Apologies again! I had a few things come up, but here's chapter five.
Seven Days of Hell -Chapter Five-
Sam lay against the cool metal of her cage bars, breath coming in heaves as her eyes moved rapidly behind closed lids. Sleep had claimed her at last and now, Sam was dreaming.
In her dream, Sam was running in an open field. There was no pain. Warm sun caressed her face as her happy smile lit up the sky around her. Even through the sun and clouds, Sam could see the stars, tiny pinpricks of light that winked briefly every now and again as if to acknowledge her attention.
And there was Earth, her beautiful home, spinning lazily through the galaxy, no true testament to the hustle and bustle that lay beneath the blue and green blanket.
And there was Jack, Sam realized as a broad shouldered man came into vision. His eyes were tired, but they held a familiar light in them. But this wasn't her Jack.
He was grayer than this in person.
Upon reaching her, Jack held out his arms to embrace her. Laughing, Sam dodged out of his reach, skipping away as Jack raced after her, catching little whispers of her dress, her hair.
Later, exhausted, Sam plopped onto the ground, stubbornly refusing Jack's embrace. She looked up at him and he down at her with a gentle reproachful stare. Grinning ear to ear, Sam scooped a handful of flower petals and threw them into the air around Jack, watching the tiny pink blossoms nestle in his silver hair and wrinkled clothes.
He rolled his eyes, then sat next to her, groaning slightly at the unusual position. They sat, looking at each other for a long while until the last blossom fell, landing on Sam's nose with a graceful twirl. Gently, Jack reached over and brushed the flower off of her fair skin, his calloused thumb moving to trace the contours of her face. She smiled sadly as he removed his hand with an awkward cough.
Giving into impulse, Sam turned and fell back, her head landing on his lap. Jack seemed surprised at first and then relaxed, leaning back so their bodies formed an 'L' on the flower field. Absentmindedly, he ran his hand through her hair, his fingers delicately picking out buds and placing them on a pile on her shirt.
Suddenly, Sam sat up, Jack following suit a moment later. The flowers, pink but a moment ago, were turning blood red. Sam looked at Jack in astonishment only to see him turn red as well. His hands became the blossoms and his image faded, blowing away in a sudden fierce wind, turning him all to flowers.
Sam sat with her mouth agape for a moment, then quickly stood up. The red blossoms flew around her, no longer gentle and fragrant, but sharp and cold. The wind pushed her down the crimson hill and, despite her resistance, into a pile of black flowers.
She braced for impact, but it never came. Instead, Sam felt herself being hoisted by a pair of strong arms. The movement was agonizing, but Sam couldn't move her mouth. The shadowy flowers had filled her mouth and lungs, leaving her unable to scream for help.
Outside Sam's mind, Jack was racing down a hill of his own, precious bundle cradled in his arms, ducking weapon's blasts and, after what seemed to be an endless slog through water, hurled himself and Sam through the Stargate, Goa'uld close behind.
-End Chapter Five-
Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I have been dying to write that flower scene for so long, so please let me know what you thought. Any suggestions? See ya next chapter!