Fic | Coming Home | Sam/Baal (SG1) [FRC]
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Baal, Sam Carter
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Written for: scifiland ILYLP [Cold]
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 355
Summary: When Baal is hard to find, Sam gets rattled
This isn't what Sam expected. Oh, Baal has been moody since his visit to Earth, but this? This is something else.
The bed seems very empty without him.
She's no idea where he's gone - an hour wandering the corridors of the Al'kesh has left her none-the-wiser, empty-handed. She only returned to the bedroom because she had nothing else to go on.
There's no choice but to wait him out.
But she's alone and the ship is very quiet. She huddles the covers around her, but cannot get warm. It's as if the air is stripped of his presence. She shivers and tries not to cry.
Minutes pass. Or hours; she's not sure which. She stays awake until her eyes itch, until there is a heavy weight pressing on her temples. Her throat is dry, but she hasn't sufficient energy to get up. Sleep torments her.
Pain startles her and it takes her a moment to realise she'd started to nod off and cracked her head on the wall. She doesn't need to stay awake. Doesn't want to, but neither does she want to go to sleep without him by her side.
The needfulness horrifies her.
Her watch reads just after five when the door slides open and he walks in. Stops when he sees her. She stares back, mouth too dry to form words, her brain too befuddled.
“You should be asleep,” he says, voice soft.
She works her tongue and swallows. “Couldn't. Where have you been?”
He shakes his head and comes over. She moves into his arms with alarming eagerness, curling into the warmth of his body. His hands scorch her skin and she shivers.
“You're freezing,” Baal says then and pulls the cover higher. “Why are you so cold?”
She rests her forehead on his shoulder. He smells of musk and spice and something lighter she can never identify. Just him, she supposes.
“You weren't here,” she says, the only explanation she has. The truth of it terrifies her more than a whole armada of Ori ships.
Because being in his arms is like coming home.
Characters: Baal, Sam Carter
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Written for: scifiland ILYLP [Cold]
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 355
Summary: When Baal is hard to find, Sam gets rattled
This isn't what Sam expected. Oh, Baal has been moody since his visit to Earth, but this? This is something else.
The bed seems very empty without him.
She's no idea where he's gone - an hour wandering the corridors of the Al'kesh has left her none-the-wiser, empty-handed. She only returned to the bedroom because she had nothing else to go on.
There's no choice but to wait him out.
But she's alone and the ship is very quiet. She huddles the covers around her, but cannot get warm. It's as if the air is stripped of his presence. She shivers and tries not to cry.
Minutes pass. Or hours; she's not sure which. She stays awake until her eyes itch, until there is a heavy weight pressing on her temples. Her throat is dry, but she hasn't sufficient energy to get up. Sleep torments her.
Pain startles her and it takes her a moment to realise she'd started to nod off and cracked her head on the wall. She doesn't need to stay awake. Doesn't want to, but neither does she want to go to sleep without him by her side.
The needfulness horrifies her.
Her watch reads just after five when the door slides open and he walks in. Stops when he sees her. She stares back, mouth too dry to form words, her brain too befuddled.
“You should be asleep,” he says, voice soft.
She works her tongue and swallows. “Couldn't. Where have you been?”
He shakes his head and comes over. She moves into his arms with alarming eagerness, curling into the warmth of his body. His hands scorch her skin and she shivers.
“You're freezing,” Baal says then and pulls the cover higher. “Why are you so cold?”
She rests her forehead on his shoulder. He smells of musk and spice and something lighter she can never identify. Just him, she supposes.
“You weren't here,” she says, the only explanation she has. The truth of it terrifies her more than a whole armada of Ori ships.
Because being in his arms is like coming home.