Author's Note- Tag to Continuum. Angst overload. Prompt is number 44 Death. She'll be okay and that's enough for him.
One moment he was standing next to her expecting to see the end of one of the last Goa'ulds, the next he's laying on the hard cold ground.
The pain is excruciating.
His breathing slows. He knows that the end is coming. He drags in one ragged breath after the other.
The world is slowly fading around him. And he's only certain of one thing.
The woman with the blue eyes standing over him, her hand on his chest and devastation written in her eyes. The woman he loves.
He mumbles words to her, words that have no meaning to him. But all he is concerned about is her. Because he knows he's going to die and he doesn't want her to die here with him.
He watches her as she shakes her head at his words and he clings to consciousness. He doesn't comprehend the words that she's trying to tell him, as she defiantly shakes her head at him.
Go. He silently pleads.
Please go.
I love you.
He doesn't have the energy to get those words past his lips.
But he knows that she won't leave him, so many uncountable times she'd came back from him. You don't leave your people behind.
You don't leave the person you love behind.
But he won't be making it out of this one.
And finally, mercifully, she is pulled away from him. She slips out of his view and he can let go in peace knowing that she'll make it out alive.
That's enough for him as he closes his eyes and slips away.
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Author's Note- I really hope to update these unrelated Sam and Jack stories at least once a week. Sorry for such a short ficlet! Thanks for reading and if you liked it let me know.