Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, not even a lama.
I originally wrote this story three years ago, and as I browsed through my old fanfic's I came upon this one and re-read it. I found it needed a lot of work – still does most likely- but I gave it a basic once over and am now reposting it with the hope that if there are any other errors you all will catch them and tell me about them, as I work on it myself.
Colonel Jack O'Neill watched as Daniel Jackson led Brenna out of the room, then he turned toward Sam. 'I wonder,' he thought 'what would have happened had it taken more time for us to remember.'
Sam's voice woke him out of his reverie.
"So, Colonel."
Jack shifted his feet as he turned
to looked at her, his face impassive. "Major."
"That bald man you were trying to remember?" Her eyes danced.
"General Hammond," he replied.
"Right."
"He's
from Texas, you know." A small quirky smile settled across his
features as he spoke. "It's all coming back." "Yes,
sir."
Suddenly the smile left his face, "Yes sir,"
he echoed, resignation filled his voice.
They just looked at each other and for a moment, they caught a glimpse of the feelings that lay beyond their military masks.
Then, with a sigh, Sam pulled her eyes away. "Lets go home," he said, his voice was quiet yet it pierced the surrounding silence.
"Yes sir." She turned to walk out of the door and he followed.
Lost in their own thoughts, they walked, mechanically rounding turns through the now evacuated area. Both wondered what could have been, had they not remembered, and cherished the few moments that they had been able to share before their short stay away from regulated lives had ended.
They had been sitting on the cold floor, Sam's head nestled against Jack's shoulder, their quiet breathing the only sound in the empty hall.
"I don't remember much, but I remember feeling . . . feelings," he mused, interrupting the silence around them.
"For me?" she asked looking up at him, her eyes over bright.
"No, for Tor." he said sarcastically, earning a sleepy laugh from her before their eye's met and not for the first time they became lost in each other. "Oh," she said, without looking away, "that makes me feel better."
Suddenly,
right before they rounded the last corner, on impulse Sam reached out
and took Jack's hand. He looked down at her, brown eyes meeting
blue, and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze,
then let go as they
stepped back into the light of day... And reality.
The end