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Prompt(s): "This pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase" - My Immortal, Evanescence
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sam/Janet
(supplied by whitephoenixes)
Rating: NC17
Warning: Hurt, Death of Character(s)
Disclaimer: Wish characters and show are mine, but sadly, no such luck.
Author's Note: A shorter fic--some inspiration on the "super emo" since I think the previous fic might have stopped too far short of "really really sad". lol. Now let's see how many rocks get thrown at me for writing this. lol But you know, you should really direct that to the prompt supplier. :P Oh, and it's definitely AU.
Janet went from kneeling in front of the tombstone to sitting cross-legged, picking at the wild grass around her. Then she fiddled the soft petals of the bouquet of flowers she brought, still rambling on and on about her days at the SGC.
It had been 2 years since Sam had given her life to save Janet during an off world mission. She was tending to a fallen comrade when it happened. Nobody around had seen it coming. Well, nobody but Samantha Carter.
*
Janet had her hands on the mess of gauze that covered the gaping wound of the soldier when she heard the yell and looked up sharply, her mind immediately recognizing the voice. The flash of red and orange from the staff weapon sent a shock through her, but before she could react, a blur of army green rushed between the oncoming blast and herself before landing on the ground with a thud.
Sam took the hit squarely in her chest, hands grasping the soil on the alien grounds as she gasped for air. Janet abandoned her position and rushed forward, medical kit along.
"No, no, no, Sam." She muttered under her breath as she checked for Sam's pulse. It was racing, and her breathing was rasped. "Sam, can you hear me? Stay with me, Sam." She said, packing gauze on her bleeding wound.
"She's going into hypovolemic shock, I need help here!" Janet yelled.
Morphine was pumped, saline was given but the burns were severe. Blood seeped through the thick layer of gauze and Janet had no choice but to rip open Sam's shirt to inspect the wound further.
"Oh god," Janet cried. "Sam, I need you to stay with me, I'm going to do everything I can. You're going to be okay." She said. Sam was bleeding out fast and without the vast equipment at SGC's infirmary, there was very little she can do. Shots were blazing around in the battlefield and it was impossible to make it back to the 'Gate. If she could just get Sam to stay awake--
The tug at her shirt caught her attention. She turned to Sam, hands cupping her face as she bore a look of determination into the big round eyes. "You're going to be okay, you hear me?" Janet reassured. But Sam shook her head, a look of regret in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Janet..."
The strong look in her eyes finally softened. "I'm so sorry..." Janet managed, letting her tears slip.
"I love you." Sam mouthed, managing one last smile.
Janet nodded and leaned down, kissing Sam softly on her lips. "I love you too, baby. So much..."
*
"You know, Sam, there's just one thing I've never dared admit to myself," she laughed, now leaning on the side of the headstone. She looked at it, as though Sam was right there next to her. "I never regretted leaving my post. I know, it's a horrible thing to say because a life was lost when I..." she paused, sighing. "Well, I failed to patch him up. But we got to say goodbye, Sam, and that meant more to me than anything else in the world."
She drew a deep breath, pulling her bag closer to her.
"But while I don't regret," she went on, letting out a breath. "I can't seem to swallow the fact that my actions led to the death of a good man. They say time heal all wounds, but not this one."
Janet peeled open her bag, mustering up the courage to go on.
"You know what they say is the most peaceful way to die?" She asked, almost hoping that Sam will rise from the dead and stop her. "In your sleep,"
She fished out a syringe and a small tube, puncturing the top with the needle to draw the clear liquid out.
"You died a hero, Sam," she smiled, turning to the head stone once again. "I wish I could do the same..."
She pulled out a rubber tube and tied it around her forearm, slapping the vein lightly for it to rise.
"But I'm going to see you soon, baby. We'll be together." She said with an almost delirious laugh, then pushed the tip of the needle into the vein.
She slid down and leaned her head against the stone, satisfied. She smiled, laying both hands on her stomach. The drowsiness was beginning to seep in.
