Meant To Be Together
Meant To Be Together
by Revvie
Summary: Title says it all. Jack and Sam. SPOILERS for Threads
Category: Missing Scene/Epilogue, Romance
Episode Related: 817 Threads
Season: any Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: GEN
Warnings: minor character death
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: 2005-02-26
The infirmary felt so cold. Sam sat crumpled against the side of her father's bed. She shivered uncontrollably but couldn't bring herself to release his cold hand just yet. There was something so final and so symbolic about letting go. She was half on the bed and half on a chair, pulled up so close that it touched the bed rail, unable to to will her arms and legs to move other than the involuntary shaking they were doing all on their own.
She wanted his hand on her shoulder again, draped around her neck. She needed to grip his hand like she had in the observation room just minutes before running down here to her father's side. She wanted to hang on to him and never let go, for she had found comfort in his steady grasp like she had found nowhere else during these past few painful days.
"Sam," he said so quietly that nobody but her could possibly overhear. His warm fingers, so gentle, again crept softly and slowly onto her shoulder.
"Come with me," he urged. At first there was no response, but soon Sam turned around on the chair to face him. Relieved to have gotten a response of any kind, he knelt down further so as to get his arms around her properly, and hugged her tightly.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, trying to warm her with his arms and hands. He urged her up onto her feet and, once he was sure she had decided to leave, walked with her to the door, never letting go.
"Let me take you home, Sam. You need to sleep."
"I can't leave him here," she replied brokenly.
"He's in good hands, Sam. You can come back later." Jack was intimately familiar with the denial and paralysis she was experiencing in the wake of her father's passing.
He took her up to the surface and guided her to his truck, intending to take her home and be whatever she needed him to be to see her through this. Something inside him had finally broken open while he had sat with her, keeping vigil over Jacob. Goodness knows he'd held back his well-guarded love for her, even his friendship at times, over the last eight years, in the name of military regulations. And hurt her in the process. They'd both tried in recent months to find happiness with someone else, in relationships outside the confines of the air force. But right now all that mattered was she needed him, and he was going to be there for her.
It was night outside the mountain, and the moon was full, with the mountains cut out in sharp relief against the starry sky. Jack didn't expect that Sam would feel like talking right now, so as he drove he reached across the seat and grasped her hand. He felt a returning pressure from her fingers, a lot tighter than he had expected, communicating her raw need for him; his comfort, his support, his presence.
"Jack, I..." Sam halted, swallowing hard. "I can't believe he's gone. I just assumed, with Selmak, he'd outlive all of us."
"I know. Me too." He squeezed her hand again.
"For years, I barely spoke to him. We weren't close. These past seven years have been the best years of our relationship."
"They've been great. He's been a wonderful Dad."
Sam glanced at Jack through her tears, loving him even more. She could hear the double meaning behind his statement, his ragged voice betraying his own grief. It took her a minute or two to be able to go on.
"I need to call Mark. And you know what's amazing? Mark will miss him, too, a lot. I never thought I'd see the two of them reconcile, but they did, and they're even what I would call close now. Were. Were close."
"Sam," Jack consoled her.
He pulled into her driveway and turned the key off in the ignition. Neither got out just yet. Sam pulled Jack's hand the rest of the way into her lap and held it between both of hers. Jack waited quietly, not wanting to intrude on the life she had made for herself outside of work, knowing she needed to make the first move. Sam was still compulsively grasping his hand, showing no signs of getting out of the car.
"Sam," Jack finally broke the silence, "anything you need, anything. Just ask me. I'm here for you. I want to help."
She nodded her head and finally released his hand to dig out her house keys. Opening the car door, she slid out and stood up, then leaned down so she could make eye contact with him where he still sat inside the car.
"Can you stay for a little while?"
Jack felt as if his heart had begun beating again.
"You betcha." He was out of the car and by her side in a few seconds.
Sam let them in and threw her purse and keys on the desk in the foyer before she turned around to face him. She moved into his arms at the same time he moved towards her, and they held each other tightly, silently, each allowing the other to give and to take comfort and solace, counteracting their grief. Sam could feel her insides spiraling out of the tight snarl they'd been tied in all day, and helpless to hold back any longer, she gave in to scalding tears of grief. Jack responded by holding her even more securely and nestling his face against her damp cheek, whispering soothing words she couldn't hear but understood anyway.
Sam was unable to immediately regain control once she had let go. Frightened by this unforeseen breakdown, she pulled away from the warmth of Jack's body and wrapped her arms around her torso, struggling to compose herself but still sobbing in great shuddering gasps.
"Sam, you need this, let it happen. Don't fight it."
He had never completely released his hold on her arms and soon managed to pull her in against him again. His large hands rubbed across her back and down her arms, then back again, over and over, until the repetitive motion began to soothe and calm her.
