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Stargate SG-1 fic: Existing

Existing
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam UST
505 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

AU where Sam has married Pete and Jack is just as good about holding a grudge.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

It had been three years since he’d talked to her on a personal level. And most of that time he avoided her professionally. Getting her off the planet had been a step in the right direction. It wasn’t that he was bitter it was just… Oh, who was he kidding? He was bitter as hell.

He tried to push that all aside as he watched a battered Hammond descend through the cloud cover and dock ungraciously. Normally the ships stayed in orbit—landing risked attracting unwanted attention—but the Hammond was nearly a lost cause. The scientists were surprised it even made it through reentry. Jack swallowed hard at that thought.

This wait was going to kill him. The metal building did nothing to ward off the desert heat. If anything it intensified it. He’d asked off-handed earlier about it and was assured almost as off-handedly that they were perfectly safe and that the hangar was air conditioned. Jack pulled at his tie, certain they were baking alive.

Finally the door slid open. Jack nodded at one of the medics and they swarmed across the hard packed dirt—kicking up little clouds of dust in their hurry to help. With the Asgard transporters off-line this was the first chance to get the injured off the ship. Wave after wave of crew were helped across the scorching tarmac into waiting buses to be taken to another location for debriefing. Someplace cooler, he hoped.

After what seemed like ages the medics and scientists thinned out leaving just two people standing at opposite sides of the landing strip. Jack slid his shades on and took too steps out into the blinding sun. On the opposite side of the crumbling runway Carter tried to hide her exhaustion and apprehension. Jack didn’t think she was doing a very good job. But, then again, neither was he.

He watched her limp across the space to stop a few feet in front of him and salute crisply. “Sir.”

Jack’s mouth went completely dry and it took him a few beats before he could reply. “Carter.” He looked past her at what was left of her ship. “Glad to see you got her home in one piece. More or less.” The subtext to that statement was about as subtle as a slap to the face.

“It’s good to be home, sir.” Her eyes turned away, unable to hold his gaze any more.

“I’m sure you’ll be wanting to get home to… your family so I won’t keep you.” The words were sour in his mouth and it took every ounce of will power not to spit them out. He gestured to the remaining car in the hangar.

She nodded but didn’t catch his eye and was gone before Jack could analyze the scene further. This had been their existence for three years now—since she chose that cop over what might have been. Jack can’t fault her for moving on with her life but he can’t quite forgive her either.

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