Categories: Angst, Romance
Jack cracked open an eye and smothered the instinctive groan– oy, bright sunshine.
It's funny, but he's never been that fond of the sun.
The sun was shining when he landed on the Iran/Iraq border – nine long pain-filled days trying to drag his broken body to friendly soil.
It shone when Frank Cromwell left him behind – four months of agony and torture punctuated by the bright sun of the Iraqi desert.
The day he lost everything to a single gun-shot.
The day Daniel died/ascended.
The day Abydos was destroyed by Anubis.
The day Jacob Carter died.
Small wonder Jack O'Neill didn't like the sun.
"Morning," a woman's voice said sleepily.
"Mornin'," he grumbled back, squinting against the bright light.
Sam snuggled into his bare chest, wrapping her slim arms around his waist. "Let's sleep in, huh?" she said.
A soft snore indicated that she'd done precisely that.
Looking down at her blonde head, Jack smiled slightly. For him, Sam Carter was sunshine. And that brand of sunshine ... He loved very much.