Sam hurt. With the very air pressing down heavily on her as she walked, she realised that she couldn’t even remember what it felt like not to hurt. The mountain had been empty for some time now, with only a handful of people to fill the halls with shuffling echoes as they fruitlessly went about going through the motions of their work. She didn’t recognise any of their faces, though she was sure that in her past she had met them, smiled with them, lived with them. She hardly saw them, anyway.
As she stepped over the threshold into the commander’s office she didn’t even flinch at the short thin woman sitting in the chair, the once impressive leather ripped and burned. It had felt like an age since she had seen someone familiar in that seat. Faces floated behind her eyes from the time before - before the loneliness, before the death, before the war - but she pushed them back.
The general just flicked her eyes towards the file on the edge of her desk. It was on the edge, almost falling, and Sam knew that it wasn’t by accident; she didn’t want to have to touch it either. She knew what it was. It was their last plan. The plan to end all plans. The plan to end everything. And Sam was the only one who had the know-how to pull it off.
No! She heard the word scream inside her head. No! No! No! It was all she could hear, over and over and over. But it wasn’t just her voice. She heard Daniel’s passionate panic, No! She heard Teal’c’s solid avowal, No! And Jack’s guilty whisper, no… She hadn’t heard them in what seemed like a lifetime, but now they all came flooding back, filling her, begging her to give them voice.
As she opened her mouth, she felt the last unbroken part of her shatter. There was no more hurt.
Thanks! I do feel a little bad about being so mean to Sam (and you!) in #5... and I really wanted to get Jacob in there but wasn't sure how, I'm glad it seemed to work.
Oh, beautifully done! I love the portrayal of Sam's relationship with her father, and with Hammond, and all the things she can't say to either of them. And the fifth one is just heartbreaking.
Sam hurt. With the very air pressing down heavily on her as she walked, she realised that she couldn’t even remember what it felt like not to hurt. The mountain had been empty for some time now, with only a handful of people to fill the halls with shuffling echoes as they fruitlessly went about going through the motions of their work. She didn’t recognise any of their faces, though she was sure that in her past she had met them, smiled with them, lived with them. She hardly saw them, anyway.
As she stepped over the threshold into the commander’s office she didn’t even flinch at the short thin woman sitting in the chair, the once impressive leather ripped and burned. It had felt like an age since she had seen someone familiar in that seat. Faces floated behind her eyes from the time before - before the loneliness, before the death, before the war - but she pushed them back.
The general just flicked her eyes towards the file on the edge of her desk. It was on the edge, almost falling, and Sam knew that it wasn’t by accident; she didn’t want to have to touch it either. She knew what it was. It was their last plan. The plan to end all plans. The plan to end everything. And Sam was the only one who had the know-how to pull it off.
No! She heard the word scream inside her head. No! No! No! It was all she could hear, over and over and over. But it wasn’t just her voice. She heard Daniel’s passionate panic, No! She heard Teal’c’s solid avowal, No! And Jack’s guilty whisper, no… She hadn’t heard them in what seemed like a lifetime, but now they all came flooding back, filling her, begging her to give them voice.
As she opened her mouth, she felt the last unbroken part of her shatter. There was no more hurt.
“Yes, sir.”
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#1's a great idea. Poor Jacob. And poor Sam, not knowing how to reach out, or even sure she wants to. *sniffles*
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Amazing.
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