AUTHOR: Glinda
TITLE: No, you're not are you.
CATEGORY: angsty, past story, some present day action and romance in future chapters if my dear readers want it
PAIRING: S/J - I'm a shipper so sue me! *panicky* please don't!
WARNING: Swearing, later maybe a little (not too much - couldn't bear to hurt my two favourites that bad! -) graphic violence
SEASON: They haven't shown past season 4 in the UK (at least on terrestrial tele) so.no spoilers past.Prodigy as that's as far as I've seen!
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, don't own anything. Just a poor little Uni. student trying to stay sane by letting her imagination run wild. Not making any money.just doin this for fun! Plz don't sue! The song isn't mine either dunno who wrote it but probably one of the numerous passing thru members of Del Amitri.the songs called 'Driving with the Brakes on'
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Be gentle it's my first! If you want more let me know. Hope you like. The song inspired this particular plot twist as I'd wanted to write something around this song for ages and when this story started to come together the rest just flowed. Ooh and plus I think it can also be an answer to Challenge 1,765 on Heliopolis so I'll send it there when its complete. If you want to publish it other places just let me know and send me a link - always on the lookout for more good fanfiction! (
3 MONTHS LATER
Jack found her sitting curled up on the bed of a motel room somewhere in Minnesota. She'd phoned him from the callbox outside the gas station next door. He stopped at the door the guy on the desk had told him and contemplated knocking. It would've been a pointless gesture if what both her Dad and the guy on the desk told him was true. After weeks of running, never staying in the same place for more than a couple of days, she'd only come out of the room once in the last 12 days. He opened the door and surveyed the room cautiously. Since she'd made her rather dramatic exit nearly 2 months ago Sam had been pretty easy for Jack to track. You didn't need Black Ops training to follow a 'messed up blonde girl, drinking heavily and trashing her room before moving on.' She'd known he'd come. All she had to do was call. It worked both ways. Unsure whether they loved or hated it they simply ignored it. There was nothing to acknowledge. Yeah Jack, he thought, and denial's a river in Egypt!
Sam stared vacantly out the window of Jack's truck.
# Driving through the long night #
He'd known what she wanted from him from the moment she told him about that little 'legacy' from her kidnapping. But he couldn't. It was her life, her body. This whole situation had been about her not having any choice in events and he couldn't..no, he WOULDN'T do that. Taking the choice away from her would make him as bad as her kidnapper. He would NOT abuse the, not inconsiderable, influence he had on her either way. Much as he longed to take away the responsibility from her he couldn't bare the thought of her hating him for it. And she would, eventually; no matter which way he went with it. They'd argued of course, fought was actually a more accurate description, there'd been tears, tantrums, sulking and confessions but in the end she knew he was right. He hoped.
# Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong #
It hadn't exactly been an easy decision for her to make. Hell it wouldn't be an easy decision for two adults to make - let alone one already majorly traumatised teenager.
# Now the kid has gone. #
He thought about Charlie and got a sick feeling in his stomach. He'd always thought that he'd never be able to understand, let alone condone someone doing what she'd done, but he couldn't judge her for it. How could he? She was barely more than a child herself. A scared little girl with a stellar bright future ahead of her. A future that had so nearly been stolen from her. How could he blame her?
# And I might be more of a man if I stopped this in it's tracks And said, come on, let's go home. #
He should take her back now. Back to her Dad and older brother. Home. But the mere mention of the place seemed to scare her. If he thought about it logically, she needed her support system. But whenever he looked at her he knew that logic had absolutely buggerall to do with this situation. He looked at the road-sign ahead.
"Detroit or Denver?" Crunch time - was she ready to go home yet?
#But she's got the wheel, And I've got nothing except what I have on. #
"Chicago? You're always telling me about growing up in the windy city.be nice to actually see it with a native! You can give me the 10cent tour?"
"Fine, but I'm going to have to make a stop on the way." Off her look "I can't exactly go to Chicago and not visit my Mom can I?!"
"Can I come too?"
"Wasn't giving you a choice in the matter!"
"I'd like that."
"Good. So'd she!"
#When you're driving with the brakes on When you're swimming with your boots on#
With her feet pulled up in front of her on the car seat, she looked tiny, drowning in his old hockey sweater. It looked battered and filthy.but then she'd pretty much worn it constantly since she got out of hospital according to her Dad. It just reinforced those words that neither of them dared say. It couldn't be true.it was wrong. But the fear that kept up their silence had nothing to do with a ten year age-gap.and everything to do with fear, not so much that feelings wouldn't be reciprocated - as that they would be.
#It's hard to say you love someone And it's hard to say you don't #
Part of him told him that he shouldn't be here. He should be several thousand miles away on some mission, longing to get home to Sara and Charlie. This was probably going to get him court-marshaled.no way her Dad would've let him go after her if he'd known Jack was AWOL. But he couldn't ignore her call. She'd needed him so he'd gone. He'd needed to be there. To hold her. To make her feel safe.to somehow make up for not protecting her from that utter BASTARD who was in serious danger of ruining her life. He glanced across at Sam. She looked so beautiful and innocent sitting there..till she turned her head languidly towards him and forced a watery smile in his direction and he saw her eyes.
