Could this possibly get any worse? All he needed now was Jonas and Teal'c to show up on his doorstep wearing nothing but a pink bra and panties. His ex-wife was standing on his doorstep with a look of shock on her face and the woman who was supposedly his best friend was standing almost in tears.
"I was worried because you hadn't returned any of my calls. I thought I'd stop by and see if you were home...I didn't realize you had company." She turned to Carter as she said the last part and almost glared.
"She was just leaving,"
"I was just leaving," they managed to say at exactly the same time.
Carter turned to look at him and he rolled his eyes - of all the cliches... He looked back to Sara and shook his head already regretting his decision.
"Come in, both of you. I'd like you to meet each other after all...in person not just on the phone." He smiled icily at Carter but she missed it because she'd turned to the door and was in the process of taking Sara's jacket.
From somewhere in the back of his head he heard alarm bells ringing about the stupidity of his actions. No change there then.
Sara stepped into the dark room and looked at them both with a suspicious eye. She moved along the wall and flicked the switch that would shed some light into the room. A second later the glare from the overhead light made him wince and turn away.
He heard Carter mumbling apologies about things that he tried not to care about. Why hadn't she at least *tried* to talk to him? Why hadn't she at least *tried* to help him? Even in the infirmary it seemed as though she couldn't wait to be away from him.
Thank God for Daniel being there.
When he turned back around the entrance hall was empty but the noise form the kitchen indicated that the women had moved in there. So, taking initiative he moved to follow but he was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.
He jumped and barely refrained from yelping when he caught sight – or rather didn't catch sight – of whom was there.
Deciding to take that as a warning to leave the two alone for a few moments he returned to the lounge and sat down with his beer cradled to his chest.
He closed his eyes for a few moments and let the sounds of the world wash over him. For a while there was silence. But then there was something there. The glaring light in his eyes, the sound of yells and cries, the soaring heat in his body and the immense pain in his skull.
Something trickled down the corner of his lips and he tried to lick it away but something stopped him. A wedge in his mouth prevented him from breathing.
In the distance he could hear a voice, growing more faint but distressed as time passed.
"Please tell me he's going to be ok, Janet. Please!" Carter.
He was dying. He knew it. He wanted it. He resented it. He embraced it.
"I can't do that Sam, you know I can't!" Janet replied her voice much calmer and at peace than it had been a few seconds ago.
He was slipping, his metaphorical hands letting go of the metaphorical battle.
Slipping, slipping…slipping.
YAR! It's cruelty to fan fic readers! Yar! To be continued? Depends on what you all tell me! Sorry for the wait people! I have been revising for…things!
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