Supporting Rumors - Part 63

Sam went to put Jack's gear in their bedroom and that was where she found him, staring at the bed. Giving him a bright smile, she hefted his hold all onto it and began to automatically unpack everything.

He continued to watch her silently for a minute of two, before he turned his chair around and left without speaking.

Sighing heavily she continued to put his things away, and moved onto straightening the tidy room, stalling for time, wondering how to break the ice.

"Coffee?"

The quietly spoken question startled her and she swung to find him watching her, the special tray clipped to his chair bearing two mugs of the steaming beverage.

Sam smiled. "Oh God, yes please …" She was eager to take the ice breaker and he brought the chair closer to the bed, signaling her to sit before offering her the drink.

She caught him eyeing the bars that hung just above his side of the bed that would enable him to pull himself up.

"They reinforced the ceiling," she said casually.

"You implying I'm heavy?" he grinned.

"No …" Sam gave him a smirk, "but just think what we can do with those later?"

Jack coughed and the mouthful of coffee he had just taken sputtered out.

"Oh God, don't." He coughed again and Sam took the mug off him, fearing he might scald himself.

"Sorry."

"Huh, witch." His grin showed that he didn't mean the words.

She waited until he'd finished spluttering and then put the mugs down on the bedside cabinet that remained on her side of the bed and removed the tray from the chair. She saw the wary expression on his face and it upset her a little before she managed to shake it off.

"I need a hug," she said simply and climbed on his knee, hugging him as she buried her face in his neck.

He was stiff and unyielding for a moment until she felt his arms snake around her to envelop her in a tight embrace as his body relaxed. His lips touched softly, placing butterfly kisses on her neck and he inhaled deeply, snuffling against her, his arms tightening…

"God I love you, Sam." His voice was the merest of whispers.

She pulled her head back from his neck and stroked his face gently. "Backatya flyboy, backatya."

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Their first night in bed together didn't start comfortably. Jack had gotten himself into it while Sam locked the house up and did a quick tidy up. As she moved about the bedroom, undressing and folding some other clothes, she was very aware of him watching her. She went to move the chair away from the bed unthinkingly, until he stopped her.

"Sorry, I didn't …"

"S'okay, come on, you're exhausted."

Sam found herself feeling awkward as to how to lie … she was so used to Jack spooning up behind her, his arms around her, that it seemed strange he was lying flat on his back. They were both exhausted. The day had been filled with frustrations and limitations for Jack, and although Sam understood and had tried as hard as she could to be patient, she had come very close a couple of times to letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he wasn't the only one having problems adjusting to his return home in a wheelchair. She was quite surprised and pleased they had actually managed to make it bed without a single unpleasant word being exchanged.

"Sam?"

"Uh?"

Silently Jack raised his arm, inviting her to rest her head on his chest and Sam snuggled in … it wasn't so strange after all … her fingers scratched gently through the hairs on his chest as she breathed deeply, loving the feel of him, the scent of him - he was home - maybe not for long at the moment, but for now, he was home.

As much as she wanted to savor the feeling of lying in his arms, she soon drifted off into a deep and untroubled sleep.

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TBC

zeilfanaat - Cam is Cameron Mitchell, the new character introduced to the show as the leader of SG-1 in Season 9. - Flatkatsi