Don't Say A Word
Don't Say A Word
by Tanwen ONeill
Summary: Car trouble at the cabin has some unexpected results for Sam
Category: Missing Scene/Epilogue, Romance, Series, Thoughts
Episode Related: 818 Threads, 819 Moebius
Season: Season 8
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: GEN
Warnings: adult themes, none
Author's Notes: From 'Words Never Said' series. All the Jack and Sam moments missing frm S9 and 10
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story was created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Archived on: 02/08/07
Sam had to use everything in her power to stop the huge grin on her face turning into gull blown laughter. She looked over to O'Neill who seemed to be doing the same and caught her eye. Both simply shook their heads and then turned back to staring at Daniel.
"Have you not tried holding still Daniel Jackson? Maybe then the fishing line will cease to tighten."
Daniel flailed more wildly, only worsening the mess of fishing line that he had managed to wrap around himself. Teal'c had to grab one of his arms to prevent him from falling head over heels into the lake outside Jack's cabin.
"Honestly, Daniel, I thought you'd gotten over this whole bumbling idiot faze."
She couldn't help but let a snort escape at his comment, and then fell into full blown hysterics when Daniel's whirling arms cause both him and Teal'c to collapse into the shallows of the water. She could hear the General join in behind her as soon as Daniel accidentally punched Teal'c in the face while the Jaffa tried to untangle their friend. Her vision became obscured by tears of mirth as she watched Teal'c sit on the poor archaeologist and tear the line from him. With a look of slight displeasure, Teal'c rose again and walked back to his seat by O'Neill on the pier.
"Are you alright Colonel Carter? You appear to be having some kind of fit."
This only made her laugh even harder so that she almost fell of her chair. Something wet slapped against the side of her face and she managed to clear her eyes long enough to see Daniels soggy hat lying on the ground next to her. By the time he retook his seat, she had managed to control her laughter to a silent chortle. They all sat in silence for a while looking out over the water.
"Man I'm going to miss this," the general said as he recast his line.
The broad smile on Sam's face faltered for moment. "End of an era," she said echoing the President's words when they had met after the destruction of Anubis's fleet. It was then that they had all decided it was time.
"I believe our path has run its course," Teal'c said, "We must each steer our own from now on."
"Now who am I going to rely on for deep meaningful things like that!" Jack cried, throwing his hand up in the air.
"Hey," Daniel chipped in while he wrung his shirt out, "it's not like we're never going to see each other again."
"Say's the man flying halfway across the galaxy," Sam said trying to sound playful, while really she was getting a little caught up inside.
"Well it's not like I'll never be coming back," he said quietly. "So any idea of what you're going to do yet?" He said filling the silence before it became awkward.
"God knows," she scoffed. "A hundred different research departments asked for me to be reassigned to them as soon as they found out I was free. They'll tell me as soon as they can decide where I'm needed most."
"Now what is the SGC going to do the next time the... sun explodes and causes time to do a backflip or something that I'm never going to understand?"
She smiled quietly to herself. "I'm sure they'll manage."
They descended into silence again as they contemplated all that they had been through and how different their lives would be. For seven years they'd spent more time with each other than they had with any other people. They were family. Even when the Colonel had become the General, he'd still been there.
Sam felt a pang inside her. Ever since he'd left SG-1 it had been easier to ignore the... the thing. God, she couldn't even say it to herself in her own head. She'd pushed everything to the back of her mind in the past year, she'd made a go of it with Pete, she'd tried to... to forget. It looked like the General had been too. They had both chosen to ignore it in the vain hope that it would go away. And it had been working. But now Pete was gone. Kerry was gone. The safety net of Regulations was gone, he'd moved. He wasn't her CO any more and they both knew it. She was going to have to make a decision soon. And that scared her to hell.
"I believe it will be strange," Teal'c said eventually breaking her from her reverie, "not seeing any of you everyday."
"I'll miss you too T man. I'll miss all of you..."
"Me too."
"Me too," Sam said, *some more than others.*
Sam listened to the whine of the engine as she turned the key again and it refused to start.
"For cryin' out loud!" she yelled slamming her hands down on the steering wheel.
"You've been around Jack too long," Daniel said through the window. "Sounds like the spark plug's not sparking." She looked at him with surprise. "What? Just cause I'm an archaeologist doesn't mean I can't know anything about cars."
She shook her head at him before opening the car door to look under the hood of the car, but she couldn't really see what she was doing in the failing light. None of them had meant to stay this late, but saying goodbye was harder than she'd ever thought possible.
"What's the matter Major? Sorry ... Lieutenant Colonel," O'Neill said with a smirk after she'd been poking around for a few minutes. "You can build a hyperdrive from a cereal box and some tape, but you can't fix your car?"
"Well I helped build the hyperdrive, I know where everything is. I mean who built this thing? I can't even find the spark plug!" she let out an exasperated grunt. "Sir, have you got a torch I can borrow?"
"Yeah," he said with out moving.
"Well can I have it then?"
"Sure. Haven't got any batteries for it though."
She stared at him, wearing that self satisfied grin he always did and couldn't help but smile at him.
