Do Not Touch
Author: Regency
Title: Do Not Touch
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: Entity
Word count: 248
Summary: Jack doesn’t touch Sam on her deathbed, just in case.
Author's Notes: Written for sj_everyday's Angst Thursday; inspired by a screen cap from Entity.
Disclaimer: I also don’t own any characters recognizable as being from Stargate SG-1. They are the property of their producers, writers, and studios, not me. No copyright infringement was intended and no money was made in the writing or distribution of this story. It was good, clean fun.
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Everything Jack touches dies.
His little boy, his marriage.
His Skaara, his last chance at redemption.
He's been living down the man he is since he became that man when he was young and full of any version of idealism at all. He'd never had much of it, but then he had none, and look at what that's wrought. He doubts his mother would be proud of her little boy now, doubts his father would ever want to shake these hands.
They were never life-affirming, growing hands, even if his garden at home grows wild and high in the spring. That's the soil and the sprinkler and the sun, and not, never him. If it's something he holds dear, something he cherishes, he knows better than to hold it close, knows better than to hold it all.
And this woman? Her, he loves more than any living thing or person on any world he's ever been on and some he hasn't even visited yet. He'd rather die than lose her, rather end his own life than watch her take her last breath even as he watches her do just that.
He did this; his call, his zat, his hands.
Even in what are surely her final moments, he doesn't dare reach out to her. He can't. There's still time for a Hail Mary, there's still time for luck. Samantha Carter can still survive.
But not with his history and not with his hands, not if he touches her.
So he doesn’t.
Title: Do Not Touch
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: Entity
Word count: 248
Summary: Jack doesn’t touch Sam on her deathbed, just in case.
Author's Notes: Written for sj_everyday's Angst Thursday; inspired by a screen cap from Entity.
Disclaimer: I also don’t own any characters recognizable as being from Stargate SG-1. They are the property of their producers, writers, and studios, not me. No copyright infringement was intended and no money was made in the writing or distribution of this story. It was good, clean fun.
~!~
Everything Jack touches dies.
His little boy, his marriage.
His Skaara, his last chance at redemption.
He's been living down the man he is since he became that man when he was young and full of any version of idealism at all. He'd never had much of it, but then he had none, and look at what that's wrought. He doubts his mother would be proud of her little boy now, doubts his father would ever want to shake these hands.
They were never life-affirming, growing hands, even if his garden at home grows wild and high in the spring. That's the soil and the sprinkler and the sun, and not, never him. If it's something he holds dear, something he cherishes, he knows better than to hold it close, knows better than to hold it all.
And this woman? Her, he loves more than any living thing or person on any world he's ever been on and some he hasn't even visited yet. He'd rather die than lose her, rather end his own life than watch her take her last breath even as he watches her do just that.
He did this; his call, his zat, his hands.
Even in what are surely her final moments, he doesn't dare reach out to her. He can't. There's still time for a Hail Mary, there's still time for luck. Samantha Carter can still survive.
But not with his history and not with his hands, not if he touches her.
So he doesn’t.