Title: In the Middle pt 9
Spoilers: None really
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine don't sue me!
Archive: SJD yes AN: Wow so it's over. I hope that I didn't offend anyone here. And I hope that this is one of those stories that you take a second to think about after you read it. And on a side note, it's kind of a funny story. I'm in this archaeology class in college, and we were talking about Atlantis. And on of the Nazi theories is that there was a meteor that to Earth, which held the original Atlantians. The survivors turned out to be the pure "Aryan" race, which Hitler claimed were the Germans. Well, that's not what I think but it's what he thought. Kinda funny how everything in life turns out to be connected one way or another. Feedback loved!
Sam rolled over the bed for the um-teenth time that night. She finally broke down and looked at her watch. And it was, oh, 5:19. A fact that sent her blasting straight up, eyes wide like an owl.
5:19. The last time she woke up at that time was a month ago, the day before she was sent through the Stargate. It was amazing to think they had only been there a month. It felt like a lifetime they were there.
They only arrived back home two days ago, but everything still seemed fuzzy. Janet, being the Napoleonic power monger she was, wouldn't even allow them to think about leaving base. She was in the infirmary, and thankfully she had been taken off of the IV drip earlier that night. They were all put on one because of the lack of nutrients and malnutrition they acquired while slaving away. After taking in a deep, shuddering breath, she mentally scolded herself for looking down at her newly acquired tattoo before she even realized she was looking at it.
"Stop it Carter." His voice startled her out of her staring.
"Sir?" she whispered back to him, not wanting anyone else to wake up.
"Stop looking at it Carter. You'll never get over it if you keep looking at it," he scolded.
"Actually, I was thinking of how much money it would take to get it removed," she replied in all seriousness. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, as if to say "Ok fine whatever."
"Get some sleep Carter. You shouldn't even be up."
"Then why are you up sir?" she asked. He quickly looked away from her, like a kid caught with his hand in the preverbal cookie jar.
"Couldn't sleep," came the whispery reply.
"Yeah, me either," she whispered back. They couldn't help it; they went back to the planet in their minds.
"I thought that was it. When we were in that cart, I thought that was the end." She was happy their beds were next to each other because his whispers were so quite she wouldn't have heard them otherwise.
"I did too," she replied.
"That'll put a lot of things in perspective, you know? I mean we thought we were invincible. We are SG-1, we make the crazy escapes. The ones you only see on TV. And then the characters on the show can do whatever they want with whom ever they please damn the consequences cause everything will work out in the end, and everyone will have a new car." He sighed, signaling that he was done with his little speech. And Sam knew exactly what he meant.
"Well, all TV shows must come to an end. It's a rule of physics," she joked. He turned and smiled small at her. It was one of her favorite smiles of his; it meant he wasn't really in the smiling mood, but something made him smile for real, so it was an achievement.
"Well you are our leader in physics around here."
"Yeah, you should trust me. I know a lot about physics." She debated whether or not she should go further into her train of thought. After thinking, 'Ah, what the hell!' she did.
"You know, another rule of physics is that everything will stop at one point or another. We won't be in the SGC forever." And that's when he looked over at her. There was no doubt was he was thinking; and the seriousness in his eyes reminded her why she felt the way about him she did.
"No Sam, we won't be. Soon enough," he trailed off as he moved his hand. Before he knew it, his hand was across his bed and on Sam's hand. They both just looked down at them. Sam raised her hand to they were palm to palm. The fingers interwove themselves, and an energy almost seemed to be created and could flow between each other by the simple act of holding hands. Maybe the hands didn't know the emotions behind themselves. The deep connection lasted for a few minutes, neither one wanting to break it.
Jack looked up at her, and smiled when he saw her gazing at their hands. It reminded him of a moth going towards a light. He saw how tired she was, and quite honestly how horrible she looked. She still had a little bruising on her face from Held, and had dark circles under her eyes. Which made him realize how horrible he must look. He moved his free hand to touch her cheek. He slightly rubbed his palm into her cheek, and she automatically moved into it. He leaned forward, thankful that their beds were next to each others, and places a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"You should get some sleep," he whispered, his lips newly removed but still close enough to her forehead for her to feel.
