate. Among you there are eleven teams from this base, ten teams newly drafted from the
marines, and many volunteers from the planet of Chulak. I too will accompany you to JXX521. I must tell you that
Sokhar will not be easily defeated, and many of you will not return home. But do not think about the chance of
your death, think about how you will be heroes when we do defeat the Gou'ald."
I sniff and try not to let my eyes fill with tears and General Hammond continues,
"We will go through this gate soldiers of the U.S. Air Force, and return heroes of the world. This sacrifice you
make will undoubtably save the world from destruction. Feel proud as we walk through this gate, and remember
that we will win." He looks around the room at the lines of silent men and women, all waiting to go to their deaths.
"I know that you may want to say a few goodbyes, and therefore, as of this moment, for five minutes only, all
regulations regarding personal relationships within the military are momentarily waved."
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When I look back on these times
And the dreams we left behind
I'll be glad 'cos I was blessed to get
To have you in my life
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He steps down from the ramp and there is a hum of noise. People began to drift in different directions, and I see
Sam move closer to Jack. I can see the emotion on Sam's face as she looks around the room. Other people
are pulling each other into strong embraces and tentatively kissing each other goodbye. She looks back up at
Jack and reaches up, wrapping her arms round his neck. He wraps his arms round her waist and holds her
tightly, neither of them speaking, both of them with their eyes closed, savouring these first and last moments of
open affection. I feel huge sadness for them that they never got, and never will get, the chance to be together.
"Janet?" I hear you ask quietly.
I spin round and see you frowning at me, a solemn and sad look in your wonderful blue eyes.
"Daniel." I say, not trusting myself to say anything else.
"I have to go," You blurt out, "I owe it... to Sha're."
"I know." I nod, biting my lip slightly to keep my self-control.
I know that he has more reason than anyone in the base to go. He has more reason to hate the Gou'ald than
anybody.
"I..." You begin.
"No," I say, "You don't have to. I don't want you to go feeling bad."
"But if I don't say this then I will feel bad. Please, hear me out." You say.
I nod again and you continue,
"I know because of Sha're I've been scared of falling in love again. And I know I've never said anything to you
really. But I... we... " You run a hand through your hair which you've let grow long like it used to be. "I don't know
what to say to explain how I feel." You say.
"It's okay." I almost whisper.
"I guess I just don't want to go without you knowing." You whisper back, your eyes full of pain.
"I do know." I smile sadly, "Don't worry."
You step forward and reach into your pocket for something. You take my hand and place in it a small box.
"Daniel?" I ask.
"I bought this for you." You say, "I just wanted you to have it."
I open the box and gasp as I see the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. It's silver, shaped like a lily flower, with the
stem winding around and back on itself in a knot. Set inside the flower are tiny diamonds and pale blue stones
which glitter in the light.
"Daniel!" I gasp.
"Well?" You ask.
"Well what?" I ask, still staring at the ring.
"What do you think?"
"It's beautiful!"
"Good." You smile, "Here." You reach forward and place the ring on my finger. My middle finger of my right hand.
"No." I say. I pull the ring off my finger and replace it onto the ring-finger of my left hand.
Your face is so sweet.
"Y-you..." You stammer.
"Don't worry." I say, "I just like it better there." I smile, "It belongs there."
We stand and grin inanely at each other, not knowing what to do next.
"People, we have to go!" General Hammond calls.
I look up at you, trying to ignore the tears in your eyes.
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When I look back on these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me
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As people begin to make their way towards the gate once more, we still stand, staring at each other, unsure of
what to do.
Over your shoulder I see Sam release her grip on Jack, who she'd been clinging to for the past five minutes.
He bends his head to hers and presses a chaste kiss on her lips. They step back away from each other and
stand side by side, awaiting the order to move out.
Suddenly, you step forward and pull me to you, wrapping your arms around me. I fling my arms around your neck
and cling to you desperately, not wanting to let you go.
"Don't go." I whisper.
"I have to." You whisper back.
You pull away from me and I wipe my tears away with the back of my trembling hand. You bend your head and
kiss me. Your kiss is more passionate and desperate than Sam and Jack's looked and I respond.
You step away from me and I realise everyone is watching us. I don't care. You let your hand, which I had been
gripping, slide out of mine as you walk slowly away. I bite my lip again, this time, because tears are already
flowing, to stop myself from breaking down completely.
"Alright men!" General Hammong calls across the room.
"And women!" A young female lieutenant calls, getting laughs from the rest of the crowded room.
"And women." General Hammond agrees, "We have a go!"
The technicians begin the dialing procedure and I watch the back of your head as the chevrons light up one by
one.
"Chevron seven, locked!" Says Graham Simmons from behind the blast doors, who is trying to avoid Sam's
eyes.
General Hammond turns back to survey the room and I see him look at me. I snap into a solemn salute. The rest
of the people staying behind quickly follow and I stand like that as you near the event horizon.
SG-1, with General Hammond as an honorary leader, are first to step through the gate. As you are about to go
through, you turn back and look at me. I do my best to smile at you and use my free hand to blow you a kiss.
//Please...// I think, //Please come back.//
Your face is the last thing I see before I turn away.
I walk back to the infirmary in silence, trying to ignore the sobs of one of the nurses whose civilian linguist fiance
has just left. I think to myself, I can't imagine how she feels. But then I realise I can... I feel what she feels.
For the next hours, I don't know how I keep myself from going mad. I wander around dazedly, my mind occupied,
like all the other nurses. We set out as many trolleys and beds as are available, not wanting to expect the worst,
but realising the need to be ready. It's the calm before the storm, and we know it.
Suddenly, after the terrible pain of waiting for news of any kind, we hear the alarm sound.
We run to the control room.
"It's SG-11's signal!" Graham calls.
The iris opens and we wait for the first people to appear.
Three figures stagger out of the event horizon. They are covered in blood and dirt and one has bad burns
covering one side of his face.
I spring into action after realising it's not you.
"Get three trolleys!" I call to the nurses. "Quickly!"
I race down the steps and through the doors to the gate room and run up the ramp to the three people. The iris
closes behind them as I reach them and I reach out to steady the badly burnt one. I recognise them as half of
SG-11.
"How is it going?" I ask, knowing that my question sounds inappropriate in this situation.
"Not... good..." Major Thompson replies.
I pause.
"Did you..." I begin.
"I'm sorry." Lieutenant Crowe interupts, knowing my question, "I didn't see him."
My heart sinks. Maybe no news is good news? I think.
As the nurses rush in with the trolleys, I lift my head and gaze at the iris, wondering where you are.
To Be Continued....
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