![]() She really didn't want to hear about his three months of exile, knowing "she'd" have to come up, but Sam couldn't speak to stop him. He was straddling his bench, elbows on knees, hands dangling. I don't want to hear this, do I, she asked silently, staring at his unmoving figure. She looked over automatically, mouth suddenly dry. "I had started to believe I wasn't going to get home." Words tumbled out of his mouth before he realized he was even going to speak. He watched her econal mal movements from the corner of his eye, admiring the flowing grace with which she moved. Carter had the weights loaded and was sitting on the adjoining bench, folding the towel to place behind her head. And if he admitted the truth to himself, he wasn't adjusting back well at all. In those three months on Edora, he'd gone through the whole gamut of emotions and then in one day he'd gotten yanked back to reality, his reality. He found he wanted to talk with her, needed to get some of this crap off his chest before he got crushed by it. He appreciated her silence, but as the quiet settled around them, he realized it wasn't what he wanted. Carter was silent as she pulled weights from their holding racks and loaded them onto the straight bar. "Major," he nodded back, breathing deeply to get much needed extra oxygen to his muscles. Their eyes met as she dropped her towel beside the bench. Not wanting to get caught ogling him, she moved to the other rack nonchalantly, truly not wanting to interrupt him. The bar clanked a little as he set it back in the cradle. Stop, she ordered herself, slamming the door on that line of thought. The Colonel didn't look as if he had the muscle to lift that much weight, the thought slipped out as her mind absentmindedly added up the steel plates. ![]() She watched as he lowered the weight once more slowly, form beautifully correct. The red tank he wore was discolored from his exertions, sweat evident in his damp hair. To her hungry eyes, it looked like he'd been there a while. The one thing she was trying to avoid thinking about was the sole occupant of the weight room, working at one of the bench press racks. ![]() That's when she heard the click of metal weights as the door closed silently behind her. There would be no Jack O'Neill lusting thoughts today, she decided firmly. The parting hug she and the Colonel had exchanged had had quite a bit more in it than, "Hey, see ya around when I'm in the neighborhood."įorcing a breath from her lungs, she pushed those thoughts aside roughly. She'd caught him numerous times staring blindly into space and had wondered with a tightness in her chest if those were the times he'd been thinking of Laira. Colonel O'Neill had been by turns jovial and his irreverent self and then moody and silent. He'd been back a little over a week now and things hadn't approached anywhere near the "normal" mark. He was fine and waiting for them to come back to get him. That was the one thing she'd insisted on throughout the whole painfully long three months: that he was coming home. She'd thought things would return to normal after they'd gotten the Colonel home. If she didn't get something to do soon, she'd scream. She'd blown a tire right outside the gate, her naquadah tests had all fallen flatter than one of Daniel's pancakes and the dial-up program had yet to find another even remotely habitable planet for the seventh straight day. There hadn't been a thing that had gone right since she'd woken up that day. It was days like this that made her wonder why she even bothered to drive into the Mountain every morning. Samantha Carter shoved the door open, heaving a sigh. It's about as done as it's ever going to get, so let me know what you think. ![]() Not to be archived without permission.Īuthor's Notes: I've had this sitting on my hard drive for about a year now and I finally decided to do something with it. Summary: A week after Jack's return from Edora things still haven't returned to normal.Īrchive: SJD, GateWorld, Jackfic, Carterfic, Heliopolis, yes, anyone else, ask please.ĭISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime / Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions.
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