"I like her 'cause she's smart, headstrong, and independent.
She puts me in place, but I don't know where I stand.
And if only I could find the words or muster up the nerve to tell her,
I'll never forget her and she'll always have a part of me."
"A Part Of Me." by Neck Deep.
As he watched her hop on her bike and drive away from the mountain he just stood there. It was over, the Gou'ld were now gone. She was free in a manner of speaking and so was he. He had heard rumours of her going to Atlantis, or even commanding a ship but nothing was in stone. He wasn't sure if he should follow her and just get it over with or wait for her to make the first move. On saying that, how did you go about making the first move after all these years? Dinner, dancing and small talk we so overrated when you had seen the other person dead, dying, beaten and nearly naked. He needed a new approach, something that fitted with who she was.
Sitting on his couch watching the Simpsons his mind raced. How did you ask out someone who was so out of your league but you couldn't live without? He contemplated a big long speech, maybe with some geeky, nerdy stuff in it then promptly changed his mind. Maybe a song or a poem would work? His mind went through the big hearts and flowers gesture, dinner and dancing even came back up but nothing seems right. He fell asleep with images of her dancing around his head and thoughts of how or if he, would ever tell her how he felt.
Next morning he woke early and the idea hit him like a thunderbolt. After getting washed and ready he went into town and found what he was looking for almost instantly. Driving to her house, he parked up the street where he could see her front door but she wouldn't be able to see him. Getting out the truck he walked quickly and quietly to her door and placed the small bag on the step, knocking on the door and making a mad dash for it.
He had just got out of sight when she opened the door. When she saw no one stand she was about to shut the door when the bag on the porch caught her eye. Picking it up she opened it and pulled out the small box. Looking around again to see if anyone was around before flicking the box open. She was shocked when she saw the contents of the box and looked around again for whoever had dropped it off.
Taking out the silver ring she twisted it around in her fingers. As she twisted it, the light from behind her caught the inside and a word stood out. Turning slightly to see better her breath caught in her throat when she read the inscription.
"Always."
Looking around for the black truck, she was disappointed when she couldn't see it. She had a feeling he was still close by so after removing her tags she slid the ring on the chain and did the chain back up. She had part of him with her always. Now she just needed the man himself.