Bodyguard
Bodyguard
by NG
Summary: Sam receives a body from the future in the form of Jack O'Neill
Category: Action/Adventure, Romance
Season: any Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
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).
Archived on: 06/21/03
As they were driving off she couldn't help but look back at the men they were leaving behind, getting a first class look at a scene behind them as if it was straight from a horror movie, the only difference being that this time the assailant was invisible. One by one airmen were being thrown in different directions, closely followed by vehicles.
To Carter's horror the path of destruction started to close in on them at an alarming speed.
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Colonel Jack O'Neill's future counterpart was frantically trying to get more speed out of the Jeep but to no avail. Despite the fact that he was driving at a terrifying speed through the hanger, just barely missing the obstacles around them, he could still see the temporal monster gaining momentum in his rear-view mirror.
'Think Jack, think'. As he started to make out the end of the hanger, Jack's mind swirled through all the different possibilities available to him and when an idea finally came to light he almost overturned the Jeep in his haste to make a u-turn.
A quick glance in Sam's direction to check on her safety caused a mild snigger to escape his lips. The u-turn had resulted in her being thrown into the back and she was in a tug of war with her seatbelt, struggling to get loose from the entanglement of flesh and leather.
"Need a hand there?" he shouted to her over his shoulder.
The only answer he got in return was a dirty look and a scrabble of feet as she struggled to get back into the front seat.
"You might want to do your belt up Sam, and put your head between your knees; we're in for a rough ride."
With those words Sam finally started to register his intentions and had just enough time to comply before the Jeep barged through the wooden double-doors of the hanger manager's office and out again on the other side, right through a gigantic glass window that connected the room to the outside world.
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After having left the base, the creature in hot pursuit, Jack made his way onto the freeway but the only problem was that he chose the wrong turn-off and was at that moment going against the flow of traffic which was becoming increasingly dangerous.
On enquiry from Sam as to whether he had lost his mind, he just smiled at her and gave her a cheesy slogan from an 80's TV series. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
"Watch out for that truck!"
Sam's knuckles were a ghostly white from clutching the sides of her seat, especially after each evasion of oncoming traffic. Not for the first time that day she couldn't help but wonder about the sanity of the person sitting next to her. She enjoyed an adrenaline rush just as much as the next person but playing 'chicken' on an American freeway wasn't her idea of fun.
Besides the expected hooting and the profanity communicated their way Sam was surprised to notice that none of the passengers from the other vehicles appeared to have noticed the creature that had joined them on the road.
Maybe it was due to the fact that it was dark and only a faint shimmer in the air could be detected. Maybe it was because the cars that had swung out to avoid them were crashing into each other at the same time and speed as they were being flung to all sides by the creature, or maybe most human beings just couldn't acknowledge what their brains told them was impossible.
The volume of traffic slowly started to increase, and just when Sam was sure that they wouldn't be able to continue for much longer in their current daredevil style, Jack hit the brakes and turned down a small dirt road.
After about ten minutes it became apparent that the creature hadn't followed them. When she questioned the Colonel about it he just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and mumbled something about how the sun was coming up and that the monster is afraid of the light.
"Aren't you the least bit worried or concerned about the casualties that we're leaving behind, not only on the base but also in all of those cars that just crashed behind us?"
Without pausing Jack gave her a curt "No."
Sam couldn't believe her ears.
"Are you trying to tell me that you feel nothing for all the innocent lives that were wasted today? What about the families, small children that most probably died back there."
"You wouldn't understand, Sam. Just let it go."
"Try me."
Sam could feel the Colonel's hand reaching out to lightly touch hers.
"Now's not the time. Maybe later, okay?"
She wanted to object, to demand that he tell her why her life was so important in comparison to everybody else's, but one look in his direction - visibility having increased with the first light of day - made her forget her dark thoughts for the time being.
"You're hurt!"
The whole of the Colonel's left arm was covered in blood, glass and dirt. It was only years of experience working with him that enabled her to make out the pain in his eyes.
He wanted to answer her, to tell her he was fine, but the adrenaline that had kept him going so far was leaving his body, along with any strength left in him.
Noticing a derelict building not too far away he aimed the Jeep in that direction, hoping to get there before he lost consciousness, but his luck had run out; Just before darkness enveloped his senses he could feel the vehicle spinning out of control and Sam's voice shouting his name in the distance.
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"Colonel, can you hear me? You need to wake up, Sir."
He didn't want to answer her. The safety and comfort of the darkness around him was soothing and it begged him to enter deeper to a place where no pain or sorrow could ever reached him again.
"You have to go back Jack."
From the deepest recesses of his mind the image of a beautiful woman appeared. She was dressed in a plain but very sensual black evening dress which ensured that just the right curves of her body were visible and complimented the colour of her golden-blonde hair and dark-blue eyes. It was exactly as he remembered her from the night he proposed to her all those years ago. He remembered being the proudest man in the world and the envy of all the men in the restaurant.
"I know it's hard on you but you have to go back."
Her words faded away and started to intermingle with those from another voice.
"I know it's hard on you Sir, but you have to come back."
As the last wisps of the vision cleared from his mind's eye the image of Sam started to come into focus. She was slightly bent over him and he could see the faint traces of tears in her eyes.
"How are you feeling?"
He tried to reply but throat felt dry and sore. He could only manage a husky "Just peachy. What happened?"
"When you lost consciousness it was so sudden. Before I could regain control we drove over a small embankment and right into a dried riverbed on the side of the road. The soft mud at the bottom prevented what could have been a serious accident. Unfortunately it also killed the Jeep's engine and our only transport out of here."
"Where are we now?"
"I think these are the remains of what used to be a farm house, Sir. After the crash I was able to drag you to this building."
Straightening up Sam turned her back on him and paused for a while, as if to consider her next words, but eventually continued in a very subdued tone.
"After we reached this house your body went into spasms. Your heart stopped beating for a while and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get you back. For a while there I was afraid I was going to lose you. It's been touch and go for the last couple of hours."
Sensing the strong emotions running through her Jack pushed himself into a sitting position. He reached out and gently took one of her hands in his.
"Hey, don't worry, it's just some small side effect from my time-travelling through the gate. You're going to be stuck with me and my moron counterpart for a long time to come."
Sam couldn't help but smile through her tears at his ability to still make jokes after all the trauma and pain both of them, but especially him, had experienced that day.
They continued to stand like that for a while, hand in hand, eyes locked onto each other. Feeling her cheeks turning red Sam averted her eyes to the blood that had started to seep through the makeshift bandage on his arm.
"Uh, I need to have a look at your arm again."
Jack couldn't trust himself to say anything sensible at that moment and instead just nodded his head to allow her to proceed.
They both kept quiet whilst her fingers ran slowly, gently and expertly over his arm to determine the extent of his injuries.
Satisfied that his arm wasn't too seriously injured Sam washed and bandaged the wound again.
It was when she reached his hand that she noticed the white indentation on his index finger. She felt shocked and confused, and a cold shiver ran down her spine.
"You're married!"
He wondered how long it was going to take her to discover that, and it was with great difficulty that he was able to conceal his amusement.
"Yeah. Does that bother you?"
Struggling to keep her emotions under control Sam shook her head.
He wanted to tell her she was lying, he wanted to dare her to confront her feelings, but her thoughts were no longer with him. He could see horror and fear spread across Sam's face as she detected something behind him. It was the sound of something big breathing out of sight and the sensation of a hot, foul-smelling breath playing across his back that made him curse inwardly and wish that they had remembered to lock the front door.
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