"Why don't you just stay here," Daniel said with his hand in his pocket. "I mean, Teal'c is the only one that needs to be back tomorrow and I gotta drive him over. Jack's staying here anyway and he can run you over into town tomorrow."
Sam squinted at him for a moment before turning to the General, who was looking at Daniel a little non-plussed.
"Uh... sure," he said eventually from his leaning spot on the doorway. "Me cassa et su cassa an' all that."
"Alright" Sam said closing down the hood again and walking round to where Teal'c and Daniel were getting ready to go. She gave them both a hug before they got into the car.
"Don't be a stranger," she said as she let go of Teal'c.
"I will ensure to contact you, should I ever be on the planet."
"Make sure you do T. I'm never going to find a better golf partner," he said and they both grinned at each other sharing some private joke.
"I'll see you before I go," Daniel said as he rolled down the window and started the car.
They waved goodbye as the two drove off, knowing it would be a long time before the four of them would all be back together again. Sam turned towards the car at the same moment her old commander turned to go back into the house. They mumbled apologies as they both stepped the same way, and then manoeuvred back trying to avoid each other before he chuckled and stepped out the way.
"Thank you sir," she said, hoping she wasn't as red as she felt.
"I'll see you inside. And less of the sir. We're outside work now."
"Sorry *sir*, won't happen again *sir*, I'll make sure, *sir* to avoid calling you sir, *sir*."
He looked back at her, smiling again. "Daniel was right; you have been around me too long."
As soon as he was out of sight Sam swore under her breath as she opened the trunk and got out her bags. Of all the things to happen, this was the one she didn't need the most. She'd wanted to get away to think about things. No, to think about Jack. Christ! When did that happen? It was only in her head, but a second ago she'd been joking about her constant `sir'ing. It was a reminder of why she couldn't do what she wanted to do. But did she want to? Oh she didn't know anything anymore.
She crossed the cabin as fast as she could to get to the room that had been hers for the past few days. She dumped her bag down on the bed, closing the door behind her and paced the room for a while, ringing her hands while she thought. Should she talk to him now, while they were alone? Should she wait until she knew what she wanted? Ahh hell, it had been 8 years and she hadn't worked out what she'd wanted.
She was over thinking things. It always happened, it had gotten her in to trouble sometimes over the years. Step back, she told herself, just let think take their course. This wasn't something that just thinking could fix.
"Carter? What are doing in there
Suddenly she realised how long she'd been standing around doing nothing.
"Uhh, be out in a second... sir..." she said throwing open her bag and quickly changing her shirt, to making it look like she'd been doing something before coming out again to find him sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand and one on the table waiting for her. She dropped herself down next to him, raising the barrier of restraint she had built over their time together, and trying to pretend.
"So..." he said slowly, picking at the label of his beer.
"So..." she responded, tapping the edge of her own.
"Carter..." he trailed off, trying to say something that wouldn't come, as he fixated intently on the drink in his hand
"Sir?"
"Jack," he corrected her.
"Then Sam," she said looking up at him.
Their eyes hit each other with a force that nearly knocked her back. Both held their breath for an instant, before lunging towards each other. Ferociously they embraced each other as their mouths violently kissed; all their history and suppression boiling over into this one moment. He was there. She could feel his heat, his racing heartbeat, his gasping breath. From the back of her head the sensible part of her mind broke and she pushed him back slightly so that she could look into his eyes, but still feel him next to her. She could still feel his heavy breath falling across her face.
"Shouldn't we talk about this or something," she said desperate to feel those lips against hers again.
"Probably," he said, before pulling her close to him again and complying with her desires.
As they slowly fell backwards into the couch all the words that needed to be said were spoken, without either of them having to say a single word.
It was another hour before either of them spoke. Lying under the sheets of Jack's bed, though she couldn't quite recall exactly how they had got there, sweaty and spent. She simply let herself be in her arms. Lightly he held her, running his fingers over her hair, softly rubbing his lips against the top of her head.
"Whattya thinkin'?" he asked playfully.
"Nothing," she answered truthfully. She didn't want to think about what was coming next, she just wanted to have this moment to remember.
"Well that's new," he said holding her close.
"Mhmm," she hummed in agreement. She shifted slightly to look up at him. "We should do this again sometime." She smiled back at her, a warm true smile she rarely saw on him before he bent his head to kiss her again. Gently this time, now that the urgency was gone and they had all the time in the world up here in his cabin, where the rest of the world didn't exist. She snuggled back down into his chest and let her self feel drowsy from the rise and fall of his chest. She looked across the room to where the signs of their frantic union were littered. Her eyes strayed to the doorway, where the lock that had stuck. "And we need to get you a new door... I seem to remember the old one annoying you and paying for it's crimes."
He chuckled lightly into her hair as he stared at the splintered remains that hung on the frame. It had been in the way after all. She scooched up closer to him and held him closer, just to make sure he was still really there.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear quietly.
"For what?" he said in that confused way that made her want him all the more every day.
`For this,' she thought. `For those 8 long years. For always being there. For saving my ass a million times over. For never giving up on me, on this. For all the times I needed you. For getting me through...'
"For everything," she mumbled eventually before sighing and letting herself fall asleep in his arms.
Jack looked down at the woman in his arms and marvelled at his luck. Well... his luck and basic knowledge of car engines.
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