Jaffa Jack
This is a new AU series of ficlets/drabbles/short stories taking place in my altered 'what-if' AU, post 'Hathor'. What if Jack and Sam had been married before the Stargate Program? What if one of Hathor's larva had gone into Jack's pouch and the sarcophagus had been destroyed before Sam, Teal'c, and Janet could get him into it?
Title: Jaffa Jack
Summary: Post ‘Hathor’ AU what-if. Jack and Sam discuss his Jaffa belly.
Timeframe: AU, post 'Hathor'.
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: General, Angst
Rating: G
Jaffa Jack
When Hathor’s sarcophagus was destroyed before they’d been able to get Jack into it, Sam’s heart had frozen with fear. Her only comfort was Teal‘c‘s assurance that the infant Goa‘uld that had found it‘s way into her husband‘s womb would sustain him. Sam was still scared of what would happen now that Jack was, quite simply, a Jaffa.
Her husband finally regained his senses twenty-four hours after Hathor was gone. He hadn’t remembered his encounter with the Goa’uld, or what she’d done to him, but he quickly found out. Jack had been quite a terror to be around in the recent days that followed. The only thing that kept him sane was Sam’s unconditional love, and Teal’c’s persistence in teaching him the Jaffa ways of Kelno’reem meditation that would ensure he survived.
Four weeks after the harrowing ordeal, which included lots of visits with Dr. Mackenzie, medical tests, and much secrecy to keep the Colonel out of the hands of the wrong people, Jack had been allowed to return to active duty. He was a Jaffa in body, though not in spirit. He still wasn’t happy about his situation.
Lying in bed with her husband, her head resting on his chest, Sam began to lightly trace the edges that marked his pouch. It was the first time he’d gone to bed without wrapping his stomach up in an Ace bandage since he‘d been home. Jack still had nightmares that his symbiote would crawl out of his pouch at night and implant itself in the back of her neck. She was surprised that she wasn’t the one with the nightmares.
Sam felt him suck in a sharp breath, no longer half asleep. He didn’t need to sleep, but he was used to it, and most of the time he did anyway, even though he wasn’t feeling tired. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a quiet, gentle voice.
Sam sat up slowly and pulled away from Jack slightly when he didn’t answer her right away. She knew he was surprised at the question by the way his brows furrowed slightly and he blinked at her. It wasn’t a topic they really ever talked about, unless forced to in therapy sessions.
“No.” Jack answered finally, breathing slowly and looking up at her. His hard eyes softened and he reached for her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
“Honey,” she began slowly, tentatively. “What does it feel like?”
His brows knit together again, contemplative. She had to admit she was a little surprised he wasn’t getting angry. “It doesn’t hurt, it’s just…weird.”
Sam smiled tightly and laid down at his side again, leaning close so she could kiss his cheek. She didn’t have the heart to discuss his pouch any further, knowing how much contempt he felt for it.
Putting a hand over his bare stomach, as though just realizing it was uncovered, Jack sat up and began to get out of bed.
Sam reached for him, pulling her husband back. “No Jack, it’s okay. It doesn’t bother me,” she insisted. She knew wearing the tight bandage to bed made him uncomfortable.
He hung his head and sighed, glancing at her in the dark. “It bothers me.”
Frowning as she watched him go into the bathroom and turn on the light, Sam turned on her side and clenched her eyes shut, willing away the onslaught of sudden tears. She hated what this had done to him. Sam loved her husband with all her heart, and she knew that he loved her. What worried her was the fear that he’d been forever changed and would never fully recover mentally.
When Jack came back to bed, his stomach was wrapped tightly and he pulled a t-shirt on. He laid down on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
Sam curled up against him once more, resting her hand on his chest this time. “I love you Jack, no matter what,” she whispered sincerely. It was all she could give him now. Forever, he would have her love, and that would have to be enough to keep him from going over that edge.
-The End-
Title: Jaffa Jack
Summary: Post ‘Hathor’ AU what-if. Jack and Sam discuss his Jaffa belly.
Timeframe: AU, post 'Hathor'.
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: General, Angst
Rating: G
Jaffa Jack
When Hathor’s sarcophagus was destroyed before they’d been able to get Jack into it, Sam’s heart had frozen with fear. Her only comfort was Teal‘c‘s assurance that the infant Goa‘uld that had found it‘s way into her husband‘s womb would sustain him. Sam was still scared of what would happen now that Jack was, quite simply, a Jaffa.
Her husband finally regained his senses twenty-four hours after Hathor was gone. He hadn’t remembered his encounter with the Goa’uld, or what she’d done to him, but he quickly found out. Jack had been quite a terror to be around in the recent days that followed. The only thing that kept him sane was Sam’s unconditional love, and Teal’c’s persistence in teaching him the Jaffa ways of Kelno’reem meditation that would ensure he survived.
Four weeks after the harrowing ordeal, which included lots of visits with Dr. Mackenzie, medical tests, and much secrecy to keep the Colonel out of the hands of the wrong people, Jack had been allowed to return to active duty. He was a Jaffa in body, though not in spirit. He still wasn’t happy about his situation.
Lying in bed with her husband, her head resting on his chest, Sam began to lightly trace the edges that marked his pouch. It was the first time he’d gone to bed without wrapping his stomach up in an Ace bandage since he‘d been home. Jack still had nightmares that his symbiote would crawl out of his pouch at night and implant itself in the back of her neck. She was surprised that she wasn’t the one with the nightmares.
Sam felt him suck in a sharp breath, no longer half asleep. He didn’t need to sleep, but he was used to it, and most of the time he did anyway, even though he wasn’t feeling tired. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a quiet, gentle voice.
Sam sat up slowly and pulled away from Jack slightly when he didn’t answer her right away. She knew he was surprised at the question by the way his brows furrowed slightly and he blinked at her. It wasn’t a topic they really ever talked about, unless forced to in therapy sessions.
“No.” Jack answered finally, breathing slowly and looking up at her. His hard eyes softened and he reached for her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
“Honey,” she began slowly, tentatively. “What does it feel like?”
His brows knit together again, contemplative. She had to admit she was a little surprised he wasn’t getting angry. “It doesn’t hurt, it’s just…weird.”
Sam smiled tightly and laid down at his side again, leaning close so she could kiss his cheek. She didn’t have the heart to discuss his pouch any further, knowing how much contempt he felt for it.
Putting a hand over his bare stomach, as though just realizing it was uncovered, Jack sat up and began to get out of bed.
Sam reached for him, pulling her husband back. “No Jack, it’s okay. It doesn’t bother me,” she insisted. She knew wearing the tight bandage to bed made him uncomfortable.
He hung his head and sighed, glancing at her in the dark. “It bothers me.”
Frowning as she watched him go into the bathroom and turn on the light, Sam turned on her side and clenched her eyes shut, willing away the onslaught of sudden tears. She hated what this had done to him. Sam loved her husband with all her heart, and she knew that he loved her. What worried her was the fear that he’d been forever changed and would never fully recover mentally.
When Jack came back to bed, his stomach was wrapped tightly and he pulled a t-shirt on. He laid down on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
Sam curled up against him once more, resting her hand on his chest this time. “I love you Jack, no matter what,” she whispered sincerely. It was all she could give him now. Forever, he would have her love, and that would have to be enough to keep him from going over that edge.
-The End-