A.N: I planned this as a one shot, however ALIMOO1971 asked about yellow jello and I decided to take up the suggestion and add this chapter.
I was working on my latest project in my lab when Jack appeared two bowls of yellow jello in hand. We'd never eaten yellow jello before and it felt strange. I searched his face as he placed one bowl in front of me and plunged a spoon into his own bowl. His face told me to eat my jello, talking would come later. He sat opposite me on the bench, until I finally let my spoon fall limply into my now empty bowl.
"I'm leaving Sam" I wasn't sure whether it was the use of my first name or the statement itself that caused more shock "I've been transferred to Washington" Briefly I wondered if that was far enough to no longer be considered the same chain of command, as if reading my mind he planted a soft kiss on my cheek. Maybe there was still hope. On his last day he was back in my lab, this time with blue jello, he knew it was my favourite "For old time's sake". We ate in silence as we always did and then he was gone.
He called me once or twice when he first got to Washington, everything felt different. We knew we would be walking a very fine line, maybe even crossing it. Despite that when he finally made it back to Colorado Springs to check on the SGC, we went out for dinner, just the two of us. The waiter looked at us strangely when Jack ordered two bowls of orange jello for dessert.
Three years later at our wedding, few could understand why jello appeared on the menu and why only blue and orange were available. We both ordered orange, coming back later for blue. It was our unspoken agreement. Blue was all purpose, orange for love, yellow for parting. When I was sent to Atlantis, there was yellow jello, and upon the announcement of my pregnancy with our first child, there was once again orange.
For every occasion in our lives there was jello. Gelatine and water, such a simple combination, which formed a bond thicker than any other between us. A tradition that has lasted even until now, on the day of our daughter's marriage, we share a bowl of jello, bright orange. Grace stares at us, not understanding but quickly turns back to her new husband with whom she shares a plate of chocolate cake. I wonder if she is starting a sweet tooth tradition of her own.
A.N. For those of you who didn't pick it up. Blue and orange are the only flavours available because they are the only flavours which signify happiness. Anyway please R&R and i'll return the favour