A/N: SorryIknow this chapter is really short but I promise more is on the way very soon and its gonna be a lot more substantial. Thank you to all who reviewed it was all much appreciated and please keep them coming!
He would never admit to anyone but he usually found rain erotic. There was just something about the sound and feel of rain; it always put him in a passionate mood. It involved all the senses touch, sound, scent and taste. He could swear that the rain had a unique smell and taste one that was subtle but there none the less.
Today the rain was anything but erotic. It pelted down from the heavens in obvious rage and fury making sure that there was no one unaware of its anger.
And in this chaos he found her.
"Carter…Sam," he called. He approached her cautiously wanting to make her aware of his presence gently.
He moved down to her level and called her again a little more firmly, raising his voice above the howls of the wind. But she continued to look ahead lost in another world.
When he placed his hand on her shoulder she flinched making him pull his hand away as though he had been burned. But it had the desired effect at least she seemed to have returned from wherever she had lost herself.
"Colonel?" She asked hesitantly uncertain if it was truly him she was seeing crouched before her.
Relief washed over his face at hearing his name. "Yeah Carter, it's me," he assured reaching out to her. Sam didn't move away from his touch this time, instead she held on to the feel of him and the warmth that he was radiating. She suddenly realised how cold she was feeling. It seemed to have wrapped itself around her in a death grip and she shuddered.
"Cold." Was all she managed to formulate using her numbed mind.
"Yeah, I know. Come on we'll get you warm," he replied wrapping her in his jacket and helping her up.
As he bundled her into the front seat of his truck he wondered if he should take her to the infirmary, maybe she would be better off in the care of Doctor Fraiser, but instead he found himself driving towards his house.
He sensed this was something she needed to sort through to deal with without the whole of SGC knowing the torrid details. He'd call the Doc if she didn't improve. With that thought in mind he parked the truck, realising his seatbelt and climbing out.
He had been so lost in thought himself he hadn't realised that Sam had slipped back into that catatonic state he had found her in. she had made no attempt to get out of her seat. He took a deep breathe and walked around to her side of the truck. Getting her to work through the problem wasn't going to be as easy as he had hoped.
TBC...