Pt. 5
My Corney Jokes and Her Techno Babble
Sam's POV
I got out of the bed, not caring that I was still in a hospital gown, and ran to the front desk.
"I'm looking for a Jack O'Neill."
The nurse frunbled through the papers. "Room 103."
"Thank you." and was on my way.
Jack's POV
Janet left after she told me to let me collect my thoughts. She also got some of the wires moved making it easier to sit up. 'Great, I wouldn't be surprized if she came through…' and that's exatly what she did, in a hospital gown too.
"Hey Carter." I said wearily.
Sam's POV
As I apporached the door, I stopped before I touched the door knob. I always found it hard to talk with him… although I end up doing in anyway. But instead of going back, I gathered my pride and opened the door.
"Hey Carter." he said wearily. "Sir," I greeted, trying to ignore all the tubs flowing in and out of his body, and took a seat next to his bed.
"Look, I'm sorry I…" I pressed my finger lightly on his lips.
"Shh... don't be sorry for anything sir. You should rest." I took my finger back and smoothed his hair with a smile on my face. I rested my hand lightly on his head for a bit and closed my eyes, my smile starting to become shakey. I started to bite my lower lip.
Jack's POV
When she opened her eyes, they were filled with unshead tears. "It's my fault." I whispered.
She shook her head. "No, he died doing what he loved best."
"You loved him, Carter." I stated.
Sam's POV
I didn't, couldn't answer and turned away from him, withdrawing my hand. 'Did I love him?' I don't know. There was a bit of silence before any of us spoke. Then he started, "Carter?" I faced him, but kept out of eye contact. "Yes, sir?"
Jack's POV
"Why are you really here?" I asked.
"I wanted to see if you were okay, sir." she said honestly.
"Thanks Carter." Her eyes locked with mine and a small smile formed on her lips. "Any time sir, any time."
"So…"
"So?"
"…care to explain the gown?" I said sarcastically. She blushed and looked down at her hands.
"I guess I was a bit traumatized." she said.
Sam's POV
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why?" he asked.
I closed my eyes and whispered softly, "Because I thought you were dead." I kept my eyes shut but a tear still fell. Unaware that his hand reached out, I flinched as he cupped my cheek. I held on to his hand as he brushed it away.
"It's okay, I'm okay, everything'll be okay." he said reassuringly while caressing my cheek with his thumb. I nodded my head slightly, opened my eyes and gave him a sad smile.
Jack's POV
After that, we just talked about everything and nothing, me with my corney jokes and Sam with her techno babble.
It was perfect.
A/N: I thought it sucked... I'm gonna remove it off the site if no one likes it, so R and R
