It was a balmy day on P3D579 and SG-1 was eager to get back to the Stargate. It had been a standard mineral collection mission and nothing exciting had happened. They had walked into the dense forest 4 days before and had since finished everything they were required to. Colonel O'Neill walked ahead of his 3 teammates, his gun ready even though they had found no signs of life here. When they reached the Stargate, Dr. Daniel Jackson started to dial home. Soon the seventh cheveron was locked and Major Sam Carter sent through their code. The team waited for the required 72 seconds, so that the signal could be detected on the other side and the iris opened, and then they walked through the shimmering ring. On the other side, Daniel, Teal'c, Sam and Jack emerged in that order. The iris closed quickly behind them and General Hammond's voice came over the intercom.
"Welcome home, SG-1. Report to the infirmary for standard check-up. Mission briefing will be at 1500 hours. Dismissed."
SG-1 started their slow trek to the infirmary. None of them enjoyed this aspect that came along with 'Gate travel. They dropped their guns off at the Armory and their packs were discarded.
As they entered the infirmary, the cheerful Doctor greeted them.
"Well, Welcome home!" Janet happily said as the team took their seats on the beds. "Good trip?"
"Oh, yes." answered Colonel O'Neill, sarcasm evident in his voice, "Daniel and Carter created a theory on how allergies could be contagious, Teal'c discovered lady bugs and I am still be stalked by those damn trees."
At the last part of his sentence Sam couldn't help but smile. His humor had worn on her after all these years. Janet smiled at the team and told them that they could leave..right after the 5 question after-mission SG-1 quiz, the one that was different every week.
"Did you drink anything that tasted weird or was a different color and was not native to Earth as well?"
"No," Daniel replied, knowing this was his question.
"Did you touch anything that looked like a quantum mirror?"
"I do not believe so, Doctor Fraiser." This was Teal'c, always the formal one.
"Did you meet any System Lords that could have implanted something in your bodies?"
"System Lords...System Lords, oh YES that happened," Mr. Sarcasm again, " we ran like Hell!"
"Very funny Colonel. Did you experience any missing time or, um, voices or shared hallucinations."
"No," Sam spoke, "thank God not this time!"
"And finally, did any of you get into one of those situations when you happen to touch something and you're transported or stuck in a cave?"
"No!" The team answered in unison.
"Good, then you are free to go to the briefing! See you all at Cassie's birthday party on Thursday!" With that the Doctor winked and turned back to her paperwork.
A chorus of 'bye doc's' and 'wouldn't miss it for the universe's' rang out as SG-1 left the room. The briefing wasn't for another 2 hours and they all went their various ways. Sam to her lab, Daniel to his, Jack to his office, and Teal'c to his room to catch up on lost meditation.
*~*
What a boring mission! Even for me! I can usually find some mineral to study or something weird about the planet's natural growth or atmosphere - but not that time! When the Colonel said earlier that Teal'c discovered lady bugs, he was telling the truth. The thing about me and Daniel coming up with a contagious allergy theory - well, we didn't. All that happened was Daniel found out he was allergic to a certain flower close to where we were staying, I happened to be sneezing also because of the dust the rock core samples were bringing up with them. The trees also do seem to follow Jack around...wait, not Jack...Colonel, Sir, O'Neill. I try to stay away from using his first name, even if its only in my thoughts. When he was missing for approximately 100 days I think I revealed a little too much of my true feelings for him. I'm pretty sure Janet knows how I feel now. But, I seriously did really miss him. A lot. When I saw him hug that girl back on Eroda and when Daniel told me that he thought Jack hadn't planned on going back home, it broke my heart. I had to turn around so that Danny and Teal'c (along with all the other people there) wouldn't see my face. The sadness was overwhelming, it still is. I fell pretty bad about even thinking about Jack - No, Colonel O'Neill - that way. I'm his second in command, it would be against regs. What possessed me to think that he might possibly feel the same way, or that the thought had even crossed his mind? Why would he love or even like me? We have nothing in common, well nothing huge anyway, I'm a scientist - and he doesn't like scientists. He at least prove to me that this was still true when he told me not to 'spoil it' when I was explaining something when the "fire showers" started. Now on missions I only talk to him when he addresses me and I don't give anything 'scientific' unless someone asks for exactly that. I think Daniel and Teal'c noticed the change - but if they did they sure haven't said anything. I suppose I'm not Jack's, god I have to quit that: Colonel O'Neill, Colonel O'Neill, Colonel O'Neill. Okay, I suppose I'm not Colonel O'Neill's type anyway. He probably wants