# She shuts up the ashtray, and I say it's a long way back now Hon, She just yawns. #
If he'd thought her eyes had seen too much pain when they first met.He reached across and smudged a tear off her cheek with a small half smile and noted with relief that she didn't flinch. She trusted him.alone in the world she believed he was no threat to her. It blew him away - even the staff at the clinic had said that though most girls in her 'situation' flinched from physical contact, her aversion was particularly strong - to everyone but him. He always seemed to turn up at the worst times in her life - you'd think she hate him.but no. Not her.
# Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing we've done. #
"How long do you think we'll last?"
"Depends when the next soul destroying disaster comes along kid"
"I wish you weren't right about this."
"So do I. But look at us.we're willing to sacrifice everything we care about just to be there when each other needs us! We cut all ties, we don't call or write or keep photos.we forget, we move on. Or we'll never be able to have proper functioning relationships with anyone else..Its gonna be hell isn't it?"
"Living. But you know if it gets really, really bad like.. I dunno.."
"This bad?"
"Yes. Unless we're having a moment comparative to this one, we don't make contact. We'd don't even acknowledge that we used to know each other if we run into each other. It's the only way.. and God knows if wish it wasn't, but from know on."
"Tomorrow Sam..I think we need each other too much tonight to make it now." She slid across the seat, wrapping her arms round his waist, resting her head on his shoulder and offering her near empty glass before finishing.
"To our last tomorrow?"
Jack took a last look at her bathed in the light of the stoplight and smiled. Taking a slurp from her glass, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before adding his whispered affirmation.
"To our last tomorrow."
# But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
Nothing's gonna make me, break from her side #
~ Long awaited, but hope it satisfies! This is really where the idea for the story came from so I hope you guys like! Del Amitri are an obscure Scottish group and there stuff is really quite depressing.in an uplifting sort of way. Helps if you listen to their stuff when its raining - what can I say, I'm Scottish! - plug, plug! Thanx for the reviews guys (or more accurately girlz!) keep em coming if you want more! Mae! Tried to send you the last chapter - that you said wouldn't load - but your mailbox rejected it - twice! Hope you get this eventually!
TITLE: No, you're not are you.
CATEGORY: angsty, past story, some present day action and romance in future chapters if my dear readers want it
PAIRING: S/J - I'm a shipper so sue me! *panicky* please don't!
WARNING: Swearing, later maybe a little (not too much - couldn't bear to hurt my two favourites that bad! -) graphic violence
SEASON: They haven't shown past season 4 in the UK (at least on terrestrial tele) so.no spoilers past.Prodigy as that's as far as I've seen!
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, don't own anything. Just a poor little Uni. student trying to stay sane by letting her imagination run wild. Not making any money.just doin this for fun! Plz don't sue! The song isn't mine either dunno who wrote it but probably one of the numerous passing thru members of Del Amitri.the songs called 'Driving with the Brakes on'
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Be gentle it's my first! If you want more let me know. Hope you like. The song inspired this particular plot twist as I'd wanted to write something around this song for ages and when this story started to come together the rest just flowed. Ooh and plus I think it can also be an answer to Challenge 1,765 on Heliopolis so I'll send it there when its complete. If you want to publish it other places just let me know and send me a link - always on the lookout for more good fanfiction! (
3 MONTHS LATER
Jack found her sitting curled up on the bed of a motel room somewhere in Minnesota. She'd phoned him from the callbox outside the gas station next door. He stopped at the door the guy on the desk had told him and contemplated knocking. It would've been a pointless gesture if what both her Dad and the guy on the desk told him was true. After weeks of running, never staying in the same place for more than a couple of days, she'd only come out of the room once in the last 12 days. He opened the door and surveyed the room cautiously. Since she'd made her rather dramatic exit nearly 2 months ago Sam had been pretty easy for Jack to track. You didn't need Black Ops training to follow a 'messed up blonde girl, drinking heavily and trashing her room before moving on.' She'd known he'd come. All she had to do was call. It worked both ways. Unsure whether they loved or hated it they simply ignored it. There was nothing to acknowledge. Yeah Jack, he thought, and denial's a river in Egypt!
Sam stared vacantly out the window of Jack's truck.
# Driving through the long night #
He'd known what she wanted from him from the moment she told him about that little 'legacy' from her kidnapping. But he couldn't. It was her life, her body. This whole situation had been about her not having any choice in events and he couldn't..no, he WOULDN'T do that. Taking the choice away from her would make him as bad as her kidnapper. He would NOT abuse the, not inconsiderable, influence he had on her either way. Much as he longed to take away the responsibility from her he couldn't bare the thought of her hating him for it. And she would, eventually; no matter which way he went with it. They'd argued of course, fought was actually a more accurate description, there'd been tears, tantrums, sulking and confessions but in the end she knew he was right. He hoped.
# Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong #
It hadn't exactly been an easy decision for her to make. Hell it wouldn't be an easy decision for two adults to make - let alone one already majorly traumatised teenager.
# Now the kid has gone. #
He thought about Charlie and got a sick feeling in his stomach. He'd always thought that he'd never be able to understand, let alone condone someone doing what she'd done, but he couldn't judge her for it. How could he? She was barely more than a child herself. A scared little girl with a stellar bright future ahead of her. A future that had so nearly been stolen from her. How could he blame her?
# And I might be more of a man if I stopped this in it's tracks And said, come on, let's go home. #
He should take her back now. Back to her Dad and older brother. Home. But the mere mention of the place seemed to scare her. If he thought about it logically, she needed her support system. But whenever he looked at her he knew that logic had absolutely buggerall to do with this situation. He looked at the road-sign ahead.
"Detroit or Denver?" Crunch time - was she ready to go home yet?
#But she's got the wheel, And I've got nothing except what I have on. #
"Chicago? You're always telling me about growing up in the windy city.be nice to actually see it with a native! You can give me the 10cent tour?"
"Fine, but I'm going to have to make a stop on the way." Off her look "I can't exactly go to Chicago and not visit my Mom can I?!"
"Can I come too?"
"Wasn't giving you a choice in the matter!"
"I'd like that."
"Good. So'd she!"
#When you're driving with the brakes on When you're swimming with your boots on#
With her feet pulled up in front of her on the car seat, she looked tiny, drowning in his old hockey sweater. It looked battered and filthy.but then she'd pretty much worn it constantly since she got out of hospital according to her Dad. It just reinforced those words that neither of them dared say. It couldn't be true.it was wrong. But the fear that kept up their silence had nothing to do with a ten year age-gap.and everything to do with fear, not so much that feelings wouldn't be reciprocated - as that they would be.
#It's hard to say you love someone And it's hard to say you don't #
Part of him told him that he shouldn't be here. He should be several thousand miles away on some mission, longing to get home to Sara and Charlie. This was probably going to get him court-marshaled.no way her Dad would've let him go after her if he'd known Jack was AWOL. But he couldn't ignore her call. She'd needed him so he'd gone. He'd needed to be there. To hold her. To make her feel safe.to somehow make up for not protecting her from that utter BASTARD who was in serious danger of ruining her life. He glanced across at Sam. She looked so beautiful and innocent sitting there..till she turned her head languidly towards him and forced a watery smile in his direction and he saw her eyes.
# She shuts up the ashtray, and I say it's a long way back now Hon, She just yawns. #
If he'd thought her eyes had seen too much pain when they first met.He reached across and smudged a tear off her cheek with a small half smile and noted with relief that she didn't flinch. She trusted him.alone in the world she believed he was no threat to her. It blew him away - even the staff at the clinic had said that though most girls in her 'situation' flinched from physical contact, her aversion was particularly strong - to everyone but him. He always seemed to turn up at the worst times in her life - you'd think she hate him.but no. Not her.
# Trying to keep the mood right, trying to steer the conversation from
The thing we've done. #
"How long do you think we'll last?"
"Depends when the next soul destroying disaster comes along kid"
"I wish you weren't right about this."
"So do I. But look at us.we're willing to sacrifice everything we care about just to be there when each other needs us! We cut all ties, we don't call or write or keep photos.we forget, we move on. Or we'll never be able to have proper functioning relationships with anyone else..Its gonna be hell isn't it?"
"Living. But you know if it gets really, really bad like.. I dunno.."
"This bad?"
"Yes. Unless we're having a moment comparative to this one, we don't make contact. We'd don't even acknowledge that we used to know each other if we run into each other. It's the only way.. and God knows if wish it wasn't, but from know on."
"Tomorrow Sam..I think we need each other too much tonight to make it now." She slid across the seat, wrapping her arms round his waist, resting her head on his shoulder and offering her near empty glass before finishing.
"To our last tomorrow?"
Jack took a last look at her bathed in the light of the stoplight and smiled. Taking a slurp from her glass, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before adding his whispered affirmation.
"To our last tomorrow."
# But unless the moon falls tonight, unless continents collide,
Nothing's gonna make me, break from her side #
~ Long awaited, but hope it satisfies! This is really where the idea for the story came from so I hope you guys like! Del Amitri are an obscure Scottish group and there stuff is really quite depressing.in an uplifting sort of way. Helps if you listen to their stuff when its raining - what can I say, I'm Scottish! - plug, plug! Thanx for the reviews guys (or more accurately girlz!) keep em coming if you want more! Mae! Tried to send you the last chapter - that you said wouldn't load - but your mailbox rejected it - twice! Hope you get this eventually!
