Chapter 5 by Natters
A/N: Abbot and I are both serenely floating on a cloud of feedback happiness right now. Please keep up the good work ;)
Sam's POV
"Okay Teal'c, try this, imagine that we're in a sparring situation." His eyebrows raise and I can't help laughing. "You have to move with me or we'll both get hurt."
"I do not believe that image is beneficial MajorCarter. Why would dancing be similar to a battlefield simulation?"
"Come on Teal'c, you've been married." I tease and I am rewarded with a small nod of the head and a knowing glint in his eye. The Teal'c equivalent of a chuckle.
"Perhaps you should dance with O'Neill instead."
I can't help but stop as my brain processes that image for a second, and Teal'c almost steps on my toes. I look up into my Jaffa friend's eyes and see the knowing glint has deepened to a sympathetic look.
"It is a tradition." He prompts, and for a moment I'm back in that room three months ago, with Janet and Teal'c watching as I…
"You know the Colonel, Teal'c. He's not one for traditions."
"On the contrary MajorCarter. O'Neill observes many traditions. O'Neill's "Lucky hat" for example. And fishing."
He had to bring up the fishing thing. The one place I can't let myself go. The Colonel's cabin.
"I believe O'Neill would enjoy this tradition with you SamanthaCarter. While there is this… opportunity."
I can feel my gaze being drawn back to the Colonel at this moment, and his pull on me is comparable to gravity. His dark eyes swallow me up like a black hole. Tearing me in a hundred different ways before I'm reduced to nothing. Time is slowing down and-
"Hey Sam!"