Title: Cold water surrounds me now
Content Warnings: Angst, Drama, Drabble
Pairings: S/J
Spoilers: None
Season: Eight
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His eyes shone like he was in me,
And his hands were oh so cold....
Author's notes: Um, still finishing the large fic, and the little ones are STILL coming out.
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist. SamandJack.net please
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. And I owe even less...
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Cold water surrounds me now
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His eyes shone like he was in me,
And his hands were oh so cold....
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I pleaded for him, and all at once I prayed,
"Sir, Just leave."
You could smell the fear all around us, climbing up the non-existent walls,
"No. I won't."
But all I could feel were his hands.
"You have to..."
They passed frantically against my arms, above and below the rippled, scarlet water, and suddenly, I felt the need to feel nothing,
"Sir?"
Nothing except him, eyes caught in a blessed second of time, and merging translucently with my own,
"General...?"
My contemplation of us was waist-high in my own fear. But for second, I wasn't afraid of him, even the way in which he held me...
"Shhh. Just breathe."
The cold water, it still surrounds us, and out of it, I'm most shocked because,
He doesn't have a joke for me right now.
"Jack?"
I feel it in the way he looks at me. Pained and trying to be emotionless. His thoughts were never hidden well, never when they mattered most, and in a second, I feel compelled to say how much I wished I loved him like he was blindly and completely in love with me.
"Yea?"
I feel his shudder, hands on me now...and then,
"I...I can't feel my waist."
I wish I'd said, 'I love you Jack...and that I'm never leaving.'
But I don't want to look into his eyes.
"You-you're...going to be okay, Carter. You're going to be..."
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In many rivers wide, I am waist-high in Idyllic delusion,
Past knee high in thought, and not without feeling,
Stealing extra time of mine, without knowing how,
In all that I feel,
Coldwater surrounds me now...
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This fic, and the little poem were formed from the song 'Cold Water' By Damien Rice
Any feedback is absolutely fantastic, so send away.
Athena
Content Warnings: Angst, Drama, Drabble
Pairings: S/J
Spoilers: None
Season: Eight
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His eyes shone like he was in me,
And his hands were oh so cold....
Author's notes: Um, still finishing the large fic, and the little ones are STILL coming out.
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist. SamandJack.net please
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. And I owe even less...
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Cold water surrounds me now
-----------------------------------------------
His eyes shone like he was in me,
And his hands were oh so cold....
-------------------------------------------------
I pleaded for him, and all at once I prayed,
"Sir, Just leave."
You could smell the fear all around us, climbing up the non-existent walls,
"No. I won't."
But all I could feel were his hands.
"You have to..."
They passed frantically against my arms, above and below the rippled, scarlet water, and suddenly, I felt the need to feel nothing,
"Sir?"
Nothing except him, eyes caught in a blessed second of time, and merging translucently with my own,
"General...?"
My contemplation of us was waist-high in my own fear. But for second, I wasn't afraid of him, even the way in which he held me...
"Shhh. Just breathe."
The cold water, it still surrounds us, and out of it, I'm most shocked because,
He doesn't have a joke for me right now.
"Jack?"
I feel it in the way he looks at me. Pained and trying to be emotionless. His thoughts were never hidden well, never when they mattered most, and in a second, I feel compelled to say how much I wished I loved him like he was blindly and completely in love with me.
"Yea?"
I feel his shudder, hands on me now...and then,
"I...I can't feel my waist."
I wish I'd said, 'I love you Jack...and that I'm never leaving.'
But I don't want to look into his eyes.
"You-you're...going to be okay, Carter. You're going to be..."
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In many rivers wide, I am waist-high in Idyllic delusion,
Past knee high in thought, and not without feeling,
Stealing extra time of mine, without knowing how,
In all that I feel,
Coldwater surrounds me now...
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This fic, and the little poem were formed from the song 'Cold Water' By Damien Rice
Any feedback is absolutely fantastic, so send away.
Athena