Luxury
Luxury
by Gene Este
Title: Luxury
Author: Gene Este
Email: gene_este@hotmail.com
Category: Angst, MissingScene/Epilogue
Episode related: 612 Unnatural Selection
Season: Season 6
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: He knows it's a luxury.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
He found her in the food room, solemnly eating - or sipping - melted Ben and Jerry's. He sighed, and sat down next to her quietly. Finding a spoon, he bent and scooped from her pint without hesitation.
"What kind is this?" He asked, going for the small talk he was always so comfortable with.
She didn't look at him, just focused on getting the slush from the carton to her mouth and back again.
"Something with chocolate."
He nodded. Her inarticulation was a bad sign.
"It's good," he replied, sneaking a look at her face before helping himself to more of the ice cream.
"Yeah." Her voice had a strange note of surrender to it, weary, without real care for what she was saying. It was obvious her mind was somewhere else, probably a place where a young man named Fifth was locked into a betrayal she had created for a lifetime.
"You know, chances are he isn't even aware of where he is, or what's happened to him. Thor said the device was supposed to slow time to almost a stop."
She shook her head, and he noticed her eye twitch slightly. "That's not the point."
He winced. "I know."
She sighed, and set down the ice cream. Her spoon followed. "There are lines we don't cross. Situations we don't take advantage of."
"There are times when we don't have that luxury."
She laughed, a hollow sound that had nothing to do with humor. And she nodded. Her eye twitched again, and there was fatigue on her face he hadn't noticed before.
His eyes found hers and held. He thought maybe he saw a concession made there, an unspoken agreement.
And maybe her shoulders weren't hunched anymore.
They sat there for a few more minutes, in silence, and when she rose to leave, he swore he felt her hand brush against his shoulder.
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