someone who is beautiful and fun to be around. Someone who likes hockey and would never question him. When I look in the mirror these days I see a person that I don't like - and if I don't like who I've become, then why should anyone else? In fact, right now I'm not totally sure I even want to be alive anymore. I've briefly thought about suicide, but dismissed it almost immediately. Work, that used to be fun and I was always happy to do it, has become boring and desolate, offering little rewards or even a good feeling from getting something done. The particle accelerator took me a long time to make. I spent days and nights, 24/7, figuring it out. Janet would bring me coffee from time to time. I didn't eat a lot at all and I've lost a lot of weight, 10-15 pounds, maybe more, and I haven't gotten more than 20 minutes of sleep at a time in the last 4 months now. I guess building the accelerator was worth it though. He is back. I wish I was in another reality. Why is it that in every damn reality except this one me and Colonel O'Neill are married or engaged - but regardless of that, we're happy. I've forgotten the meaning of that word. I'm the one dealing with inadequacy issues. 'Samantha' at least had Jack! Okay stupid unconscious driving, I give up you win! She had Jack, if even for a short period of time, but she was lucky, she knew what it was like to be loved by him. I've never really been in love. Jonas was horrible. I don't know what possessed me to like him in the first place! I guess in this reality I'm destined to be alone. Father Orison? Do you know where I can apply to be a nun? Former occupation? Well, that's classified Father. Yeah, right. I've never even been told by some one that they love me. I've never heard those 3 little words that mean so much uttered in my direction. Not even my father is a man for those words. He would always hug me when he came back from God knows where, hugs were his way of saying that. Still, that doesn't exactly make up for something like this, especially since this is my father, not a boyfriend or lover or something like that. Why can't I be loved, really loved? Did I do something wrong? I fell as though my life has just exploded, and I'm left to pick up the pieces - one by one. Mostly, I just wonder why it hurts so much. It's not like Jack refused me in words, or looks at me with a disgusted expression all the time. But, then, why do I feel like I've lost something so important?
*~*
It's 1458 hours and my team and I are assembled in the briefing room waiting for the General. Sam and Daniel are sitting opposite myself and Teal'c. Teal'c is closest to the General's seat, as is Daniel. Sam is reviewing some of her notes from the mission. I look at her, discretely of course, but I look at her right now. She looks drawn-out and overworked. She also looks in need of a good meal and not to mention some sleep. It's breaking my heart seeing her like this. I've noticed a change in her since I got back from Edora. She doesn't talk as much, especially not to me. I've noticed that she doesn't talk to me unless I talk to her first. And she certainly hasn't said anything scientific on any of our past 3 missions (since I got back). The only time she's explained something was when Daniel directly asked her why the sky was dark green on P7H549er. I miss that aspect of her personality a lot. Sure, I ribbed her a lot about it, but I can't help thinking that I caused this. That I was too hard on her and she decided to not care anymore. My mind keeps on drifting back to what I said to her on Edora, right before the fire rain thing. I just glimpsed the hurt look in her eyes before she bottled it up and turned away. It was too late for me to take it back. You built the particle accelerator to get me home Sam. God, did I remember to thank you? These days when I look into her eyes I see an underlying sadness. One that seems to only live in her eyes. Her eyes have always told me everything - if she was happy or sad, confused or having a breakthrough. There was always a shimmer in her eyes. A sparkle. When she smiled, really smiled it would brighten, but now... I can't find that ever present sparkle anywhere, it's like it never existed, like I imagined it. It's like its dead. Oh Sam, did I kill something inside of you? Let me take whatever it is back and fix it. Sam, I don't want to live knowing that I hurt you so badly, maybe not physically, but emotionally. I wish you would talk to me Sam. Why won't you? Are you scared of me? Scared that I'll hurt you again? I can fix it Sam, but first I have to know what it is. The General enters the room then and the briefing begins. The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting beside you and knowing you can't have them. I don't hear a word of what anyone but she says. I don't think I even cared.
*~*
SG-1 walked down the hall towards the exit. Teal'c was going over to Daniel's to watch the Alien series where someone could explain them to him. Jack and Sam were each going to their own home. The intercom came on just as the elevator dinged, announcing that it had arrived. The intercom clicked and all 4 members looked up towards the speaker out of habit.
