Fic: Back Out (Sam/Jack)
Title: Back Out
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack
Word Count: 263
Rating: G
Summary: He can't quite grasp the concept that this might be the last time he sees her, but he pretends he does and puts on a brave face.
Notes: Written on 5/5/10.
This is my last goodbye
Leaving all of the memories
of you behind
- My Last Goodbye, Trading Yesterday
He can't quite grasp the concept that this might be the last time he sees her, but he pretends he does and puts on a brave face. Hell, he's seen a lot of awful things in his time - and she has too. Why shouldn't he survive this mission?
He suspects it has something to do with the word the General put before 'mission'. Suicide missions rarely end well, he has found. A many good men he has known have sacrificed themselves like that, in the line of duty.
It's his time now.
He smiles - a forced smile - at her across the hall where she's watching him and wringing her hands.
"I'll be back before you know it," he says.
Her frown deepens. So much for that lie.
"You can still back out."
There's nothing he wants more than to say he will, for her - except that if he doesn't do this, they probably won't live to see another day anyway. What is his life in the scheme of things when so many others are being threatened?
He checks his gear for a third time. "No, I can't."
He hates to see the sadness in her eyes but it's better than he does this rather than wait with her and everyone else to die. His feet carry him to the control room at their own accord and he can sense her following behind him. The stargate's seventh chevron locks. He can't make himself say goodbye.
He takes one last look at her and then steps through to the other side.
fin.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack
Word Count: 263
Rating: G
Summary: He can't quite grasp the concept that this might be the last time he sees her, but he pretends he does and puts on a brave face.
Notes: Written on 5/5/10.
This is my last goodbye
Leaving all of the memories
of you behind
- My Last Goodbye, Trading Yesterday
He can't quite grasp the concept that this might be the last time he sees her, but he pretends he does and puts on a brave face. Hell, he's seen a lot of awful things in his time - and she has too. Why shouldn't he survive this mission?
He suspects it has something to do with the word the General put before 'mission'. Suicide missions rarely end well, he has found. A many good men he has known have sacrificed themselves like that, in the line of duty.
It's his time now.
He smiles - a forced smile - at her across the hall where she's watching him and wringing her hands.
"I'll be back before you know it," he says.
Her frown deepens. So much for that lie.
"You can still back out."
There's nothing he wants more than to say he will, for her - except that if he doesn't do this, they probably won't live to see another day anyway. What is his life in the scheme of things when so many others are being threatened?
He checks his gear for a third time. "No, I can't."
He hates to see the sadness in her eyes but it's better than he does this rather than wait with her and everyone else to die. His feet carry him to the control room at their own accord and he can sense her following behind him. The stargate's seventh chevron locks. He can't make himself say goodbye.
He takes one last look at her and then steps through to the other side.
fin.