Two Heroes
By Mlle Lambert
Spoilers: Major ones for "Heroes." "Grace," "Divide and Conquer," "Solitudes," and "Right of Passage."
Season/Sequel: Season 7
Rating: PG
Content Warnings: Character death
Pairings: Sam/Jack, Daniel/Janet
Summary: Two people on the brink of death. Which one will live and which life will be forfeit?
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Whoever owns them owns them! If I did, I'd be writing the scripts, not the fanfic!
Author's Notes: Another one of those stories that just came to me out of nowhere.
Written: December 18, 2003
Archive: Ask me first
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Part 1
A part of me dies as I see you fall on the battlefield. Regret drowns me in its awful cold. I want to hit my knees and cry out in despair.
What if the circumstances had been different? What would have happened if the regulations didn't forbid us to be together? How about if it had been like in other realities? Then we could have had a relationship, and maybe even a marriage.
Now that can never happen. Even as I rush to your side, a sinking feeling tells me that it's too late to do anything. I beg you to hang in there as I find a faint pulse. "Please, Jack. I know you have the will. Just stay with me."
I cry over your prone body even though I don't want to. I pull you to safety all the while pleading for you to hold on just a little bit longer. Thoughts of dreams I've had of you and me and what we've done in the past seven years rush through my head. There are so many moments we've ad. There's been a touch now and then, a look here and there, and the promise of tomorrow.
I can see an image I've seen many times. It's the one of our first real kiss-the way I would want it to be. It was the one I had while I was trapped on the Prometheus, and the one I wanted us to share. There's a memory from the zatarc incident. I even see on from the time we ended up in Antarctica.
Watching these replay in my head bring more tears to my eyes. Everything we've done.everything we could have done.meaningless. No one but a precious few will really know why you died. I wipe my eyes as someone approaches not wanting to let them see weakness.
It's a medical team. They're here for you. I hold you hand as you're lifted onto the stretcher, and I swear I can feel a light squeeze before I have to let go. I follow the team though the Stargate, not registering whether or not the fight is still being waged. All I can think about is why things had to be so complicated.
~*~ So what did you think? Please review, then read Part Two. :-)
By Mlle Lambert
Spoilers: Major ones for "Heroes." "Grace," "Divide and Conquer," "Solitudes," and "Right of Passage."
Season/Sequel: Season 7
Rating: PG
Content Warnings: Character death
Pairings: Sam/Jack, Daniel/Janet
Summary: Two people on the brink of death. Which one will live and which life will be forfeit?
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Whoever owns them owns them! If I did, I'd be writing the scripts, not the fanfic!
Author's Notes: Another one of those stories that just came to me out of nowhere.
Written: December 18, 2003
Archive: Ask me first
~*~
Part 1
A part of me dies as I see you fall on the battlefield. Regret drowns me in its awful cold. I want to hit my knees and cry out in despair.
What if the circumstances had been different? What would have happened if the regulations didn't forbid us to be together? How about if it had been like in other realities? Then we could have had a relationship, and maybe even a marriage.
Now that can never happen. Even as I rush to your side, a sinking feeling tells me that it's too late to do anything. I beg you to hang in there as I find a faint pulse. "Please, Jack. I know you have the will. Just stay with me."
I cry over your prone body even though I don't want to. I pull you to safety all the while pleading for you to hold on just a little bit longer. Thoughts of dreams I've had of you and me and what we've done in the past seven years rush through my head. There are so many moments we've ad. There's been a touch now and then, a look here and there, and the promise of tomorrow.
I can see an image I've seen many times. It's the one of our first real kiss-the way I would want it to be. It was the one I had while I was trapped on the Prometheus, and the one I wanted us to share. There's a memory from the zatarc incident. I even see on from the time we ended up in Antarctica.
Watching these replay in my head bring more tears to my eyes. Everything we've done.everything we could have done.meaningless. No one but a precious few will really know why you died. I wipe my eyes as someone approaches not wanting to let them see weakness.
It's a medical team. They're here for you. I hold you hand as you're lifted onto the stretcher, and I swear I can feel a light squeeze before I have to let go. I follow the team though the Stargate, not registering whether or not the fight is still being waged. All I can think about is why things had to be so complicated.
~*~ So what did you think? Please review, then read Part Two. :-)
