Companion piece to "It goes without saying" – Musing on Jack this time. Thanks for the reviews!
Kate98 – Thanks for the thank you! And the corrections – hopefully it should be correct now (I updated it when I uploaded this piece.)
WarmTea – Well, here's the next piece! I'm glad you liked it!
To everyone – Do I leave it at this? One half of me feels as if this is finished, and it probably would work if I left it. But there is a little plot bunny hopping around in my head that suggests I could create a story out of my musings, rather than just leaving them as vignettes. What does everyone think? Please read and review to help me decide: D
It lay unspoken, always unspoken. But he loved her. He had probably loved her from the day that she walked into that briefing room, all fiery and passionate, and had proceeded to firmly put him into his place. Arm wrestle? Hell, he could never hurt her. He loved her too damn much. And yet he hurt her every day of her life, simply by being who he was. Damn regulations. And so it lay unspoken, his love for her. It could never come out – it would ruin them. They locked it up in that little room, never to be talked about again. "Leave it in the room." The only way they could both survive, but could he call it surviving? Without her he couldn't comprehend wanting to live. When he was called back to the Stargate program a second time, he didn't intend to return to Earth. At least, not living. But she gave him a reason to fight, to live another day. And now he couldn't ever imagine not having her in his life. Even though he knew one day would be the one. The day that one, or both, of them wouldn't return. He knew that one day, they would lose. And that day would break him, because he would die without her. But still he stayed; he walked through that shimmering puddle into what could be their deaths. He had no alternative. He couldn't live without her. But they could never be together. And so he could never tell her that when she died, he would too. He could never tell her that without her, there was no life. And so the truth, though he knew that somehow she would know, lay unspoken.