"Better?" he asked. Sam was returning the hug now, and he felt her hands creep up his back to grip his shoulders. Her answer was a shrug into his shoulder. He could feel her beginning to sag against him.
"Come on, sit down. You're wiped, Sam." Moving further into her home and sitting down on the sofa together, Sam used the opportunity to nestle further into Jack's comforting hold and to hook her arms around him more tightly. Sam reached for his face and tenderly wiped away his tears, now flowing with hers.
"Stay with me," she whispered.
An uncomfortable thought belatedly occurred to Jack.
"You're engaged, Carter, remember that?" He pulled her left hand up between them and paused to give her a quizzical look. There was no ring.
"Have you called Pete yet?" He hadn't meant it to come out as harsh as it sounded, but Sam acted stung, as if he'd pushed her away.
"No." She sat up on her own and looked back at him with defiant tear-swollen eyes.
"Sam, what's going on in there?" He tapped gently on her temple.
"I 'll call him tomorrow, or the day after that. I need to tell him what I promised my Dad."
"What?"
"I promised Dad I wouldn't marry a man I didn't love." The tears were threatening again, but she pushed on. "I don't love Pete. I know that now. Dad helped me see a few things more clearly."
"Like what?"
"He asked me who I most loved to spend time with. Who I went to when I needed companionship, or advice. Who I am totally myself with." She stopped and distractedly played with the sleeve of his shirt for a minute.
"Well, if he'd asked me that, I'd have said you." Jack's simple honesty was the best balm this side of heaven. Sam looked up, eyes shining even as the tears still seeped out.
"And I told him it was you. He wasn't surprised at all. He already knew."
She couldn't keep from wrapping her arms around him again and gratefully embracing this man who had been at her side all these years, years that had slowly, silently forged an amazingly strong connection unlike anything she'd known before.
"Dad said I wasn't in love with Pete so much as I was in love with what he represented. A normal life, like everyone else. He said I'm not normal."
"How did you take that?" Jack smiled.
"He meant I shouldn't settle for what's normal for other people, but what makes me happy. And that's when I told Dad I'm in love with you, Jack. That I'd only let myself admit it when I realized that the thought of marrying Pete was making me unhappy. And he said that this kind of love is worth the wait."
His arms instantly tightened around her in response.
"I love you, too," Jack said without fanfare or further explanation.
He raised his head from her shoulder to look into her eyes with a purposeful intensity, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her face and commit this moment to memory forever. She'd never felt so prized, so cherished, as she did in the heat of his gaze, held so closely in his arms. She felt tears once again coursing over her cheeks.
"I can't believe I'm not dehydrated by now," she sniffed with a tremulous grin. "I've been crying for days. But these," she pointed to her face, "these are happy ones."
"Well, good, because I'd hate to think I'd made you sad by telling you I love you," Jack softly kidded her.
"I love you," Sam repeated earnestly. "And I'm done pretending, I'm done hiding from it."
"Good. That's good. We don't have to figure it all out right now. I think we've settled the important stuff."
"I agree."
"Right now, all you need to think about is getting a good night's sleep. And that's an order, just in case you thought you had anything to say about it."
"That's fine with me," Sam nodded wearily.
Neither moved. Finally Sam grinned nervously.
"I'm not really sure..."
"what to do next," Jack finished, nodding his agreement. "I know what I'd like to do next," he continued, a wicked expression crossing his face, "but we've waited a long time for this. Let's sleep on it, okay?"
She adored him. "Okay." She got up, still holding his hand and walked him to the guest bedroom, following him in halfway when he stumbled to the bed and flopped heavily across it.
"Thanks Carter," he mumbled into the pillow. "Go get some sleep, I can take care of myself."
"Good night, Jack." She left him and went to her own bedroom, crossing the dark floorboards to the window. She stared up at the stars, unusually bright tonight, and felt the tears coming again. So many nights, after her Dad had become a Tok'Ra, whenever she was on Earth, she had stood at this window and felt a connection with him, knowing he was out there somewhere.
She was going to miss him so much.
"Thanks Dad," she whispered to the stars, needing to talk to Jacob wherever he was now. "Thanks for leaving me the best gift you ever could. You helped me see that my happiness was right under my nose all these years. I've been chasing a dream when the real thing is so much better than anything I could have dreamed up. Thanks for opening my eyes. Thanks for loving me enough to let me take some wrong turns along the way. Because now I know without any doubt that what I have is real."
She looked back down the darkened hallway at the door to Jack's room, dark and quiet, unspeakably grateful for his presence. She could almost hear his steady breathing if she concentrated. Tomorrow would be hard. She had some things to make right and it wasn't going to be easy. She had to call her brother Mark. She had to...
Jack was right. She turned off the flow of thoughts through her mind and lay on the bed.
They'd settled the important stuff.
As for the rest?
She would sleep on it.
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