The end is finally here.
Wake Up Call – Epilogue
She had cried. She had wished. She had told them it was a mistake. It wasn't a mistake. Crying, wishing, denial, they had done her no good. What was left? Nothing, she answered herself, devoid of emotion, empty. Nothing.
"That is not true," a little voice said from the back of her head.
For once, she wasn't talking to herself.
Nenet had been quiet since she had spoken with the Tok'ra council and suggested it might be a good idea to go to Earth with her host. Sam hadn't noticed the silence. But she noticed the voice. It was strange, out of place. Memories of Jolinar rushed back. It didn't improve her mood.
She was lying alone in the deserted Infirmary, lying on her back because the wounds to her abdomen had yet to heal. It had been three days since their infliction and she had only been stable enough to return home a few hours ago.
"What do I have?" She whispered hoarsely.
She couldn't get used to talking to herself inside her own head, there was too much there already. Too noisy. Too busy.
"You have him," Nenet answered, "he loves you."
"He won't love me anymore," Sam whispered.
"That is not true."
"He'll hate me."
"Because you can not give him children?"
"Yes. And because of you."
"I am very sorry and very grateful that you saved my life."
"It was my choice. I don't regret it."
"If he really loved you he will stand by your decision."
"And if he never loved me enough?"
"It is clear from the way he looks at you that that is not the case."
The room lapsed back into silence. She curled, painfully, onto her side.
Jack watched her from the doorway. He didn't know what to do. He had never been good with emotions. Should he go in and comfort her? Should he give her some space? He couldn't think of anything to say, anything to do, so how could he comfort her.
"How is she?"
Jack glanced up. Daniel was standing beside him, his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking very uncomfortable.
"Doc Fraser said she's healing nicely," Jack answered, looking back down.
"And how is she?"
Jack looked at his best friend, locking eyes. He shrugged.
"Don't you think you should talk to her?" Daniel asked.
"I tried," he said, "she wouldn't talk to me. I didn't know what to say anyway."
"You're going to get through this," Daniel assured him.
Jack looked back down at his feet and shrugged again.
"Any news on the Goa'uld?" He asked, changing the subject.
"The Tok'ra sent a scout to the planet, there was nothing there but the ruins of the palace," Daniel answered, "they think she made it out."
Silence.
"Look, Daniel, I'm sorry for the way I reacted in the game thing, when I thought Sam was dead," he apologised.
"It wasn't real," Daniel dismissed.
"It was still stupid of me."
Silence.
"See you later," Daniel said turning away. He stopped in the middle of a step and turned back. "She's going to be okay," he assured before walking away.
Jack went back to watching his wife. She was still, clutching her abdomen. She looked so small, so lost. It suddenly didn't matter that it wasn't just her anymore. It didn't matter that there was a Tok'ra inside her. All that mattered was that she was hurting and he had to be there with her.
He opened the door and walked in. Sam didn't react to the sound of his steps. She didn't speak as he sat on the edge of her bed. She flinched when he placed a hand on back.
"I love you," he told her softly.
So, that was it. I'm working on a sequel so it might not always end in such a depressing way.
Press the little button and tell me what you think, please.
Wake Up Call – Epilogue
She had cried. She had wished. She had told them it was a mistake. It wasn't a mistake. Crying, wishing, denial, they had done her no good. What was left? Nothing, she answered herself, devoid of emotion, empty. Nothing.
"That is not true," a little voice said from the back of her head.
For once, she wasn't talking to herself.
Nenet had been quiet since she had spoken with the Tok'ra council and suggested it might be a good idea to go to Earth with her host. Sam hadn't noticed the silence. But she noticed the voice. It was strange, out of place. Memories of Jolinar rushed back. It didn't improve her mood.
She was lying alone in the deserted Infirmary, lying on her back because the wounds to her abdomen had yet to heal. It had been three days since their infliction and she had only been stable enough to return home a few hours ago.
"What do I have?" She whispered hoarsely.
She couldn't get used to talking to herself inside her own head, there was too much there already. Too noisy. Too busy.
"You have him," Nenet answered, "he loves you."
"He won't love me anymore," Sam whispered.
"That is not true."
"He'll hate me."
"Because you can not give him children?"
"Yes. And because of you."
"I am very sorry and very grateful that you saved my life."
"It was my choice. I don't regret it."
"If he really loved you he will stand by your decision."
"And if he never loved me enough?"
"It is clear from the way he looks at you that that is not the case."
The room lapsed back into silence. She curled, painfully, onto her side.
Jack watched her from the doorway. He didn't know what to do. He had never been good with emotions. Should he go in and comfort her? Should he give her some space? He couldn't think of anything to say, anything to do, so how could he comfort her.
"How is she?"
Jack glanced up. Daniel was standing beside him, his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking very uncomfortable.
"Doc Fraser said she's healing nicely," Jack answered, looking back down.
"And how is she?"
Jack looked at his best friend, locking eyes. He shrugged.
"Don't you think you should talk to her?" Daniel asked.
"I tried," he said, "she wouldn't talk to me. I didn't know what to say anyway."
"You're going to get through this," Daniel assured him.
Jack looked back down at his feet and shrugged again.
"Any news on the Goa'uld?" He asked, changing the subject.
"The Tok'ra sent a scout to the planet, there was nothing there but the ruins of the palace," Daniel answered, "they think she made it out."
Silence.
"Look, Daniel, I'm sorry for the way I reacted in the game thing, when I thought Sam was dead," he apologised.
"It wasn't real," Daniel dismissed.
"It was still stupid of me."
Silence.
"See you later," Daniel said turning away. He stopped in the middle of a step and turned back. "She's going to be okay," he assured before walking away.
Jack went back to watching his wife. She was still, clutching her abdomen. She looked so small, so lost. It suddenly didn't matter that it wasn't just her anymore. It didn't matter that there was a Tok'ra inside her. All that mattered was that she was hurting and he had to be there with her.
He opened the door and walked in. Sam didn't react to the sound of his steps. She didn't speak as he sat on the edge of her bed. She flinched when he placed a hand on back.
"I love you," he told her softly.
So, that was it. I'm working on a sequel so it might not always end in such a depressing way.
Press the little button and tell me what you think, please.