"You should too." Sighing, he moved back into his own bed, feeling slightly sad when he felt the cold in his hand where there used to be warmth. Sam settled back down on her side, facing him, and almost immediately fell asleep.
"Soon enough Sam," he repeated, not realizing that she almost immediately fell asleep, not immediately.
"So, this is ice cream," Held repeated. They managed to get out of the base a week later, under the strictest directions, and took Held to see some of their world. Why not start with ice cream?
"It sure is. How do you like it?" Sam asked.
"It's better than anything I've tasted before!" he exclaimed.
"Well then we have to get you started on other things! Pizza, nachos, beer, ah yes beer. How I've missed the beer," Jack said.
"Well sir, I don't know. I think chocolate ice cream is right up there. Especially with fudge chucks in it…" she started slowly, her voice almost becoming husky.
"That's our Sam, chocolate fiend," Daniel laughed.
"Chocolate is most enjoyable. It creates endorphins in your brain which cause you to experience bliss," Teal'c stated. He took a heaping spoon of ice cream and put it in his mouth. After pulling it out, he had a grin on his face.
"MMmMMmmmmnnnn, endorphins," Jack purred, imitating Homer Simpson.
"You know what Held? Something just occurred to me. In German, your name means hero. And in a way, you are," Daniel said between mouthfuls of ice cream.
"Me?" Held asked.
"Yeah! If you didn't help us, we probably wouldn't all be sitting here right now." With that said, everyone let the comment sink in. Wishing that he didn't just break a mood, Daniel started again.
"And it's kind of ironic. You name mean hero in German, right? Well in World War Two we fought the Nazi Germans. They were our enemies. And we were saved… by… their… hero…" Daniel started. Everyone just look awkwardly at him. Teal'c had his eyebrow raised with a spoon in his mouth.
"Or is it one of those things that are funny to linguists only?"
"There ya go!" Jack said. The group laughed together with Daniel, not at him, or so Sam told him later. But the imprisonment was something that none of them ever forgot or laugh about, which helped them understand their culture a little better. They already understood how the Gou'uld were; evil, horrible creatures who did anything for personal gain. And now they knew who to blame when their own people did exactly that.
The end!!! Feedback craved!
Archive: SJD yes AN: Wow so it's over. I hope that I didn't offend anyone here. And I hope that this is one of those stories that you take a second to think about after you read it. And on a side note, it's kind of a funny story. I'm in this archaeology class in college, and we were talking about Atlantis. And on of the Nazi theories is that there was a meteor that to Earth, which held the original Atlantians. The survivors turned out to be the pure "Aryan" race, which Hitler claimed were the Germans. Well, that's not what I think but it's what he thought. Kinda funny how everything in life turns out to be connected one way or another. Feedback loved!
Sam rolled over the bed for the um-teenth time that night. She finally broke down and looked at her watch. And it was, oh, 5:19. A fact that sent her blasting straight up, eyes wide like an owl.
5:19. The last time she woke up at that time was a month ago, the day before she was sent through the Stargate. It was amazing to think they had only been there a month. It felt like a lifetime they were there.
They only arrived back home two days ago, but everything still seemed fuzzy. Janet, being the Napoleonic power monger she was, wouldn't even allow them to think about leaving base. She was in the infirmary, and thankfully she had been taken off of the IV drip earlier that night. They were all put on one because of the lack of nutrients and malnutrition they acquired while slaving away. After taking in a deep, shuddering breath, she mentally scolded herself for looking down at her newly acquired tattoo before she even realized she was looking at it.
"Stop it Carter." His voice startled her out of her staring.
"Sir?" she whispered back to him, not wanting anyone else to wake up.
"Stop looking at it Carter. You'll never get over it if you keep looking at it," he scolded.
"Actually, I was thinking of how much money it would take to get it removed," she replied in all seriousness. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, as if to say "Ok fine whatever."
"Get some sleep Carter. You shouldn't even be up."
"Then why are you up sir?" she asked. He quickly looked away from her, like a kid caught with his hand in the preverbal cookie jar.
"Couldn't sleep," came the whispery reply.
"Yeah, me either," she whispered back. They couldn't help it; they went back to the planet in their minds.
"I thought that was it. When we were in that cart, I thought that was the end." She was happy their beds were next to each other because his whispers were so quite she wouldn't have heard them otherwise.
