Title: Papa's Front Porch
Author: Serendipity
Pairing: Sam/Jonas, Sam/Jack
Summary: What happens in life, and the changes that take place.
Author's Notes: I used the idea from Paul Gross, it's called "Papa's Front Porch", this story deals with abuse between boyfriend/girlfriend, and the loss of family and friends, and who to turn to. It takes place around season 3, Jonas is still around and Sam is still engaged to him. Hey it's a story I can change what I want to tell the story I want. If it's not something you are interested, just don't read it.
Feedback is welcomed.
"Sam, I said get over here!"
Sam cringed a little and hesitated as she looked at her fiancé through the bedroom door.
"Now, Sam!"
"Jonas, do we really have to go?"
He moved closer to her and reached out to grab her arm, as she moved out of reach. But that didn't stop Jonas, just enraged him more. He advanced and instead of just grabbing one arm, he grabbed both and squeezed really hard, so hard that he left read marks.
"Yes, we have to go. This isn't an option; now get your ass out that door." He yelled as he pointed towards the front door.
"But no one knows me Jonas, I wasn't invited."
If his face wasn't red enough with fury, "You go where I go, end of story."
"Jonas you are hurting me…"
He just kept holding her tighter and tighter.
"I can do what I want Sam, haven't you figured that out yet Sam."
Sam just stood there, motionless and scared to death. Lately her life had been going down the tubes, and it seemed like no one cared. She had sent her father to live with the Tokra, not that they spoke much of late, but it was still nice to have him on the same planet. Her mom had past many years ago, and it left her feeling empty, alone.
She thought that her relationship with Jonas was one of the best things to happen to her. When they met, everything was going so well. He treated her like his queen, took her places she wanted to go, and bought her flowers and gifts…
Sam wasn't sure when things started to change. She found out her father was dying of cancer, to find a cure, but to lose him in a completely different way. Sam had tried to reason with herself saying that at least he was alive.
Talking to Jonas about it was limited, she couldn't tell him everything. In fact, she had to lie about most of the story, which hadn't made it any easier on her or him. That's when the changing point was in his attitude towards Sam. He started to ignore her, not come at night until very late, and get overly jealous of everyone and everything.
One night over dinner, Sam hadn't been eating, Jonas called her on it and wanted to know what was wrong with her. She told him that night it was just a bad day, and she was worried about her father. Jonas had tuned her out at that point, but she kept talking.
In a rage, he jumped up from his chair, sending is soaring across the dining room. That startled Sam and she looked up with tears in her eyes.
"I am so tired of listening to about what happened to your father." He slammed his fist into the table next to Sam. She jumped as he continued, "Its always I miss my father or What if this or that, I can't talk to anyone, No one cares, wah wah wah…" He reached for her wrist at that point, "And you what, my favorite one is, I think I am able to trust Daniel Jackson, he's like a brother to me…"
"Jonas, please stop that its not fair."
"You know what Sam, you have a brother, I am sure he would love to talk to you about this, but no, you turn to your "team mates". Your team mates, what do they mean more to you then me or your own flesh and blood?"
"You know that's not true Jonas."
"Do I Sam?"
"You should!"
"Well I don't Sam. I don't know if I can trust you any more Sam."
"Well then maybe…."
"There is no maybe's Sam, things are going to change from here on out." His voice had risen so much that the neighbors could hear him hour houses down. Jonas raised his hand and hit her squarely across the face.
That night Sam slept curled up in a ball in bed, while Jonas slept like a log next to her, like nothing was wrong.
Author's Notes: I used the idea from Paul Gross, it's called "Papa's Front Porch", this story deals with abuse between boyfriend/girlfriend, and the loss of family and friends, and who to turn to. It takes place around season 3, Jonas is still around and Sam is still engaged to him. Hey it's a story I can change what I want to tell the story I want. If it's not something you are interested, just don't read it.
Feedback is welcomed.
"Sam, I said get over here!"
Sam cringed a little and hesitated as she looked at her fiancé through the bedroom door.
"Now, Sam!"
"Jonas, do we really have to go?"
He moved closer to her and reached out to grab her arm, as she moved out of reach. But that didn't stop Jonas, just enraged him more. He advanced and instead of just grabbing one arm, he grabbed both and squeezed really hard, so hard that he left read marks.
"Yes, we have to go. This isn't an option; now get your ass out that door." He yelled as he pointed towards the front door.
"But no one knows me Jonas, I wasn't invited."
If his face wasn't red enough with fury, "You go where I go, end of story."
"Jonas you are hurting me…"
He just kept holding her tighter and tighter.
"I can do what I want Sam, haven't you figured that out yet Sam."
Sam just stood there, motionless and scared to death. Lately her life had been going down the tubes, and it seemed like no one cared. She had sent her father to live with the Tokra, not that they spoke much of late, but it was still nice to have him on the same planet. Her mom had past many years ago, and it left her feeling empty, alone.
She thought that her relationship with Jonas was one of the best things to happen to her. When they met, everything was going so well. He treated her like his queen, took her places she wanted to go, and bought her flowers and gifts…
Sam wasn't sure when things started to change. She found out her father was dying of cancer, to find a cure, but to lose him in a completely different way. Sam had tried to reason with herself saying that at least he was alive.
Talking to Jonas about it was limited, she couldn't tell him everything. In fact, she had to lie about most of the story, which hadn't made it any easier on her or him. That's when the changing point was in his attitude towards Sam. He started to ignore her, not come at night until very late, and get overly jealous of everyone and everything.
One night over dinner, Sam hadn't been eating, Jonas called her on it and wanted to know what was wrong with her. She told him that night it was just a bad day, and she was worried about her father. Jonas had tuned her out at that point, but she kept talking.
In a rage, he jumped up from his chair, sending is soaring across the dining room. That startled Sam and she looked up with tears in her eyes.
"I am so tired of listening to about what happened to your father." He slammed his fist into the table next to Sam. She jumped as he continued, "Its always I miss my father or What if this or that, I can't talk to anyone, No one cares, wah wah wah…" He reached for her wrist at that point, "And you what, my favorite one is, I think I am able to trust Daniel Jackson, he's like a brother to me…"
"Jonas, please stop that its not fair."
"You know what Sam, you have a brother, I am sure he would love to talk to you about this, but no, you turn to your "team mates". Your team mates, what do they mean more to you then me or your own flesh and blood?"
"You know that's not true Jonas."
"Do I Sam?"
"You should!"
"Well I don't Sam. I don't know if I can trust you any more Sam."
"Well then maybe…."
"There is no maybe's Sam, things are going to change from here on out." His voice had risen so much that the neighbors could hear him hour houses down. Jonas raised his hand and hit her squarely across the face.
That night Sam slept curled up in a ball in bed, while Jonas slept like a log next to her, like nothing was wrong.