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Chapter 11: So That's How We Got Here…
Janet watched as Sam squirmed on the bed, and pulled her own face into a grimace. Everything was normal about the woman, except for minor injuries and the lost child, but still she wouldn't wake up.
"Still no change?" asked as soft voice behind her, startling her. She looked over her shoulder to see Colonel O'Neill standing behind her, with his hands jammed into his pockets, his eyes resting sadly on Sam's face.
Janet shook her head. "No. There is nothing wrong with her as far as I can tell…it's almost as if she doesn't want to wake up." Jacks face turned sour and his mouth twisted into a grimace. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to get some coffee; perhaps you can bring her back."
Jack nodded, and waited until the doctor was out of the room before grabbing a stool and dragging it to Carter's bedside. Reaching his hand out, he paused for a moment before grabbing Sam's hand, holding it with his two and stroking it with his thumb. For a while, he just sat there, watching her, but, as Sam's second day dragged on, her dream skipped as though O'Neill's presence triggered a remote control button.
Now a month and a half after their arrival on the planet, Sam sat on SG-1's front porch, watching her friends over the top of her book. She was supposed to be reading, or at least, that's what she kept telling herself. Yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from her teammates.
Daniel was babbling on excitedly with a bunch of men and women, who were all craned over a table of books and artifacts a few porches away. Out in the street, Teal'c was in the center of a giggling bunch of children. It seemed as though they softened him, and, he suddenly reminded her of the wolf in Jack London's White Fang; the one who enjoyed the company of the children, but would not go out of his way to get their attention (but if he didn't receive it, inwardly he was offended.) Sam smiled as she watched him tackle a youngster as five more jumped on his back.
As for Jack…she couldn't see him, but she knew where he was. His hobby as of late, was to work on woodworking in the back shed. None of them had seen any of his crafts yet, but he promised they would eventually…and soon. A few days ago, he had tentatively tested her patience, using her first name as opposed to Carter. Though Sam had been surprised, she accepted it and soon found "Carter" to be a phrase of the past. Still, he used it to keep in practice "In case they ever made it home" and he insisted that she do the same. Grant it, she hadn't used "Jack" more than once or twice, finding it considerably awkward to do so.
Sam sighed and looked down at the book she was reading. It was a love story, one that her neighbor and friend had insisted that she read, even if she wasn't a fan of them. (The written language, with Daniel's help, had been easy to pick up.) Yet, to no ones understanding but hers, love stories were not one of her favorites. They had been once, a while back, though of course, second to the science fiction novels, until she had met Colonel Jack O'Neill. Then, all she could see in her life escape was…her life as it could be. It made her heart ache.
Closing the book softly, she put it on the swinging bench next to her and stood up, walking over to the railing of the porch and leaning her arm against it. She was so lost in her thoughts that she barely noticed the touch on her arm. Snapping out of her dreams, she found herself looking into the face of O'Neill. She felt her heart skip a beat.
His face was painted anxious, and she couldn't understand why. In a flash, it disappeared, leaving the only trace of it in the corners around his mouth. She furrowed her brows and looked at him. Before she could say anything, he had grabbed her arm lightly and was steering her down the porch. "Walk with me?" he said, leaving her little option but to fight his grasp, for he had looped his arm in hers.
She only nodded, hoping
the tinge in her cheeks wasn't obvious, especially when she saw
Teal'c pause and watched as his eyes twinkled merrily and Daniel glanced up
from his books, giving her a tiny grin. Both her companions seemed to know a secret that she
didn't. Taking a breath, she forced that thought to the back of her mind, convincing her heart to stop racing.
O'Neill led her down a path, towards the lake she had been at only a few weeks before. The walk was done in silence, until they reached the woods, heading in the direction of a larger lake not much further down.
Suddenly, she felt O'Neill begin to shake slightly, a small tremor, barely noticable. When she looked up at him, his eyes were distant and his jaw was set as he stared straight ahead. Afraid suddenly, Sam found herself draw closer to him. She felt him look down on her head, and knew he was smiling at her. When they got to the lake, he let her go, and she kicked off her shoes, wriggling her toes in the sand.
The breeze wafted through her hair and she suddenly felt like all her troubles disappeared. She smiled and twirled around once, only to spin back to find O'Neill on one knee infront of her. He grasped her hand. She could see him shaking now. "I know this is sudden," he said, his voice quavering slightly. "But I've got this nagging feeling…I need to do this now."
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:P Sorry if this is out of character...but this is hard to write, this part. Yeup. so how was it? lemme know!
