Summary: Jack's frustrated with his slow progress, but Sam's there to smooth things over.

Timeframe: Shortly after "Changes," before the upcoming sequel.

Characters/Pairing: SamJack

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G.

Buttons

Sam heard Jack's growl of frustration before she saw him. He came around the corner from his bedroom, freshly dressed in a pair of old jeans and a black t-shirt. He had a plaid shirt over that, with only a few of the buttons done up. His hands were tightly clenched at his sides, and he was scowling.

Dorothy had been following him, and had trotted over to her for a pat on the head before lying on the floor in front of the kitchen sink, just watching them.

Abandoning her coffee at the counter, Sam strode toward Jack, a calm expression on her face. "What is it?"

He stood there, one hand awkwardly twisting at one of the undone buttons on his shirt. When he lifted his chin to look at her, he grimaced bashfully. "Fingers just don't wanna . . . cooperate anymore today." Jack shrugged apologetically.

Sam sent him a smile. He'd been improving more and more every day, but once and a while his mind and body would betray him, like now. If he tried to do too much with his hands in a short period of time, they would lock up on him, the digits refusing to move in the nimble way they were meant to.

She understood how discouraged Jack got with these little missteps, but he continued to push himself, knowing that he could do better. He was doing better, too. Jack was already accomplishing things he hadn't been able to do weeks ago, and that was certainly something.

Sam grasped at the edges of his shirt, pulling them together and slowly fastening the buttons, leaving only the top two undone. She slid her hands down his sides until they rested at his waist, looking up to meet his dark eyes, silently asking if this was okay.

He rose an eyebrow, eager, yet tentative.

Sending Jack an affectionate smile, she leaned forward to give him a kiss.

Jack responded slowly, forgetting about his frustrations and slipping his arms around her in return.

Sam was smiling widely as they broke apart, and Jack rested his forehead against hers. His dark eyes were gazing into her blue ones, telling her more than any words could. They would get through this, no matter how long it took, or what obstacles got in their way.

He believed her, and that was the most important thing.

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