Chapter 19: My God…!
Note: Lyrics of the song in here are by Guns N Roses called Patience.
xxx
Last tim: Sam laughed softly, nervously, and shrugged out of her current clothing, turning the water onto warm. Something about this didn't make her seem wary at all, and she couldn't understand why...
Sam wrapped a towel around herself, tucking the corner to make sure it stayed in place and picked up the blow drier and brush, styling her military-cropped hair to a way she liked it; soft and wavy. While she pulled the brush through her hair gently, she thought. Who's doing was this? And how did she get here? And where exactly was here. Sighing, she paused, the brush halfway through her hair. Sifting through her mind, she tried to invision who could possibly be doing this for her.
Obviously, it wasn't Jack..., she thought, pressing her lips together in a thin line. Regulations prevented it, and on top of that, he had been avoiding her for the past few days. Next. Daniel? He had been worried about her ever since he had congratulated her on the baby in the conference room, constantly checking to see if she was doing all right, not depressed, not comitting suicide, etc. Chuckling softly, she tossed that idea away. Though he was like her older brother, this "event" was made way too personal by the roses. And that defiently rulled out her giant Jaffa friend, Teal'c.
She hummed a soft note. Mark and Dad perhaps? Mark hadn't seen her in a while, it was possible he would want to see her, especially since she was MIA for seven months. She wrinkled her nose. But back to the rose petals. They marked a way more intimate relationship than the one with her brother and especially father. Disgruntled, she placed down the brush and ran her fingers through her hair to fluff it up slightly.
A memory tickled the back of her brain, the signifigance of the silky petals. As Daniel had once suggested, she let her mind wander in order to tease the elusive memory to the surface. The thought hit her like a brick. Rose Petals was the title of the book that she had been reading off-world when Jack had proposed! So this was defiently something more intimate. She growled in frustration. This was not helping.
As she finished with her hair, she turned to the back of the door (she had refrained from gazing at the dresses until she was out of the shower) and her eyes widened in awe. Three dresses hung on the back of the mahogony wood door. A pale lilac, a beautiful crimson, and a soft white.
Drifting to them, she found herself fingering the red dress. It had sleeves that hung off the shoulders and a snug, low, neckline. It remained tight until the waist, where it bloomed out to knee length. White and pink roses danced around the rippling borders of the beautiful cloth. The other dresses blurred from her vision as she plucked the red one from the hanger,( and the slip behind it), eased into them both gracefully and admired herself in the mirror. Normally, she wasn't one for dresses…but…she spun, watching her reflection in the shimmering glass, chcukling in glee as the skirt of the dress flare out as she twirled…this one seemed to be made for her. Plus, it was one that almost identically matched the rose dress that had hung limp in the back of her mom's closet for many years. Her mom had worn it twice, on special occassions. One had been Sam's tenth birthday, where she had had the best time of her life, and the second when her parents had decided to renew their wedding vowels...right before her mom had died.
Gliding back to the counter, forcing the sad thoughts out of her mind and allowing the happier ones to surface, Sam delicately picked up a strand of pearls and the pearl earrings to match, putting each in it's proper place. She sniffed the various perfumes and decided on a light fragrance one, a scent that her mother always used to wear, and sprayed it on gently.
As she checked herself in the mirror, she realized another thing about the mysterious writer of the notes. They knew her well enough to know about her mother. Or at least...they knew who to talk to to find out. Deeming herself ready, she took a deep breath, and strode out of the bathroom, lightly following the rose petals to the bedroom door, where she found a pair of black, open toed, high-heels waiting for her.
Slipping them on, somewhat hesitantly, she closed her eyes for a moment and rested her hand on the door. She still didn't know what possessed her to follow directions on a few notes, written by the…she was guessing at the next part…owner of this house. But if anything was wrong, she could still throw a mean roundhouse kick, even if she had heels and a dress on. There was no shame in ripping a dress for ones own safety. Biting her lower lip, she considered the last thought carefully, allowing it to work courage into her hear, and twisted the handle and opened the door, not surprised to find more petals lining the floor. She followed them down the hall, (where all of the other doors were closed) until she found herself at the top of the staircase on which a delicate rose pin was placed in her path with a note reading:
Wear it and follow the petals.
Complying with the message, Sam pinned on the hand-made, ceramic rose to a spot above her heart, the stem of the rose facing down, and descended down the stairs gracefully. When she reached the bottom, she found a livingroom directly infront of her, old-fashioned furniture accenting the wooden walls perfectly. To her left was a door. Standing on tiptoes, she looked out the half-moon window at the top of the door, and smiled upon seeing the outdoors. At least she knew her escape if she needed one. Looking down to her feet, she saw the rose petals turn past the staircase, and soon found herself rounding the corner of them. The room it led to was a large, open dining room. A romantic, candle-lit scene awaited her.
A soft sound was playing in the background, and she paused for a moment, listening to it's lyrics.
Shed a tear cause I'm
missing you
I'm still alright to
smile
Girl, I think about you
every day now
Was a time when I
wasn't sure
But you set my mind at
ease
There is no doubt
you're in my heart now
Sam smiled. It was a song by Guns 'n Roses called Patience. Her mother and father had danced to it some nights, and she and Mark used to watch them twirl around the den happily, smiling as though it was the first night they met. It had been one of her favorite songs ever since. She drifted stealth-fully into the room that was before her.
Said woman, take it
slow,
It'll work itself out
fine…
All we need is just a
little patience
Said sugar make it slow
and we'll come together fine
All we need is just a
little patience
The table in the room was seated for two people, and had a white embroidered cloth draped over it. Two lit candles, red, were perched atop it on either side of a bouquet of freshly cut roses. A silver plate, engraved with intricate designs on the sides sat in front of each of the two chairs. Two wine goblets were placed next to the plates, and off to the side, a large, covered dish was perched.
Sit here on the stairs
cause I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you
right now I'll wait dear
Sometimes I get so
tense but I can't speed up the time
But you know love
there's one more thing to consider
Carter stepped into the room, but was stopped as her arm was grabbed lightly. In a split second, she found her heart beating wildly, her mind racing hurridly as she tried to calm herself down in order to think rationally, and lastly...a corsage slipped onto her wrist. Her panic lessened slightly as she looked down at the beautiful object resting upon her delicate wrist.
Said woman take it slow
and things will be just fine
You and I'll just use a
little patience
Said sugar take the
time cause the lights are shining bright
You and I've got what
it takes to make it
We won't fake it, ahh
well never break it,
cuz' i can't take it...
Sam's eyes traveled from the corsage, to the hand that had slipped the flowers onto her arm, to the black sleeve with white cuffs until her gaze traveled all the way up the arm striaght into the face of the person who she had automatically assumed the writer of the notes. She recognized the face instantly, and when she did she drew in a breath, stepping back at the same time.
Need a little patience,
yeahhhhh
Just a little patience,
yeahhhh
Somewhat patience
"Colonel," she gasped out, her blue eyes enlarging as she took another step back, a corner of her mind triumphently yelling, told you!
Could use some
patience, yeah
Gotta have some
patience, yeah
All it takes is
patience
Just a little
patience….
xx
I REALLY suggest listening to that song. I couldnt find anywhere to download it though... Guns 'N Roses is a rock band, but this is one of their soft songs and it's GORGEOUS! Download it, listen to it, and read this again. You'll see. Also, tried to make this longer, hope it worked
