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stargateficrecRec Category: Sam Carter / Jack O'Neill
Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Category: H/C, established relationship
Warning: Het, NC-17, mention of violence
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annerbhp
Author's Website:annerbhp's livejournal
Link:Gravity Always wins in the End
Why This Must Be Read:
Set during Season 4 of SGA, Gravity Always in the End tells the story of the aftermath of a mission gone horribly wrong. Jack arrives in Atlantis and spends six days just being there in the best way possible. In so many ways, this story is told by what isn't said as much as what the characters do say to one another. The undercurrent of emotion is deep and profound. Sam gets to shine as the commander of Atlantis as she makes critical decisions and wrestles with moral dilemmas even as she tries to face down personal demons. Jack is solid, reminding her with his presence that no matter what, he's got her back and his faith in her abilities is unwavering. Annerb portrays the evolution of their relationship from friends to lovers as a work in progress they're quietly committed to even in the face of their often dangerous jobs and the separation they must endure. This is a wonderful story that shows amazing depth and allows the characters to shine.
She’s staring at him, having looked up the moment he stepped out, but still hasn’t said anything, her arms contracting around her knees.
“I know I promised not to barge over here every time things got rough,” Jack says, not sure if her silence is born of annoyance.
She doesn’t respond, her eyes following him intently as he slowly closes the space between them.
“Sam?” More than a little concerned by her continued silence, he reaches out and tentatively touches her knee.
She starts at the contact, her lips parting on an unsteady breath and then she’s up and in his arms, and God, it’s so damn good just to feel her again. There was a time six months didn’t seem like the end of the world. He slides his hands across her back, feels the unmistakable bulk of bandages under her sweatshirt, the thinness of her bones.
“How long can you stay?”
Her husky question tells him everything he needs to know.
“A few days at least,” he promises, suddenly deciding that there’s nothing pressing enough to need his attention back on Earth. There’s no immediate threat there, they can handle run of the mill political bullshit very well without him.
He leans back slightly, hand tangled in her hair, his eyes taking in the damage to her face.
“I’m okay,” she says, her posture straightening slightly. He can feel the tension sliding under her skin, see the dark shadow in her eyes that tells him she is far from fine. He remembers a time when he was so good at deliberately not seeing past her lies. Not anymore.
“No, you aren’t,” he counters, pulling her back against his chest and pressing his lips to her forehead. “But you will be.”
Her hands clench in the fabric of his shirt, her face turning into his neck, and finally, finally, she quietly falls apart, tears escaping, emotions he knows she’s been holding back with ironclad restraint for weeks on end.
He was right to come.
Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Category: H/C, established relationship
Warning: Het, NC-17, mention of violence
Author on LJ:
annerbhpAuthor's Website:
annerbhp's livejournalLink:Gravity Always wins in the End
Why This Must Be Read:
Set during Season 4 of SGA, Gravity Always in the End tells the story of the aftermath of a mission gone horribly wrong. Jack arrives in Atlantis and spends six days just being there in the best way possible. In so many ways, this story is told by what isn't said as much as what the characters do say to one another. The undercurrent of emotion is deep and profound. Sam gets to shine as the commander of Atlantis as she makes critical decisions and wrestles with moral dilemmas even as she tries to face down personal demons. Jack is solid, reminding her with his presence that no matter what, he's got her back and his faith in her abilities is unwavering. Annerb portrays the evolution of their relationship from friends to lovers as a work in progress they're quietly committed to even in the face of their often dangerous jobs and the separation they must endure. This is a wonderful story that shows amazing depth and allows the characters to shine.
She’s staring at him, having looked up the moment he stepped out, but still hasn’t said anything, her arms contracting around her knees.
“I know I promised not to barge over here every time things got rough,” Jack says, not sure if her silence is born of annoyance.
She doesn’t respond, her eyes following him intently as he slowly closes the space between them.
“Sam?” More than a little concerned by her continued silence, he reaches out and tentatively touches her knee.
She starts at the contact, her lips parting on an unsteady breath and then she’s up and in his arms, and God, it’s so damn good just to feel her again. There was a time six months didn’t seem like the end of the world. He slides his hands across her back, feels the unmistakable bulk of bandages under her sweatshirt, the thinness of her bones.
“How long can you stay?”
Her husky question tells him everything he needs to know.
“A few days at least,” he promises, suddenly deciding that there’s nothing pressing enough to need his attention back on Earth. There’s no immediate threat there, they can handle run of the mill political bullshit very well without him.
He leans back slightly, hand tangled in her hair, his eyes taking in the damage to her face.
“I’m okay,” she says, her posture straightening slightly. He can feel the tension sliding under her skin, see the dark shadow in her eyes that tells him she is far from fine. He remembers a time when he was so good at deliberately not seeing past her lies. Not anymore.
“No, you aren’t,” he counters, pulling her back against his chest and pressing his lips to her forehead. “But you will be.”
Her hands clench in the fabric of his shirt, her face turning into his neck, and finally, finally, she quietly falls apart, tears escaping, emotions he knows she’s been holding back with ironclad restraint for weeks on end.
He was right to come.
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