Grace, Interrupted
Summary: When Sam was trapped on the Prometheus in 'Grace', there came an extremely unexpected visitor. S/J. Missing scene from 'Grace'
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A/N: This scene takes place just after Jack (or Sam's subconscious form of Jack) visits Sam on the Prometheus. This is a two part story, with no A/U. Please read and review!
Grace, Interrupted-Chapter 1
"One last thing," she said to Jack. A wave of emotion crashed through her imagination as she pictured her and her CO madly kissing. Her common sense chose that moment to take over. No need to open that can of worms.
"Never mind," she said and watched him leave. She shook her head in disbelief at what she had discovered about herself. It all made sense now. With a new found sense of purpose, she stood up, intending on making her way to the bridge. Unfortunately, her head injury chose that moment to rebel, and in her pain she slunk back down to the floor.
She heard approaching footsteps and grinned to herself.
"I thought you were going, sir," she said, recognising the swaggering rhythm of the feet against the floor.
She looked up, fully expecting to see a wink or smirk from the Colonel's face, but instead her eyes fell upon a much shorter teenage girl.
"Sorry," Sam said, bewildered. "I thought you were someone else."
The teenager scoffed and approached Sam, who was still heaped on the floor. "Funny that," she said sarcastically, "I don't think anyone has called me sir before."
"Sorry," Sam repeated, not really knowing what to say. This girl proved to be just as randomly placed as little Grace. She knew she had never seen the teen before, but there were certain likenesses, though to whom she had not yet deciphered.
"Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but who exactly are you?" she asked, a part of herself feeling as though she should know exactly who the girl was.
The girl scoffed again, this time rolling her eyes. "As if you don't know," she taunted, kneeling down in front of Sam. "Come on, think!" she said, the intonation in her voice, all too familiar.
The girl didn't move from in front of Sam. She was glad. It gave her ample opportunity to study the girl properly. She had lightly tanned skin and long black hair. On closer examination, Sam could see that her hair had not always been that colour. The teen had an inch or so of mousy coloured regrowth. Sam moved her gaze down the girl's face, noticing her cheek bones and small nose. If being with Daniel for so long had taught her nothing else, she had learned to view her surroundings with an inquisitive and critical eye. It was at that moment that her eyes came to rest on those of the teenager's. She had quite large eyes that had a brilliant blue hue to them. They were unusually bright and struck a chord in Sam's memory. She had seen these eyes before. They were her mother's eyes. And incidentally, her own.
She stood up in scepticism, gladly noting that the pain in her head had subsided somewhat. The teenager stood up with her in contempt, an all-knowing smirk still planted on her familiar face. Sam re-examined her face, sighing disapprovingly at her black locks and huffing with confusion over the girl's eyes. "Are you…" Sam began, not really knowing how it could possible, "Are you me?"
The teenager raised her eyebrows, contemplating the older woman's assumption. She did not speak, but continued to look at Sam with contempt.
"I don't know," Sam answered uncomfortably to the girl's unasked question. "You look a little bit like I did when I was a teenager, although I can tell you I never would have died my hair such a hideous colour." She realised she was rambling to herself and raised her hands as a gesture of apology, before coming to the conclusion that she must be going mad. She was mentally apologising for rambling to herself in the presence of someone who, whether or not she represented herself, was in essence, herself.
After a moment's silence in which Sam tried desperately to comprehend what she had just been thinking and whether it did in fact make any sense at all, the teenager coughed quite impolitely and brought Sam's attention back to reality…or whatever state it was that she was currently in.
"So," Sam said with trepidation, "Are you some teenage version of me?"
The girl let out a snort and shook her head. "Are you serious?" she asked. "For cryin' out loud, I thought you were smart!"
Sam was taken aback by the teenager's tone. It was brash and loud and, after a moment's consideration, very incriminatingly familiar.
"What did you just say?" asked Sam, her mind racing with the possibilities of what the girl's latest statement could imply.
"What? I though you were smart?" asked the girl.
"No no, before that. You said…"
"For crying' out loud?"
Sam nodded slowly, now recognising the girl's bewildered face and posture. They were trademarks of one certain Colonel. And that, mixed with the girl's complexion and eye colour could only mean one thing...
To be continued+
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first installment! Please review!