Title: SilenceTitle: Silence
Spoilers: Chimera and Death Knell
A/N: A slight detour - this is a little different, and we've got two different
POV's to contend with.
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Teal'c and I had taken turns. It was 'old hand' for us both. To sit here and
wait turn by turn until there was some news. Until we were allowed in to see whomever it
was we were waiting for.
This time round it was Sam. I saw her in my mind now, as I'd seen her when
she'd been brought through the gate. Pale and unconscious, on a stretcher held by Jack
and Teal'c. There were others who had followed, who could have helped with the
load, but I knew that the two of them had carried their precious cargo by themselves,
refusing any and all offered aid.
It was something that we did. We didn't even think about it. One of us was
hurt? Then we all looked out for them. And God help anyone who got in our way.
It was my turn to wait alone - as Teal'c had gone to get me some much needed
coffee and himself some water. And it was my turn to watch as Sam's new 'boyfriend'
walked past me to go to her once again. To sit beside her. A place where both
Teal'c and I had yet to be. I opened my mouth to tell him that Jack was with her at
the moment, watching over her, but he walked past too quickly for me to say
anything. So I sat there and waited for someone to come and keep me company in my silent
vigil.
And I'd managed to sit silently, immobile, as Peter Shanahan had erupted out of
the infirmary swinging doors, his face red with emotion. I watched speechless as he
stormed down the corridor, then blinked in shock as he bashed his clenched fist
into the concrete wall, a dull thud echoing down the corridor. He left without
glancing my way, and I could hear his heavy footsteps as they continued away.
I shot a look at the door, eyebrows beetling behind my glasses. Something in
there had set him off.
Before I knew it, my curiosity had overwhelmed my sense of self-preservation
(albeit small sense of self-preservation, I heard a Jack-like voice inside my head
chide) and I stood up and walked over to the swinging doors and pulled one slightly open. I
peered in and saw that the curtain around Sam's bed had been pulled back.
I blinked.
I blinked again.
I debated taking off my glasses and cleaning them, but somehow I knew that the
image would still be there.
Jack was sitting on the side of Sam's bed and was holding her. In his arms. And
he was rocking her, obviously soothing her as she cried into his shoulder. I stood
watching, unable to move as he stroked her back, his hand going up and down
gently on the rough blue smock that she was wearing.
And then I watched him do something I never thought I'd see. I stumbled back,
letting to door swing closed, and then grasped for the chair I'd been sitting on
as my knees gave out in shock.
-o0o-
I stood at 'ease' as DanielJackson informed me of O'Neill's actions, sipping
anxiously at his beverage as he did so. While I wished mightily for this
occurrence he was revealing to me to have come to pass, I found myself doubting the word of my
team-mate.
For although I knew of the deep affection between MajorCarter and O'Neill, I
doubted that they would act upon this affection. Given that MajorCarter had
recently developed a personal relationship with a person outside of my sphere of more
personal friendships, and O'Neill was more than aware of this newly formed
personal relationship, the possibility of any kind of development between the two was
highly unlikely.
Yet, despite this, DanielJackson insisted that he witnessed O'Neill kissing
MajorCarter. He defined this as a kiss to her temple, rather than on her mouth,
yet this is still, in Tau'ri definitions, a most intimate of gestures. I know I
frowned (an attitude of my face that I have endeavoured to do less of recently) yet
DanielJackson insisted that I look for myself.
So I did. I examined the scene within the infirmary before reluctantly closing
the swinging door and turning to my team mate. I hesitated.
It seemed that I had an apology to make.
-fin-
That's it! The end. Finito! NO MORE! (Got it? *glares at muse*)
Spoilers: Chimera and Death Knell
A/N: A slight detour - this is a little different, and we've got two different
POV's to contend with.
~~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~ ~
Teal'c and I had taken turns. It was 'old hand' for us both. To sit here and
wait turn by turn until there was some news. Until we were allowed in to see whomever it
was we were waiting for.
This time round it was Sam. I saw her in my mind now, as I'd seen her when
she'd been brought through the gate. Pale and unconscious, on a stretcher held by Jack
and Teal'c. There were others who had followed, who could have helped with the
load, but I knew that the two of them had carried their precious cargo by themselves,
refusing any and all offered aid.
It was something that we did. We didn't even think about it. One of us was
hurt? Then we all looked out for them. And God help anyone who got in our way.
It was my turn to wait alone - as Teal'c had gone to get me some much needed
coffee and himself some water. And it was my turn to watch as Sam's new 'boyfriend'
walked past me to go to her once again. To sit beside her. A place where both
Teal'c and I had yet to be. I opened my mouth to tell him that Jack was with her at
the moment, watching over her, but he walked past too quickly for me to say
anything. So I sat there and waited for someone to come and keep me company in my silent
vigil.
And I'd managed to sit silently, immobile, as Peter Shanahan had erupted out of
the infirmary swinging doors, his face red with emotion. I watched speechless as he
stormed down the corridor, then blinked in shock as he bashed his clenched fist
into the concrete wall, a dull thud echoing down the corridor. He left without
glancing my way, and I could hear his heavy footsteps as they continued away.
I shot a look at the door, eyebrows beetling behind my glasses. Something in
there had set him off.
Before I knew it, my curiosity had overwhelmed my sense of self-preservation
(albeit small sense of self-preservation, I heard a Jack-like voice inside my head
chide) and I stood up and walked over to the swinging doors and pulled one slightly open. I
peered in and saw that the curtain around Sam's bed had been pulled back.
I blinked.
I blinked again.
I debated taking off my glasses and cleaning them, but somehow I knew that the
image would still be there.
Jack was sitting on the side of Sam's bed and was holding her. In his arms. And
he was rocking her, obviously soothing her as she cried into his shoulder. I stood
watching, unable to move as he stroked her back, his hand going up and down
gently on the rough blue smock that she was wearing.
And then I watched him do something I never thought I'd see. I stumbled back,
letting to door swing closed, and then grasped for the chair I'd been sitting on
as my knees gave out in shock.
-o0o-
I stood at 'ease' as DanielJackson informed me of O'Neill's actions, sipping
anxiously at his beverage as he did so. While I wished mightily for this
occurrence he was revealing to me to have come to pass, I found myself doubting the word of my
team-mate.
For although I knew of the deep affection between MajorCarter and O'Neill, I
doubted that they would act upon this affection. Given that MajorCarter had
recently developed a personal relationship with a person outside of my sphere of more
personal friendships, and O'Neill was more than aware of this newly formed
personal relationship, the possibility of any kind of development between the two was
highly unlikely.
Yet, despite this, DanielJackson insisted that he witnessed O'Neill kissing
MajorCarter. He defined this as a kiss to her temple, rather than on her mouth,
yet this is still, in Tau'ri definitions, a most intimate of gestures. I know I
frowned (an attitude of my face that I have endeavoured to do less of recently) yet
DanielJackson insisted that I look for myself.
So I did. I examined the scene within the infirmary before reluctantly closing
the swinging door and turning to my team mate. I hesitated.
It seemed that I had an apology to make.
-fin-
That's it! The end. Finito! NO MORE! (Got it? *glares at muse*)