Supporting Rumors - Part 8
George left the hospital and made his way back to the Pentagon. He put in a secure call to the President and also one to the SGC. He hoped that someone would be able to help, namely a certain little alien friend, but given that friend was in another galaxy and hadn't been heard from for a while he wasn't hopeful of success.
The President had entirely agreed with him over this. Earth just could not afford to lose another hero, the ultimate hero in the eyes of the President, and George knew that no way would Jack O'Neill sit around quietly waiting for fate to show its hand.
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Sam woke from the sleep she'd cried herself into, feeling terrible. Her head and body ached, but they were nothing compared to the ache in her heart. She wanted her husband alive. She didn't care if he couldn't walk, she'd fallen in love with him, his humor, his voice, his eyes, him … the whole darn package … Okay, his body too. Darn the sex was good, great even, but it wasn't the be all and end all for her. The feeling she got when he put his arms around her and hugged her close held no comparison to anything else in her life. The way he made her feel so good with just a single look or a smile … for richer or poorer … and Jack O'Neill gave her many riches and a love of life she'd never known before.
She gently brushed at his hair, loving the softness of it, her fingers ghosting over his brow. She vowed she'd make him see the sense of it. He just needed to hang on …. it would work, she would not let him go.
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His eyes flickered and he frowned mightily, trying to bring the world into focus no doubt.
Sam immediately moved closer. "I'm sorry."
His eyes showed his puzzlement for a moment, then as the memories surfaced, they darkened and focused on her.
He sighed heavily and shifted his weight slightly, trying to feel his legs with his free hand, his expression beginning to show panic.
"It's just pins and needles … with the spasms - the spinal shock," said Sam quickly, repeating what the doctor had warned her of. "It'll pass, just lie quietly, please."
He gave her an almost imperceptible nod, before dropping his gaze, taking his attention elsewhere.
Sam refused to let hurt that the cold shoulder he was giving her show and merely tightened her grip on his hand, giving it a loving squeeze as she stood up.
"I'm going to get something to eat and clean up. I'll be back in a little while." Her announcement got no reaction from him and she resolutely bent and kissed his forehead. It took all of her strength to walk from that room. She had to show him she was prepared to fight him on this, to keep going, no matter what.
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TBC
