Title: Failing Untouchable
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst, ANGST, and ooh! Angst
Pairings: Sam/Jack, Jack and Sara indications!! Ohh-ahh!!
Spoilers: Knowledge of D&C, even though it's an Alternate version.
Season: Anywhere, from Five-six and soon on.
Rating: PG-13, maybe a little higher, I'm really bad with those sooory :)
Summary: Alternate Universes, Issues, and no resolution...
Author's notes: it's crap, but writing, so enjoy AND FEEEED be respectful HEHE
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime
/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions.
This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
Archive: SamandJack, Helio, SJD, anywhere as long as you ask please!! :)
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Failing Untouchable
He couldn't touch,
Couldn't taste, feel, and revel in it.
He couldn't even breathe without thinking her name.
Not Sara's.
Not his wife, his partner, his best friend and companion.
The one who he had 'Charlie' with.
Who stayed with him when his mother died, No.
It was *her* name on the tip of his tongue.
Like it had been dipped in lustre just for her...A seductive ebony and secluded reflection his wife.
Some screwed son-of-a-bitch would say 'An advanced Copy'
Maybe they were right.
Maybe they were completely off of the mark.
Maybe *they* weren't completely aware of the facts.
Wrapped around fixed agitation, constantly having to believe that it was just attraction, nothing
more, nothing less, was like chewing off the hooves of a pig whilst they were still intact.
Rough.
Dangerous.
And Deadly.
For a woman who claimed only to have had three serious relationships in her life, to him, it seemed
that wrapping men around her fingers to submission was yet another talent of hers.
Not that he was blaming her.
After all, the 'Adulterer' award had to go out to him.
He couldn't have stopped it.
He couldn't have wanted to.
This was just the next stage from almost screaming out the name of another woman when making
love to your wife.
Giving in.
Let her take him, and breaking him in two.
He had to believe it to be in her eyes.
The soulless blue mixed with puritan greys drew him in like a fawn waiting to be caught.
The only thought from the fawn was the thought of pain.
Pain of realisation.
Pain of hurting People that he couldn't, didn't want to hurt,
And PAIN, refusing to let go of her.
The next stage.
"Colonel, why'd you do this?" Her question, almost a whispered lingered between sleep and awake.
Not accusing him, just asking, wondering maybe.
His arm surrounded her stomach from behind, his tongue lightly filling the indent resting behind her
collarbone.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." He pulled her closer to him.
The truth.
All the words he could give her,
And not half as much as she wanted to hear.
After I wrote it, I thought wot CR*P have I written,
But then I'd written it, and I thought I might as well post it,
So TA-DA!!!!
Feed back please!!! Sung in odd accent
Athena-Again, soz no sequel please, I am SOo busy.. :)
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst, ANGST, and ooh! Angst
Pairings: Sam/Jack, Jack and Sara indications!! Ohh-ahh!!
Spoilers: Knowledge of D&C, even though it's an Alternate version.
Season: Anywhere, from Five-six and soon on.
Rating: PG-13, maybe a little higher, I'm really bad with those sooory :)
Summary: Alternate Universes, Issues, and no resolution...
Author's notes: it's crap, but writing, so enjoy AND FEEEED be respectful HEHE
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime
/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions.
This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
Archive: SamandJack, Helio, SJD, anywhere as long as you ask please!! :)
======================================
Failing Untouchable
He couldn't touch,
Couldn't taste, feel, and revel in it.
He couldn't even breathe without thinking her name.
Not Sara's.
Not his wife, his partner, his best friend and companion.
The one who he had 'Charlie' with.
Who stayed with him when his mother died, No.
It was *her* name on the tip of his tongue.
Like it had been dipped in lustre just for her...A seductive ebony and secluded reflection his wife.
Some screwed son-of-a-bitch would say 'An advanced Copy'
Maybe they were right.
Maybe they were completely off of the mark.
Maybe *they* weren't completely aware of the facts.
Wrapped around fixed agitation, constantly having to believe that it was just attraction, nothing
more, nothing less, was like chewing off the hooves of a pig whilst they were still intact.
Rough.
Dangerous.
And Deadly.
For a woman who claimed only to have had three serious relationships in her life, to him, it seemed
that wrapping men around her fingers to submission was yet another talent of hers.
Not that he was blaming her.
After all, the 'Adulterer' award had to go out to him.
He couldn't have stopped it.
He couldn't have wanted to.
This was just the next stage from almost screaming out the name of another woman when making
love to your wife.
Giving in.
Let her take him, and breaking him in two.
He had to believe it to be in her eyes.
The soulless blue mixed with puritan greys drew him in like a fawn waiting to be caught.
The only thought from the fawn was the thought of pain.
Pain of realisation.
Pain of hurting People that he couldn't, didn't want to hurt,
And PAIN, refusing to let go of her.
The next stage.
"Colonel, why'd you do this?" Her question, almost a whispered lingered between sleep and awake.
Not accusing him, just asking, wondering maybe.
His arm surrounded her stomach from behind, his tongue lightly filling the indent resting behind her
collarbone.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." He pulled her closer to him.
The truth.
All the words he could give her,
And not half as much as she wanted to hear.
After I wrote it, I thought wot CR*P have I written,
But then I'd written it, and I thought I might as well post it,
So TA-DA!!!!
Feed back please!!! Sung in odd accent
Athena-Again, soz no sequel please, I am SOo busy.. :)