Title:~ Feelings Bottled Up.
Summery:~ Sam and Jack know they love each other, they just can't admit it, even to themselves.
Rating:~ G
Feedback:~ PLEASE!
Authors note:~ I seem to be writing a lot of drabble lately. Forgive him if I ramble. Review please (no flames).
Dedication:~ (because I can) To my new baby niece, who was born on the 15th of December. My little angel.
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Sam stood, staring at her commanding officer. The older man was inches from her, his breath tickling the tops of her hair, and if she tried, she could reach his lips with her tongue. His arm was pushed gently across her side, his hand against the wall behind her, to steady himself. Sam briefly shut her eyes, trying to will herself to concentrate. They were in enemy territory. Jack had pushed them both against the wall out of site as a row of Jaffa had come running down the corridor, their footfalls in time to the constant buzzing of the alarm. There was nothing insinuated in his stance as his eyes were glued to where the Jaffa retreated But the smell of him, and the feel of him being so close was driving Sam insane. Suddenly the weight against her side was withdrawn, and Jack stood straighter, moving away from her to glance down the corridor. The Jaffa were gone, for the moment, but they knew enemies where close.
Sam let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, then moved to stand next to the colonel. She could still feel the touch of his hand as he'd roughly grabbed her and pushed her into the wall. Her side burned with the need for him to touch her there again, however un-intimate the gesture had been.
\\Sam, your nuts. Get a grip.//
Her self coaching was getting her no where. Her thoughts were still deeply imbedded in Jack. She ran with him down the corridor, keeping close to the pillars that lined the hallways, until they hit the gate room.
"I thought you'd decided to stay!" Daniel was already at work on the DHD, Sam opted to stay by the door, kneeling and keeping watch. She had to focus, if only for a few more moments until Daniel had the gate open. Once back on Earth, she could retreat back into her fantasy world were Jack really was hers, but now her concentration meant life or death. Suddenly, she felt pressure on her back. Jack was standing behind her, his leg leaning against her. Ever since the incident with the Atoniek arm bands, Sam could have sworn he'd made every effort of physical contact he could manage without giving the game away. Sam swallowed hard, and tried to focus on the doorway and the corridor beyond. They were at their weakest while Daniel was dialling, and she never felt safe till she heard that satisfying whoosh of the gate. The pressure on her back disappeared as Jack moved towards the gate, and with one last look at the corridor, Sam turned to follow, her eyes on Jack as he stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for her.
"Carter!"
Sam never heard Jacks shout, as a staff blast caught her in the back, sending her sprawling to the ground. Jack emptied his round at the offending Jaffa, who didn't stand a chance, falling dead to the stone floor.
Jack raced to Sam's side, and paused long enough to ensure she was still alive before grabbing her by her shoulders and dragging her to the gate. She's probably sport bruises in the morning from Jacks harsh handling, but at that moment, he didn't care. Another Jaffa rounded the corner, but it was too late. Jack and Sam were through the gate.
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"Medic!" Jack took two steps from the gate as it disengaged, then fell to his knees beside Sam, turning her on her side. A small pool of blood already lined the ramp, a steady flow coming from her mouth and nose. The wound on her upper back however, was almost clean, like most staff burns.
"Dammit Carter, don't die on me." Jack whispered desperately as Janet ran up beside him, taking one look at Sam before pushing the colonel out of the way. Jack retreated, his eyes glued on his second-in-command as they moved her down the ramp. He matched the doctors step for step, until they pushed her into the infirmary and Janet put a restraining hand on his shoulder.
"Not now." She said softly, and Jack took the hint. No matter what he felt for the young woman, he wasn't allowed in while they were operating.
"Tell me she'll be okay." He looked hard into Janet's eyes. Janet gave him a fleeting look before abruptly turning into the infirmary. She'd never lie to him, nor give promises she couldn't keep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sat outside the infirmary doors, wishing desperately for an update. But the doors stayed closed, and the outcome of his major was unknown. His concern for her would get him into trouble, he knew. He should be with the general, debriefing, but at the moment he didn't care. He planed to be by her side the second she woke up. He'd let her know, there and then how much he cared about her, before something terrible happened and he never got the chance. He didn't care about regs, or what others would think. Time and time again something happened that put one of them on the brink of death. He knew one day that luck would run out, and Sam would be lost to him forever.
