Title: The Worst Fear
Author: so_close
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did, believe me, I'd be typing this on a much better computer...
Spoilers: None
AN: This one is kind of depressing, but not overly so. Like anyone else, I love reviews, as well as constructive criticism...
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You never wanted to see this. It was too much. It tortured your mind and took away every thread of your consciousness, only to permit you to endure more. She was beautiful. The word "was" burned as it passed through your mind, searing its meaning deep into your very soul.
Only two days ago, you'd seen the one thing you were sure was your worst fear. The flash of light and blur of blonde...it was a thing of nightmares placed into the real world. You rushed to her side and knelt on the blood- soaked ground. Her blue eyes were already fading, but she saw you. Thank God, she saw you. Those last few seconds had saved what little remained of your sanity.
She was gone, both of you knew it, but the look on her face pleaded for you to stay beside her with every ounce of life left in it. Nothing could have made you leave that spot, not even your own death. At least you could give her that.
You still remember the pain distorting her features. That was another thing you had hoped never to have to see again. The last word to escape from her mouth was your name, and you'll never forget the final time her lips formed it. "Jack..." Not Colonel, not sir, just Jack. Too bad the memory should be so damned.
Now she lay still inside a box, the view of her still static inside your mind, lifeless features softened in the appearance of a peaceful slumber. But you know better. You realized that those eyes would never open again, that you would never again be able to lose yourself in them over another conversation you wouldn't come close to remembering. And now you know this is your worst fear of all.
She was still more beautiful than anyone you had ever known. Her skin, her hair...you loved everything about her. But this lifeless shell in front of you wasn't her, wasn't the Sam you knew. Her physical beauty was what had made you look twice, but her character had made you respect her. The liveliness, the workaholic tendencies, the ability to immerse herself fully into everything that she did—that was Sam Carter.
They say you never realize how much you love something until it's gone. Only now do you know that they're all right. Only now can you feel how much a part of you she really was through the hole torn by her death. And the worst part...she died for you.
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AN: Like it? Hate it? Let me know...
Author: so_close
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. If they did, believe me, I'd be typing this on a much better computer...
Spoilers: None
AN: This one is kind of depressing, but not overly so. Like anyone else, I love reviews, as well as constructive criticism...
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You never wanted to see this. It was too much. It tortured your mind and took away every thread of your consciousness, only to permit you to endure more. She was beautiful. The word "was" burned as it passed through your mind, searing its meaning deep into your very soul.
Only two days ago, you'd seen the one thing you were sure was your worst fear. The flash of light and blur of blonde...it was a thing of nightmares placed into the real world. You rushed to her side and knelt on the blood- soaked ground. Her blue eyes were already fading, but she saw you. Thank God, she saw you. Those last few seconds had saved what little remained of your sanity.
She was gone, both of you knew it, but the look on her face pleaded for you to stay beside her with every ounce of life left in it. Nothing could have made you leave that spot, not even your own death. At least you could give her that.
You still remember the pain distorting her features. That was another thing you had hoped never to have to see again. The last word to escape from her mouth was your name, and you'll never forget the final time her lips formed it. "Jack..." Not Colonel, not sir, just Jack. Too bad the memory should be so damned.
Now she lay still inside a box, the view of her still static inside your mind, lifeless features softened in the appearance of a peaceful slumber. But you know better. You realized that those eyes would never open again, that you would never again be able to lose yourself in them over another conversation you wouldn't come close to remembering. And now you know this is your worst fear of all.
She was still more beautiful than anyone you had ever known. Her skin, her hair...you loved everything about her. But this lifeless shell in front of you wasn't her, wasn't the Sam you knew. Her physical beauty was what had made you look twice, but her character had made you respect her. The liveliness, the workaholic tendencies, the ability to immerse herself fully into everything that she did—that was Sam Carter.
They say you never realize how much you love something until it's gone. Only now do you know that they're all right. Only now can you feel how much a part of you she really was through the hole torn by her death. And the worst part...she died for you.
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AN: Like it? Hate it? Let me know...