In Time: Gone
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Summary: There’s so much blood. He doesn‘t see; he can‘t. But he can feel it.
Timeframe: AU, Any
Characters/Pairing: Established SamJack, Daniel, Teal'c, Janet
Genre: Drama, Angst, Tragedy (hanky warning!)
Rating: PG
Gone
He stands in shock, unseeing or breathing, unable to think or move; incapable of feeling anything other than deep, emotional pain, he stares into nothingness.
Hot, salty tears leak from his eyes. Eyes that don’t see; cloudy and milky white for some time now.
She’s gone. He doesn’t want to believe. He can’t believe, because believing would make it too real.
A hand touches his shoulder in attempt to comfort, but he isn’t expecting it. He flinches, pulls back, startled.
“Jack.”
The voice is familiar, soothing. A brother, though not by blood. It’s Daniel.
He flashes back in time; three days ago.
There’s so much blood. He doesn‘t see; he can‘t. But he can feel it. The hot, sticky substance coats his hands as he tries and fails to stop the blood flow, stem the bleeding. But he doesn’t know where it’s all coming from. There’s too much.
He chokes out a sob, gasps her name. “Sam.” His chin raises to the sky, unseeing eyes close, and he calls out to a higher being he hasn’t had faith in in far too long. “Please.” Don’t take her from me. But he can’t say it.
Jack jerks slightly, his whole body trembling as weak, nearly-lifeless fingers take hold of his bloodstained ones. The fingers draw his to her lips; cracked and probably pale.
He feels her lips moving, his ears straining to hear words that can’t quite make it out.
I love you.
Her fingers fall away from his own; she’s very still. He frantically leans over and presses his ear against her chest. He hears nothing; feels nothing.
She’s gone.
Not caring that the side of his face is now covered in blood as he leans against her chest still, Jack sobs, angry and cursing. How could this happen?
On Earth. A parking lot. A speeding car. One mistake. One wrong step.
“Jack.” Daniel pulls him back from the horrific memory. His voice is strained. He’s hurting too.
Jack feels a silent presence near the archaeologist. Two, in fact. One stoically silent, the other sniffing back tears. He knows that smell, that silence. Teal’c and Janet. His family. Her family.
“Come on Jack, let’s go home.”
His hand reaches out gropingly. Calloused fingers graze the rough gravestone one last time. He turns, swipes at the tears on his face with the sleeve of his jacket.
Home.
No, without her it will never be home again.
-Fin-
Summary: There’s so much blood. He doesn‘t see; he can‘t. But he can feel it.
Timeframe: AU, Any
Characters/Pairing: Established SamJack, Daniel, Teal'c, Janet
Genre: Drama, Angst, Tragedy (hanky warning!)
Rating: PG
Gone
He stands in shock, unseeing or breathing, unable to think or move; incapable of feeling anything other than deep, emotional pain, he stares into nothingness.
Hot, salty tears leak from his eyes. Eyes that don’t see; cloudy and milky white for some time now.
She’s gone. He doesn’t want to believe. He can’t believe, because believing would make it too real.
A hand touches his shoulder in attempt to comfort, but he isn’t expecting it. He flinches, pulls back, startled.
“Jack.”
The voice is familiar, soothing. A brother, though not by blood. It’s Daniel.
He flashes back in time; three days ago.
There’s so much blood. He doesn‘t see; he can‘t. But he can feel it. The hot, sticky substance coats his hands as he tries and fails to stop the blood flow, stem the bleeding. But he doesn’t know where it’s all coming from. There’s too much.
He chokes out a sob, gasps her name. “Sam.” His chin raises to the sky, unseeing eyes close, and he calls out to a higher being he hasn’t had faith in in far too long. “Please.” Don’t take her from me. But he can’t say it.
Jack jerks slightly, his whole body trembling as weak, nearly-lifeless fingers take hold of his bloodstained ones. The fingers draw his to her lips; cracked and probably pale.
He feels her lips moving, his ears straining to hear words that can’t quite make it out.
I love you.
Her fingers fall away from his own; she’s very still. He frantically leans over and presses his ear against her chest. He hears nothing; feels nothing.
She’s gone.
Not caring that the side of his face is now covered in blood as he leans against her chest still, Jack sobs, angry and cursing. How could this happen?
On Earth. A parking lot. A speeding car. One mistake. One wrong step.
“Jack.” Daniel pulls him back from the horrific memory. His voice is strained. He’s hurting too.
Jack feels a silent presence near the archaeologist. Two, in fact. One stoically silent, the other sniffing back tears. He knows that smell, that silence. Teal’c and Janet. His family. Her family.
“Come on Jack, let’s go home.”
His hand reaches out gropingly. Calloused fingers graze the rough gravestone one last time. He turns, swipes at the tears on his face with the sleeve of his jacket.
Home.
No, without her it will never be home again.
-Fin-