"Colonel."
Jack looked up startled to see Janet. He must have dozed off. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles indicated he'd been asleep for longer then a 'doze'. And there was a look on her face he didn't like.
"She's alive, but very unstable." Janet was more tired then she'd ever felt before. For nearly twelve hours they'd been struggling to save Sam's life, and even now it was very testy. Working on one of her best friends had been difficult for Janet, and constantly seeing her friends in peril was taking it's toll. She told Jack half hearted details, knowing he wouldn't really be interested before telling him he could go in and see Sam. It was only words Jack had been waiting for. With a superficial 'thanks' Jack moved passed her into where Sam lay. He knelt beside her bed, and gently took one of her hands in his.
The younger woman was hooked up to several machines, monitoring her progress, but Jack looked beyond that. He looked at her face. At his perfect Major.
"Sam." He said softly, "Hear me Sam." He paused. How was he going to say it? Come right out? There was only one other woman he'd said these words too, and she'd walked out on him. Could he open himself to that sort of vulnerability again? What if Sam didn't feel the same way?
Suddenly doubt clouded Jacks mind, and he backed away from Sam. What if he was making a horrible mistake? Sam had a brilliant career as a solider, what right did he have to take it away from her, just because he thought he was in love?
Sam's eyes flickered, and Jack held his breath. The younger woman took several moments before opening her eyes, and even from his distance he could see the pain. He was in the shadows, hiding.
"Colonel?" Sam's voice was week, horse, but she still clung to faith that Jack would be beside her. Jack said nothing, he couldn't find a thing to say. The woman mumbled, and turned her head, but to her the room was empty. Realisation set in for Sam. Jack wasn't there. Was he alright? Did he get caught on the planet trying to save her life? Or did he just not care about her enough? She closed her eyes again, and drifted off to a restless sleep.
Jack continued to watch Sam for almost an hour, before slowly walking out. His feelings weren't important enough to chance damaging Sam's career.
Summery:~ Sam and Jack know they love each other, they just can't admit it, even to themselves.
Rating:~ G
Feedback:~ PLEASE!
Authors note:~ I seem to be writing a lot of drabble lately. Forgive him if I ramble. Review please (no flames).
Dedication:~ (because I can) To my new baby niece, who was born on the 15th of December. My little angel.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sam stood, staring at her commanding officer. The older man was inches from her, his breath tickling the tops of her hair, and if she tried, she could reach his lips with her tongue. His arm was pushed gently across her side, his hand against the wall behind her, to steady himself. Sam briefly shut her eyes, trying to will herself to concentrate. They were in enemy territory. Jack had pushed them both against the wall out of site as a row of Jaffa had come running down the corridor, their footfalls in time to the constant buzzing of the alarm. There was nothing insinuated in his stance as his eyes were glued to where the Jaffa retreated But the smell of him, and the feel of him being so close was driving Sam insane. Suddenly the weight against her side was withdrawn, and Jack stood straighter, moving away from her to glance down the corridor. The Jaffa were gone, for the moment, but they knew enemies where close.
Sam let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, then moved to stand next to the colonel. She could still feel the touch of his hand as he'd roughly grabbed her and pushed her into the wall. Her side burned with the need for him to touch her there again, however un-intimate the gesture had been.
\\Sam, your nuts. Get a grip.//
Her self coaching was getting her no where. Her thoughts were still deeply imbedded in Jack. She ran with him down the corridor, keeping close to the pillars that lined the hallways, until they hit the gate room.
"I thought you'd decided to stay!" Daniel was already at work on the DHD, Sam opted to stay by the door, kneeling and keeping watch. She had to focus, if only for a few more moments until Daniel had the gate open. Once back on Earth, she could retreat back into her fantasy world were Jack really was hers, but now her concentration meant life or death. Suddenly, she felt pressure on her back. Jack was standing behind her, his leg leaning against her. Ever since the incident with the Atoniek arm bands, Sam could have sworn he'd made every effort of physical contact he could manage without giving the game away. Sam swallowed hard, and tried to focus on the doorway and the corridor beyond. They were at their weakest while Daniel was dialling, and she never felt safe till she heard that satisfying whoosh of the gate. The pressure on her back disappeared as Jack moved towards the gate, and with one last look at the corridor, Sam turned to follow, her eyes on Jack as he stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for her.
