Sam/Jack- threadbare PG13 (AU- Gou'ald invade the Old West)vickyoceanNovember 5 2007, 04:04:26 UTC
Samantha had never been one for ladylike domestic skills. The broken needle and half repaired hole in Jack’s trousers were proof of that. Since the Invaders had arrived, she was much better off with the masculine skills of shooting and riding that her father had taught her than most ladies with their fine needlepoint skills.
Still she had to fight back the urge to toss both the trousers and the sewing kit in the fire. Of course, that would solve nothing. Jack only had two pairs of trousers as it was.
Those sad, faded and patched cavalry pants. They were yet another reason to hate the otherworldly Invaders that had conquered the entire world and had slaughtered or enslaved most of the population. Cloth was a rare commodity these days. She and Jack would be in buckskin like the Indians before long.
She took a deep breath and forced her frustration back down. It wasn’t just her ineptitude with a needle that had her so out of sorts. Jack had been gone for nearly four days and she was getting more worried with each passing hour. They hadn’t been apart for so long since he’d saved her life on the day the Invasion had begun. Unfortunately, she had sprained her ankle and they were running low on provisions. She knew she would only be a hindrance as he scouted the area and foraged for supplies. She threaded a new needle and picked up the trousers again, determined to contribute to their survival at least in some small way, no matter how she detested it.
That night, she lay wide awake on the pile of pelts in front of the fire that served as their bed. She kept going over and over in her mind all the things that could have happened to Jack. At some point she must have dosed only to be awakened by the sound of the door creaking open. She lay very still, grasping her revolver in her hand with the Winchester at the ready nearby.
“It’s me.”
Jack.
She was relieved beyond words. She carefully lowered the hammer on the Colt and set the gun on the floor. She sat up, but Jack waved he back down, “Stay.”
She lay back down and watched as his shadowed form disarmed and set down the bags he was carrying. “Are you hungry?” she asked.
“No. Just tired.” He stripped down to his union suit and crawled into the make shift bed. She slid close to him and laid her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm tightly around her. He stank, smelling of horses, sweat, and the trail, but she needed the close contact after he’d been away. She felt him relax in increments, but never totally relaxing, always keeping one ear open for the sound of the Invaders approaching.
She stuck her hand under the placket where a button was missing on his long underwear so she could feel the warm flesh of his chest. He sighed tiredly and she felt his arm tighten around her. “Missed you,” he whispered into her hair.
“Me too. I was worried…”
“I was too.”
“What did you find?”
“Sheridan’s abandoned, but it’s still standing. I expect all the people have fled or been taken to work in the quarry. The dry good’s store was still mostly stocked. I brought back all I could.”
“We’ll go back when my ankle’s healed.”
They lay in silence for a while, their breathing and the crackling of the fire the only sounds.
“I mended your wool trousers.”
“Thanks.” Jack paused for a moment before saying, “You didn’t sew the legs closed did you? ‘Cause those holes are useful for sticking your legs through.”
She choked back a laugh and slapped his chest in indignation, a little harder than was actually playful.
“Ow!” he cried in exaggerated pain.
“Oh, stop it. I didn’t hit you that hard. Quit being a sissy.”
“I’m not a sissy.”
“Is that so?”
“Do I have too prove it?”
A mischievous smile tugged at her mouth. “You might.”
“If that’s what it takes,” he said as he rolled them over, switching there positions. He buried her face in her neck, his beard scratching her skin as he placed a soft kiss there. Jack pulled back for a moment studying her face from the light of the fire. His face was serious as he told her, “I really did miss you. I don’t know what I would do if-”
Samantha cut him off by pulling his head down for a searing kiss. She couldn't bear to think about that now.
Still she had to fight back the urge to toss both the trousers and the sewing kit in the fire. Of course, that would solve nothing. Jack only had two pairs of trousers as it was.
Those sad, faded and patched cavalry pants. They were yet another reason to hate the otherworldly Invaders that had conquered the entire world and had slaughtered or enslaved most of the population. Cloth was a rare commodity these days. She and Jack would be in buckskin like the Indians before long.
She took a deep breath and forced her frustration back down. It wasn’t just her ineptitude with a needle that had her so out of sorts. Jack had been gone for nearly four days and she was getting more worried with each passing hour. They hadn’t been apart for so long since he’d saved her life on the day the Invasion had begun. Unfortunately, she had sprained her ankle and they were running low on provisions. She knew she would only be a hindrance as he scouted the area and foraged for supplies. She threaded a new needle and picked up the trousers again, determined to contribute to their survival at least in some small way, no matter how she detested it.
That night, she lay wide awake on the pile of pelts in front of the fire that served as their bed. She kept going over and over in her mind all the things that could have happened to Jack. At some point she must have dosed only to be awakened by the sound of the door creaking open. She lay very still, grasping her revolver in her hand with the Winchester at the ready nearby.
“It’s me.”
Jack.
She was relieved beyond words. She carefully lowered the hammer on the Colt and set the gun on the floor. She sat up, but Jack waved he back down, “Stay.”
She lay back down and watched as his shadowed form disarmed and set down the bags he was carrying. “Are you hungry?” she asked.
“No. Just tired.” He stripped down to his union suit and crawled into the make shift bed. She slid close to him and laid her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm tightly around her. He stank, smelling of horses, sweat, and the trail, but she needed the close contact after he’d been away. She felt him relax in increments, but never totally relaxing, always keeping one ear open for the sound of the Invaders approaching.
She stuck her hand under the placket where a button was missing on his long underwear so she could feel the warm flesh of his chest. He sighed tiredly and she felt his arm tighten around her. “Missed you,” he whispered into her hair.
“Me too. I was worried…”
“I was too.”
“What did you find?”
“Sheridan’s abandoned, but it’s still standing. I expect all the people have fled or been taken to work in the quarry. The dry good’s store was still mostly stocked. I brought back all I could.”
“We’ll go back when my ankle’s healed.”
They lay in silence for a while, their breathing and the crackling of the fire the only sounds.
“I mended your wool trousers.”
“Thanks.” Jack paused for a moment before saying, “You didn’t sew the legs closed did you? ‘Cause those holes are useful for sticking your legs through.”
She choked back a laugh and slapped his chest in indignation, a little harder than was actually playful.
“Ow!” he cried in exaggerated pain.
“Oh, stop it. I didn’t hit you that hard. Quit being a sissy.”
“I’m not a sissy.”
“Is that so?”
“Do I have too prove it?”
A mischievous smile tugged at her mouth. “You might.”
“If that’s what it takes,” he said as he rolled them over, switching there positions. He buried her face in her neck, his beard scratching her skin as he placed a soft kiss there. Jack pulled back for a moment studying her face from the light of the fire. His face was serious as he told her, “I really did miss you. I don’t know what I would do if-”
Samantha cut him off by pulling his head down for a searing kiss. She couldn't bear to think about that now.
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:-D
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It was totally not what I intended. It just sorta came out. Now I can't stop thinking about it. ; )
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Old West AU! I can die happy now. :)
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I'm not even sure where it came from. I haven't watched any westerns lately or anything. My cat is seriously slipping me drugs. ; )
There may be more at some point, 'cause it's sorta usurped my brain. Maybe...
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