"I did too," she replied.
"That'll put a lot of things in perspective, you know? I mean we thought we were invincible. We are SG-1, we make the crazy escapes. The ones you only see on TV. And then the characters on the show can do whatever they want with whom ever they please damn the consequences cause everything will work out in the end, and everyone will have a new car." He sighed, signaling that he was done with his little speech. And Sam knew exactly what he meant.
"Well, all TV shows must come to an end. It's a rule of physics," she joked. He turned and smiled small at her. It was one of her favorite smiles of his; it meant he wasn't really in the smiling mood, but something made him smile for real, so it was an achievement.
"Well you are our leader in physics around here."
"Yeah, you should trust me. I know a lot about physics." She debated whether or not she should go further into her train of thought. After thinking, 'Ah, what the hell!' she did.
"You know, another rule of physics is that everything will stop at one point or another. We won't be in the SGC forever." And that's when he looked over at her. There was no doubt was he was thinking; and the seriousness in his eyes reminded her why she felt the way about him she did.
"No Sam, we won't be. Soon enough," he trailed off as he moved his hand. Before he knew it, his hand was across his bed and on Sam's hand. They both just looked down at them. Sam raised her hand to they were palm to palm. The fingers interwove themselves, and an energy almost seemed to be created and could flow between each other by the simple act of holding hands. Maybe the hands didn't know the emotions behind themselves. The deep connection lasted for a few minutes, neither one wanting to break it.
Jack looked up at her, and smiled when he saw her gazing at their hands. It reminded him of a moth going towards a light. He saw how tired she was, and quite honestly how horrible she looked. She still had a little bruising on her face from Held, and had dark circles under her eyes. Which made him realize how horrible he must look. He moved his free hand to touch her cheek. He slightly rubbed his palm into her cheek, and she automatically moved into it. He leaned forward, thankful that their beds were next to each others, and places a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"You should get some sleep," he whispered, his lips newly removed but still close enough to her forehead for her to feel.
"You should too." Sighing, he moved back into his own bed, feeling slightly sad when he felt the cold in his hand where there used to be warmth. Sam settled back down on her side, facing him, and almost immediately fell asleep.
"Soon enough Sam," he repeated, not realizing that she almost immediately fell asleep, not immediately.
"So, this is ice cream," Held repeated. They managed to get out of the base a week later, under the strictest directions, and took Held to see some of their world. Why not start with ice cream?
"It sure is. How do you like it?" Sam asked.
"It's better than anything I've tasted before!" he exclaimed.
"Well then we have to get you started on other things! Pizza, nachos, beer, ah yes beer. How I've missed the beer," Jack said.
"Well sir, I don't know. I think chocolate ice cream is right up there. Especially with fudge chucks in it…" she started slowly, her voice almost becoming husky.
"That's our Sam, chocolate fiend," Daniel laughed.
"Chocolate is most enjoyable. It creates endorphins in your brain which cause you to experience bliss," Teal'c stated. He took a heaping spoon of ice cream and put it in his mouth. After pulling it out, he had a grin on his face.
"MMmMMmmmmnnnn, endorphins," Jack purred, imitating Homer Simpson.
"You know what Held? Something just occurred to me. In German, your name means hero. And in a way, you are," Daniel said between mouthfuls of ice cream.
"Me?" Held asked.
"Yeah! If you didn't help us, we probably wouldn't all be sitting here right now." With that said, everyone let the comment sink in. Wishing that he didn't just break a mood, Daniel started again.
"And it's kind of ironic. You name mean hero in German, right? Well in World War Two we fought the Nazi Germans. They were our enemies. And we were saved… by… their… hero…" Daniel started. Everyone just look awkwardly at him. Teal'c had his eyebrow raised with a spoon in his mouth.
"Or is it one of those things that are funny to linguists only?"
"There ya go!" Jack said. The group laughed together with Daniel, not at him, or so Sam told him later. But the imprisonment was something that none of them ever forgot or laugh about, which helped them understand their culture a little better. They already understood how the Gou'uld were; evil, horrible creatures who did anything for personal gain. And now they knew who to blame when their own people did exactly that.
The end!!! Feedback craved!