In Time: Innocent
Title: Innocent
Summary: Sam has some concerns.
Timeframe: Same as ‘Little Miss Attitude’ and ‘Just Not Right’.
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Drama, Angst
Rating: G
Innocent
Jack was confused.
After spending the past three days being tortured by the most disturbing sexual references coming from a two-year-old’s mouth, Sam was finally leaving him alone.
He was worried, starting to suspect that she was up to something. But all those thoughts fled from his mind when she came to him that evening, an almost teary-eyed look on her round, angelic little face.
Jack blinked at her curiously and put down the towels he’d been folding. “Done working on your laptop already?” he asked with a small smile. Even a pint-sized Sam couldn’t stay away from work completely for too long.
Sam didn’t answer. She hung by the doorway at the top of the steps to the lounge, practically clinging to the wooden frame.
Brows furrowed now with concern, Jack got up from the couch and strode toward her. “Sam, what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft, caring voice. He knelt down to her level, ignoring the sharp protest from his knees.
“I’m scared Jack,” she practically whimpered, lower lip trembling.
“C’mere.” He pulled her tiny form into his arms and held her against his chest.
Sam wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, stuffing her face in the crook of his shoulder and sniffling.
Standing with Sam in his arms, Jack went to the couch and sat down with her still clinging to him. When she finally let go, he settled her gently on the cushion beside him and got up to put away the towels he’d half-finished folding.
Sam looked up at Jack as he came back to the couch a minute later. She had her knees pulled to her chest, little arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Knowing she’d been an absolute terror for the past few days, Sam decided Jack deserved her to be acting a little more normal, as normal as a grown woman in a child’s body could be.
Not quite knowing what to say, Jack turned on the TV and sat back down on the couch. When Sam cuddled up to his side, he wrapped an arm around her and rubbed his thumb against her shoulder.
“I love you Sam,” Jack murmured softly. “And no matter what happens, I’m going to stand by you.”
Sam sniffed and snuggled closer into his side. “Promise?”
Jack smiled and leaned sideways, craning his neck so he could kiss the top of her head. “Do you have to ask?”
She smiled.
-
That night Jack lay in bed with Sam sleeping soundly and comfortably on his chest, her head resting just under his chin. He briefly imagined the child asleep on him was not his wife-turned-into-child, but was indeed their child, and the thought gave him a deeply warm feeling. He could easily imagine he and Sam having a child together, and hoped that it would be a possibility sometime soon. However, he felt a slight pang at the slim chance that Sam may not ever return to normal.
As Sam squirmed on his chest, her little head bumping into his chin and making his teeth click together, Jack managed a smile and craned his neck to gently kiss the soft blonde hair tickling him.
“We’ll be okay, my angel,” he murmured softly into her hair.
She mumbled something unintelligible into Jack’s chest and curled a tiny hand into his t-shirt.
Jack sighed and stroked her hair. “I hope so.”
-The End-
Summary: Sam has some concerns.
Timeframe: Same as ‘Little Miss Attitude’ and ‘Just Not Right’.
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Drama, Angst
Rating: G
Innocent
Jack was confused.
After spending the past three days being tortured by the most disturbing sexual references coming from a two-year-old’s mouth, Sam was finally leaving him alone.
He was worried, starting to suspect that she was up to something. But all those thoughts fled from his mind when she came to him that evening, an almost teary-eyed look on her round, angelic little face.
Jack blinked at her curiously and put down the towels he’d been folding. “Done working on your laptop already?” he asked with a small smile. Even a pint-sized Sam couldn’t stay away from work completely for too long.
Sam didn’t answer. She hung by the doorway at the top of the steps to the lounge, practically clinging to the wooden frame.
Brows furrowed now with concern, Jack got up from the couch and strode toward her. “Sam, what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft, caring voice. He knelt down to her level, ignoring the sharp protest from his knees.
“I’m scared Jack,” she practically whimpered, lower lip trembling.
“C’mere.” He pulled her tiny form into his arms and held her against his chest.
Sam wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, stuffing her face in the crook of his shoulder and sniffling.
Standing with Sam in his arms, Jack went to the couch and sat down with her still clinging to him. When she finally let go, he settled her gently on the cushion beside him and got up to put away the towels he’d half-finished folding.
Sam looked up at Jack as he came back to the couch a minute later. She had her knees pulled to her chest, little arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Knowing she’d been an absolute terror for the past few days, Sam decided Jack deserved her to be acting a little more normal, as normal as a grown woman in a child’s body could be.
Not quite knowing what to say, Jack turned on the TV and sat back down on the couch. When Sam cuddled up to his side, he wrapped an arm around her and rubbed his thumb against her shoulder.
“I love you Sam,” Jack murmured softly. “And no matter what happens, I’m going to stand by you.”
Sam sniffed and snuggled closer into his side. “Promise?”
Jack smiled and leaned sideways, craning his neck so he could kiss the top of her head. “Do you have to ask?”
She smiled.
-
That night Jack lay in bed with Sam sleeping soundly and comfortably on his chest, her head resting just under his chin. He briefly imagined the child asleep on him was not his wife-turned-into-child, but was indeed their child, and the thought gave him a deeply warm feeling. He could easily imagine he and Sam having a child together, and hoped that it would be a possibility sometime soon. However, he felt a slight pang at the slim chance that Sam may not ever return to normal.
As Sam squirmed on his chest, her little head bumping into his chin and making his teeth click together, Jack managed a smile and craned his neck to gently kiss the soft blonde hair tickling him.
“We’ll be okay, my angel,” he murmured softly into her hair.
She mumbled something unintelligible into Jack’s chest and curled a tiny hand into his t-shirt.
Jack sighed and stroked her hair. “I hope so.”
-The End-