"That's all that matters...." she whispered before closing her eyes and falling into a deep, deep sleep.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sam/Janet
(supplied by whitephoenixes)
Rating: NC17
Warning: Hurt, Death of Character(s)
Disclaimer: Wish characters and show are mine, but sadly, no such luck.
Author's Note: A shorter fic--some inspiration on the "super emo" since I think the previous fic might have stopped too far short of "really really sad". lol. Now let's see how many rocks get thrown at me for writing this. lol But you know, you should really direct that to the prompt supplier. :P Oh, and it's definitely AU.
Janet went from kneeling in front of the tombstone to sitting cross-legged, picking at the wild grass around her. Then she fiddled the soft petals of the bouquet of flowers she brought, still rambling on and on about her days at the SGC.
It had been 2 years since Sam had given her life to save Janet during an off world mission. She was tending to a fallen comrade when it happened. Nobody around had seen it coming. Well, nobody but Samantha Carter.
*
Janet had her hands on the mess of gauze that covered the gaping wound of the soldier when she heard the yell and looked up sharply, her mind immediately recognizing the voice. The flash of red and orange from the staff weapon sent a shock through her, but before she could react, a blur of army green rushed between the oncoming blast and herself before landing on the ground with a thud.
Sam took the hit squarely in her chest, hands grasping the soil on the alien grounds as she gasped for air. Janet abandoned her position and rushed forward, medical kit along.
"No, no, no, Sam." She muttered under her breath as she checked for Sam's pulse. It was racing, and her breathing was rasped. "Sam, can you hear me? Stay with me, Sam." She said, packing gauze on her bleeding wound.
"She's going into hypovolemic shock, I need help here!" Janet yelled.
Morphine was pumped, saline was given but the burns were severe. Blood seeped through the thick layer of gauze and Janet had no choice but to rip open Sam's shirt to inspect the wound further.
"Oh god," Janet cried. "Sam, I need you to stay with me, I'm going to do everything I can. You're going to be okay." She said. Sam was bleeding out fast and without the vast equipment at SGC's infirmary, there was very little she can do. Shots were blazing around in the battlefield and it was impossible to make it back to the 'Gate. If she could just get Sam to stay awake--
The tug at her shirt caught her attention. She turned to Sam, hands cupping her face as she bore a look of determination into the big round eyes. "You're going to be okay, you hear me?" Janet reassured. But Sam shook her head, a look of regret in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Janet..."
The strong look in her eyes finally softened. "I'm so sorry..." Janet managed, letting her tears slip.
"I love you." Sam mouthed, managing one last smile.
Janet nodded and leaned down, kissing Sam softly on her lips. "I love you too, baby. So much..."
*
"You know, Sam, there's just one thing I've never dared admit to myself," she laughed, now leaning on the side of the headstone. She looked at it, as though Sam was right there next to her. "I never regretted leaving my post. I know, it's a horrible thing to say because a life was lost when I..." she paused, sighing. "Well, I failed to patch him up. But we got to say goodbye, Sam, and that meant more to me than anything else in the world."
She drew a deep breath, pulling her bag closer to her.
"But while I don't regret," she went on, letting out a breath. "I can't seem to swallow the fact that my actions led to the death of a good man. They say time heal all wounds, but not this one."
Janet peeled open her bag, mustering up the courage to go on.
"You know what they say is the most peaceful way to die?" She asked, almost hoping that Sam will rise from the dead and stop her. "In your sleep,"
She fished out a syringe and a small tube, puncturing the top with the needle to draw the clear liquid out.
"You died a hero, Sam," she smiled, turning to the head stone once again. "I wish I could do the same..."
She pulled out a rubber tube and tied it around her forearm, slapping the vein lightly for it to rise.
"But I'm going to see you soon, baby. We'll be together." She said with an almost delirious laugh, then pushed the tip of the needle into the vein.
She slid down and leaned her head against the stone, satisfied. She smiled, laying both hands on her stomach. The drowsiness was beginning to seep in.
"That's all that matters...." she whispered before closing her eyes and falling into a deep, deep sleep.