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jennickelsOkay, something different from me. I don't usually post WIP. I stopped doing that completely years ago and removed all my unfinished stories from ff.net. BUT... I started this for another writerverse prompt (shimmer) and it kind of just took off. Actually it sort of turned into a story I had thought of months ago. But it's a much bigger story to tell. Since I need to post this for points I'm going to leave it as "unfinished" or open or whatever you want to think of it. I'll try to post some more parts as I think of them. Just a warning, don't read if you don't like WIP.
Some Things Can't Be Taken Back
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
586 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
The one in which Jack's said something stupid, Sam's mad and the world is falling down around them. Just another mission gone to hell.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Carter's eyes shimmered with a fierceness Jack hadn't seen in awhile. Or ever directed at him. He definitely went too far this time. But dammit—she'd been so out of it after a string of failed missions. He had to do something to get her back on track, to light a fire in her. This was Sam Carter. It was her job to save the world. A little pressure would do her good, get her motivated. Crack down, he'd thought, and she'd rise out of her funk. Or so he had thought.
A little push here, a nudge there, a couple loud reprimands. Jack had channeled his old drill sergeant and went to town, ignoring Daniel's pointed glares every time he snapped at Carter. Maybe he should have listened to him.
Well, he'd been right. To a point. Carter had found her center, pulled herself together and performed perfectly on the last mission. She had her stride back. And apparently her fire.
Too bad Jack had been too far over the invisible line to notice. He wasn't even sure which words exactly had tipped the scale but there was no misinterpreting the murderous gleam in Carter's eyes. He'd gone way too far. Crap.
His mind back tracked, the correct words to fix things completely escaping him, though. He opened his mouth to, at least, apologize but never got past the first syllable.
The slap caught them all by surprise. Daniel's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Teal'c shifted almost imperceptibly, ready to restrain Carter... or Jack... whichever was the bigger threat. Jack's money was on Carter.
His cheek stung but he refused to budge. Instead he stared—understandably shocked. The phrase, "wiped the smirk off his face," rattled around his brain, entirely apt for the situation. Damn, his cheek hurt. He was secretly grateful the hit was open handed. Jack had no doubts Carter could knock him on his ass if she wanted.
The moment seemed to stretch on forever but Jack knew it had all happened in a few seconds. Carter's expression quickly changed to something completely horrified. She gasped, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, eyes even wider than Daniel's. Realization of what she had just done replaced the anger in her eyes.
The silence was agonizing. Jack wasn't sure who would break first. Daniel still looked ready to lose it any second and Teal'c was as tense as he'd ever seen him. Not that a stranger would notice because he didn't look any different than usual, but Jack saw the way the muscles in his jaw flexed.
Finally Carter's hands fell to her side, her stance becoming rigid, eyes forward and unblinking. She swallowed hard and Jack was sure he saw tears in the corners of her eyes but she blinked and they were gone. She was ready for whatever consequences Jack deemed fit. But his mind was so far from that. He just kept repeating the events in his mind, his cheek smarting something fierce.
She opened her mouth; Jack made to cut her off—there had been too many things said already, too many things that couldn't be taken back. But before either could say anything there was a deafening groan that filled the air. The ground shook, vibrating so hard Jack felt his brains scrambling, then pitched violently. Jack stumbled forward, knocking Carter to the hard dirt. He managed to keep from landing on her but his knee impacted painfully on a rock.
What now? he wondered.
To be continued...
Some Things Can't Be Taken Back
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
586 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
The one in which Jack's said something stupid, Sam's mad and the world is falling down around them. Just another mission gone to hell.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Carter's eyes shimmered with a fierceness Jack hadn't seen in awhile. Or ever directed at him. He definitely went too far this time. But dammit—she'd been so out of it after a string of failed missions. He had to do something to get her back on track, to light a fire in her. This was Sam Carter. It was her job to save the world. A little pressure would do her good, get her motivated. Crack down, he'd thought, and she'd rise out of her funk. Or so he had thought.
A little push here, a nudge there, a couple loud reprimands. Jack had channeled his old drill sergeant and went to town, ignoring Daniel's pointed glares every time he snapped at Carter. Maybe he should have listened to him.
Well, he'd been right. To a point. Carter had found her center, pulled herself together and performed perfectly on the last mission. She had her stride back. And apparently her fire.
Too bad Jack had been too far over the invisible line to notice. He wasn't even sure which words exactly had tipped the scale but there was no misinterpreting the murderous gleam in Carter's eyes. He'd gone way too far. Crap.
His mind back tracked, the correct words to fix things completely escaping him, though. He opened his mouth to, at least, apologize but never got past the first syllable.
The slap caught them all by surprise. Daniel's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Teal'c shifted almost imperceptibly, ready to restrain Carter... or Jack... whichever was the bigger threat. Jack's money was on Carter.
His cheek stung but he refused to budge. Instead he stared—understandably shocked. The phrase, "wiped the smirk off his face," rattled around his brain, entirely apt for the situation. Damn, his cheek hurt. He was secretly grateful the hit was open handed. Jack had no doubts Carter could knock him on his ass if she wanted.
The moment seemed to stretch on forever but Jack knew it had all happened in a few seconds. Carter's expression quickly changed to something completely horrified. She gasped, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, eyes even wider than Daniel's. Realization of what she had just done replaced the anger in her eyes.
The silence was agonizing. Jack wasn't sure who would break first. Daniel still looked ready to lose it any second and Teal'c was as tense as he'd ever seen him. Not that a stranger would notice because he didn't look any different than usual, but Jack saw the way the muscles in his jaw flexed.
Finally Carter's hands fell to her side, her stance becoming rigid, eyes forward and unblinking. She swallowed hard and Jack was sure he saw tears in the corners of her eyes but she blinked and they were gone. She was ready for whatever consequences Jack deemed fit. But his mind was so far from that. He just kept repeating the events in his mind, his cheek smarting something fierce.
She opened her mouth; Jack made to cut her off—there had been too many things said already, too many things that couldn't be taken back. But before either could say anything there was a deafening groan that filled the air. The ground shook, vibrating so hard Jack felt his brains scrambling, then pitched violently. Jack stumbled forward, knocking Carter to the hard dirt. He managed to keep from landing on her but his knee impacted painfully on a rock.
What now? he wondered.
To be continued...
