Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine. Stargate SG1 are not
mine, it is owned by MGM, double secret and Gekko corp. Authors note: This
hasn't been beta read, but hopefully it's not to shockingly bad that you
can't enjoy it. THIS STORY IS BASED ON SPOILERS FOR THE LAST EPISODE IN
SEASON 7 ('THE LOST CITY') Don't read if you don't want to be spoiled! If
you do read, please review and most importantly ENJOY!
Made to be broken
I followed him into the kitchen; making the excuse I was helping him with the drinks. Once there, he set about laying out glasses. I stood in silence and watched him, the man I love, the same man who could this very second, be changing or even dieing.
"Carter?" he finally stops his task and turns to me with a questioning look on his face. I suddenly feel uncomfortable and find my hands very interesting. Jack's hand is suddenly in mine, and I squeeze it tightly before idly playing with his fingers and returning to face him. I feel a prickle over my entire skin as his deep brown eyes look down on me.
"Jack, please don't die." I just blurt out, but its effect is enough. He looks away, trying to hide the expression on his face. I move my head to recapture his eye, but its no good, so I raise my hand and place it gently on his cheek, pulling him back to me. Our eyes lock, bloodshot and tear stained.
"At least promise me that you'll fight this; that you wont give up. coz I'm sure as hell not giving up on you. Not now, not ever! You hear me, so." I begin to lose my control.
"Shh." he interrupts, placing a silencing finger on my lips. "I'm not going to give up." He hesitates before going on, "not as long as I have something, someone to live for." His hand slips from mine and moves to rest on my hips, the other mimicking its partner, and he pulls me into his arms. I wrap myself around him and hold him tightly, burying my face in his neck and breathing in his essence.
After a few moments he pulls away, placing a small soft kiss on my forehead, amongst some stay hairs and rests his hand on the back of my neck. I look up and we silently agree that we'll get though this no matter what. And most importantly, we'll get though it together.
We finish making the drinks and re-enter the lounge, with a new and unbreakable bond between us. Nothing is ever going to keep me from him, and he from me, and that includes some rule in the military.
THE END
Made to be broken
I followed him into the kitchen; making the excuse I was helping him with the drinks. Once there, he set about laying out glasses. I stood in silence and watched him, the man I love, the same man who could this very second, be changing or even dieing.
"Carter?" he finally stops his task and turns to me with a questioning look on his face. I suddenly feel uncomfortable and find my hands very interesting. Jack's hand is suddenly in mine, and I squeeze it tightly before idly playing with his fingers and returning to face him. I feel a prickle over my entire skin as his deep brown eyes look down on me.
"Jack, please don't die." I just blurt out, but its effect is enough. He looks away, trying to hide the expression on his face. I move my head to recapture his eye, but its no good, so I raise my hand and place it gently on his cheek, pulling him back to me. Our eyes lock, bloodshot and tear stained.
"At least promise me that you'll fight this; that you wont give up. coz I'm sure as hell not giving up on you. Not now, not ever! You hear me, so." I begin to lose my control.
"Shh." he interrupts, placing a silencing finger on my lips. "I'm not going to give up." He hesitates before going on, "not as long as I have something, someone to live for." His hand slips from mine and moves to rest on my hips, the other mimicking its partner, and he pulls me into his arms. I wrap myself around him and hold him tightly, burying my face in his neck and breathing in his essence.
After a few moments he pulls away, placing a small soft kiss on my forehead, amongst some stay hairs and rests his hand on the back of my neck. I look up and we silently agree that we'll get though this no matter what. And most importantly, we'll get though it together.
We finish making the drinks and re-enter the lounge, with a new and unbreakable bond between us. Nothing is ever going to keep me from him, and he from me, and that includes some rule in the military.
THE END