Rating: G
Disclaimer: They're not mine I just borrow them from time to time and promise to give them back in perfect working order...eventually ;).
Season/Spoiler info: Season 6, set during Abyss. Spoilers for Solitudes, 1969, Fail Safe & Paradise Lost.
Authors notes: This is the result of wanting to see a fic involving Jack & Sam that wasn't shippy, or too shippy as the case may be. I've tried to keep it pretty much canon. I thought one thing the characters could relate to with each other would be having been blended with Tok'ra under duress and extreme circumstances. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and I may have an idea for a sequel.
He went back for her.
It was the only explanation. The more she thought about it, the more it absolutely made sense. She'd known the Colonel 6 years. She knew the influence he had on people...well in this case, snakes.
Sam sat alone in her lab after the ideas cram session with Teal'c and Jonas; the 4th one since the Tok’ra had contacted the SGC to inform them of O'Neill's disappearance. To say she was exhausted was an understatement; it took everything inside her just to remain conscious at that moment. She'd had little sleep since hearing of Jack's fate...*Jack*...
She took a deep breath, willing herself to exhale slowly. Unleashing the pain she felt in her chest wasn't going to help matters and while it might make her that much more determined to find him, it would also unleash something that for the meantime was best left buried.
Closing her eyes, she placed her head in her arms currently crossed on the workbench. She remembered the totally out of control feeling she had when she was for lack of a better word 'possessed' by Jolinar. Sure, now she understood why Jolinar had done what she did, not that it still didn't leave her with an uneasy feeling with regard to the Tok'ra...sometimes, but, it had taken her a long time to get to that point and even now she found herself trying to convince others more so than she felt she really ought to of the Tok’ra’s good nature.
Jack never bought into that crap. He knew no one was ever 100% good or evil, certainly not the Tok’ra.
She probably should have felt guilty and somewhat responsible for his current predicament, she didn't. He wouldn't have wanted her to. They were just like that.
The muted hum of surrounding machinery was the only comforting similarity inside her dark world of subjection to the helpless feeling currently residing within her. Eyes closed, shrouded in darkness with only her own thoughts as company, the realisation that she may never get him back set in. This time he wasn't there to prove her wrong. he wasn't there to provide the role of 'Mr. Positive' and tell her they were going to make it out of the ice, make it back to their own time, make it home...
A silent tear fell from her face to grace the cuff of her uniform. She wondered if it would be the last time she cried for Jack O'Neill.
She missed him. That much she would allow herself. He went back for her. She would have done the same thing.
The End
