Moments
By AmaunetX

A collection of moments and insights into our favorite couple's unguarded moments throughout the past seven or so years. Sam-Jack
Stargate SG1 and all other related thingies belong to MGM and other such people, not me. So there.
AN: I am here to contaminate your minds with shippyness: laughs evily : Right, I'll be putting a Shippy spin on almost every episode I see it in.

Moment One – Evolution Part Two

She is working on the armor, she has to do something to keep her mind off of Daniel, off of the almost certain doom Earth faces if she doesn't figure out a way. And then he comes in, a better distraction, for sure. But he doesn't bound in, just moves in from the shadows. She knows he is there, she just does, there isn't any other viable reason why she knows, she just does. He is silent though, and moves to the edge of her desk, fingers uncurling on the desk's surface, and she can't help but ask, because there aren't many times where she sees him so worried, and it peaks her interest more than it should.

"Sir?" She wants to wince at the worried tone of her voice, but it is just the two of them, after all.

"I'm goin' after Daniel."

No. Nonononono. She doesn't want him to, not ever. Daniel was just being Daniel, and he might be dead. Jack O'Neill acting like Jack O'Neill was even more of a threat. She wanted to scream or cry, because she didn't want Daniel dead (again), but she never, ever wanted Jack to be even close to dying, ever. "Good."

She doesn't know why she said that, it is what is expected of her, after all. But she still wants to say no.

"This… other mission." He sounds worried, as if he too wished he didn't have to leave her out their without him. She wishes it too, she wants him to be there so she can watch his six, and feel better knowing that he is watching her's, too.

"Shouldn't be a problem, Sir." Oh, it was so going to be a problem, because she was going to be millions of light years away from him, and he was going into who knows where and might never come back, and so could she, and she doesn't want to, not now, not ever.

And then he gives his grin, though the light doesn't reach his eyes, and she hopes, wishes, wants the same thought is in his mind.

"When do you leave?" She can't help but ask, hoping that maybe, maybe she could tell him, just this once, before they leave to go down separate paths, she can tell him how she feels.

"Now." He too sounds sad, and she wants to cry. Damn it, the world hates her today, has hated her everyday since she met him.

"Good luck." Jack. She adds, only to herself. And she means it, yes, because she wants him back so that she can love him secretly, hell, at least have a chance to love him.

"You too." No last names, no ranks, no sirs, just plain. And she relishes that, she really does. If he had said 'Major' or 'Carter' she would have cried, and if he had said 'Sam', she would have kissed him.

And then he leaves, and she can only stare wistfully after him, but he gave her a small grin before he did so, and she tries to hold back tears, words running though her head.

Come back to me, Jack. Be safe, don't go. I love you…

But she is alone now, alone.