Adagietto by Jeanine (PG)

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Show: SG1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Samantha Carter
Characters: Samantha Carter
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Samantha Carter
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Warning: canon character death, spoilers for Season 5 episode Meridian
Author on LJ: helsinkibaby 
Author's Website: The Band Gazebo
Link: Adagietto

Why this must be read:

I know I've recced this already in the angst category, but I don't feel that I'm doing a Dan/Sam spat of reccing justice without bringing this up. This is hands down one of the saddest and most emotional fics I've read for this pairing and in Stargate fandom in general. After Daniel's "death", Sam is left with only memories, Daniel's glasses, and an empty apartment with a haunting melody playing in the background. What is especially poignant is that Daniel used to play Mahler's Adagietto for Sam; so the melody in the background just tugs at the readers heartstrings all the harder. Adagietto ties in so many aspects I adore in fics: tie-in with music, high on emotions, and lyrical word usage. Don't forget to have the song playing in the background as you read; it makes the fic all the more touching.

Story Summary: "Listening to him play was one of the things that you most loved to do, because you could lose yourself in the music and you didn't have to think about what was bothering you."

 

You left Janet's that night, but you didn't go home, not to your house at any rate. You went to his place and you hoped that he'd be there, that he'd be there alone, and you thanked God when he was. And he was shocked when he saw your red eyes and your blotchy face and he thought that something was seriously wrong. He took you in his arms and he held you, and he took you into his home and he gave you hot chocolate and he let you tell him all about the skater and her loss and the music and the story, and he didn't smile or make fun of you because you were affected like this by the story of someone that you'd never met, nor even heard of before that night.

You told him the name of the piece that she'd skated to, and he smiled, telling you that he knew it. He went over to the piano and began to play it, and you'd almost cried again at the sheer memory. The only way you'd been able to stop yourself was by concentrating on him. So you stared at his fingers, the way that they danced over the keys, the touch so gentle, almost a caress, and you remembered how those fingers felt when they danced over your skin. And you looked at his face, so caught up in concentration, in the music, in what he was doing, and you couldn't stop thinking of all the times that you'd seen him look like that before, at the SGC, off-world, or when he was looking at you. Listening to him play was one of the things that you most loved to do, because you could lose yourself in the music and you didn't have to think about what was bothering you.

You could lose yourself in him.