"Carter!"
Sam never heard Jacks shout, as a staff blast caught her in the back, sending her sprawling to the ground. Jack emptied his round at the offending Jaffa, who didn't stand a chance, falling dead to the stone floor.
Jack raced to Sam's side, and paused long enough to ensure she was still alive before grabbing her by her shoulders and dragging her to the gate. She's probably sport bruises in the morning from Jacks harsh handling, but at that moment, he didn't care. Another Jaffa rounded the corner, but it was too late. Jack and Sam were through the gate.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Medic!" Jack took two steps from the gate as it disengaged, then fell to his knees beside Sam, turning her on her side. A small pool of blood already lined the ramp, a steady flow coming from her mouth and nose. The wound on her upper back however, was almost clean, like most staff burns.
"Dammit Carter, don't die on me." Jack whispered desperately as Janet ran up beside him, taking one look at Sam before pushing the colonel out of the way. Jack retreated, his eyes glued on his second-in-command as they moved her down the ramp. He matched the doctors step for step, until they pushed her into the infirmary and Janet put a restraining hand on his shoulder.
"Not now." She said softly, and Jack took the hint. No matter what he felt for the young woman, he wasn't allowed in while they were operating.
"Tell me she'll be okay." He looked hard into Janet's eyes. Janet gave him a fleeting look before abruptly turning into the infirmary. She'd never lie to him, nor give promises she couldn't keep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack sat outside the infirmary doors, wishing desperately for an update. But the doors stayed closed, and the outcome of his major was unknown. His concern for her would get him into trouble, he knew. He should be with the general, debriefing, but at the moment he didn't care. He planed to be by her side the second she woke up. He'd let her know, there and then how much he cared about her, before something terrible happened and he never got the chance. He didn't care about regs, or what others would think. Time and time again something happened that put one of them on the brink of death. He knew one day that luck would run out, and Sam would be lost to him forever.
"Colonel."
Jack looked up startled to see Janet. He must have dozed off. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles indicated he'd been asleep for longer then a 'doze'. And there was a look on her face he didn't like.
"She's alive, but very unstable." Janet was more tired then she'd ever felt before. For nearly twelve hours they'd been struggling to save Sam's life, and even now it was very testy. Working on one of her best friends had been difficult for Janet, and constantly seeing her friends in peril was taking it's toll. She told Jack half hearted details, knowing he wouldn't really be interested before telling him he could go in and see Sam. It was only words Jack had been waiting for. With a superficial 'thanks' Jack moved passed her into where Sam lay. He knelt beside her bed, and gently took one of her hands in his.
The younger woman was hooked up to several machines, monitoring her progress, but Jack looked beyond that. He looked at her face. At his perfect Major.
"Sam." He said softly, "Hear me Sam." He paused. How was he going to say it? Come right out? There was only one other woman he'd said these words too, and she'd walked out on him. Could he open himself to that sort of vulnerability again? What if Sam didn't feel the same way?
Suddenly doubt clouded Jacks mind, and he backed away from Sam. What if he was making a horrible mistake? Sam had a brilliant career as a solider, what right did he have to take it away from her, just because he thought he was in love?
Sam's eyes flickered, and Jack held his breath. The younger woman took several moments before opening her eyes, and even from his distance he could see the pain. He was in the shadows, hiding.
"Colonel?" Sam's voice was week, horse, but she still clung to faith that Jack would be beside her. Jack said nothing, he couldn't find a thing to say. The woman mumbled, and turned her head, but to her the room was empty. Realisation set in for Sam. Jack wasn't there. Was he alright? Did he get caught on the planet trying to save her life? Or did he just not care about her enough? She closed her eyes again, and drifted off to a restless sleep.
Jack continued to watch Sam for almost an hour, before slowly walking out. His feelings weren't important enough to chance damaging Sam's career.