"All SG personnel." It was Lieutenant Simmons. " The base is being closed off from the inside. A dangerous blizzard has hit the Colorado Springs Area. The roads are extremely icy and travel could be deadly. The county police have blocked off the roads and Cheyenne Mountain Base will be running off of internal power and heat. There are currently no teams off-world but those that are at the base will be required to stay and tough out the storm here."
All of SG-1 sighed. This is unbelievable! Sam thought, Could this day get any worse? Just as she thought this, General Hammond came on to the intercom requesting their presence in his office. Poetic Justice? I think not!
At the General's office, he calmly explained to the team that they would have to go 2 to a room tonight. He explained that SG-2 had been injured on their last mission, and because of the infirmary's already full state, they had to be put some of the base's personal rooms. Daniel and Teal'c quickly agreed, saying that they could find the Alien series on base and watch it in their room. The General nodded and turned to continue his filing. The 2 team members went off in search of their video, leaving the other 2 sitting in the office.
"I guess you're with me then Major." Colonel O'Neill half stated this, half asked.
"It appears that way Sir. I'll be in my lab." Sam left the room before Jack had a chance to get another word out. He sighed and stood up. His eyes met with the General's.
"She's a good person and a damned good officer son." Jack merely nodded, shifting his eyes to the floor.
"I understand what you are getting to Sir, and I'm trying to find out exactly that myself." The General nodded and O'Neill left the office. First he went down to the storage shed and then the cafeteria to gather some supplies for the night. He knew it was going to be a challenge getting Sam out of her lab, but he survived an Iraqi war camp, he had been in much more challenging situations than that too...he could handle this. Or could he?
*~*
In the lab I was studying the genetic make-up of one of the plants that SG-6 found on Pepalcer.
"Interesting..." I noted into my tape recorder, "the genotypes and phenotypes present seem to have no connection at all. None of the traits even show up in the appearance..." I am interrupted by a single sharp knock at the door. I turn the recorder off and go to see who dares disturb the scientist at this hour. I open the door and I know I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. Colonel Jack O'Neill stands there, a small bouquet of yellow roses in his hand.
"What do you need Sir?" I ask. Although its only been about 2 seconds since I opened the door, I have already convinced myself that the flowers are not for me. I am, in fact, already questioning my train of thought when that particular one flowed through my head. That would be the day - Pigs are flying, money is growing on trees, Teal'c actually understands sarcasm! Oh for crying out loud! I think I'm going to get Janet to check my head out on Monday!
"I want you to come watch TV with me." The directness of his statement surprises me. Why in the world would HE want ME to watch TV with HIM? Is there a hockey game on? Does he need someone to cheer for the losing team? He must see the wheels turning in my head, because he explains.
"Um..well," Bad start. He takes a deep breath and starts again, "The Philadelphia Story is on, and Janet told me that you liked Katherine Hepburn, so..." He raised his head so that his eyes met mine. I lean back on the desk and consider my choices. If I stayed in the Lab I might never get to spend any good time with Jack again, and he was being pretty sincere. If I went we'd probably not talk that much, or it would be kind of awkward with the situation that we are currently in, or how we are acting towards each other. Besides that annoying fact that male and female officers are not allowed to stay in the same room.
*~*
I see Sam thinking about my proposal and I decide to help make her decision.
"Come on Sam, " I stress her name in an almost whining manner, "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." I see a smile break into her features. She looks up at me and I see that sparkle in her eye briefly appear. That's the first time she has smiled since, well, I don't remember.
"Okay." she says. I'm caught off guard by her sudden decision.
"Okay?" I question.
"Yeah, okay." she replies. I smile at her and hand her the roses that were almost forgotten in my hands. She looks surprised at first and then she smiles. She looks up at me and I can't help but smile back. For the first time in about 20 years I find myself with my hands in my pockets looking sheepishly at the floor. How do you do this to me Sam? How can one smile from you bring a regularly sarcastic U.S. Air Force Colonel to his knees? God, you are one wonderful woman. Do you know that? Do you?
I walk over to where she was working and switch off the microscope and the computer screen. Next, I walk over to her and put my hand lightly on her elbow. I turn and lead her out the door, my hand reaching over to switch off the light switch as I follow her out.
*~*
I tell him that I need to pick up some things from my over-night bag in my locker. He decides to accompany me. I pick up my bag with my extra clothes in it and my small bathroom bag. Out of it I reach in and take a comb, a tube of toothpaste, and next a toothbrush. I turn to Jack, no protest from my inner voice now - even though I do have some issues to clear up, and see that he's giving me a rather funny and confused look. Well, not really me, but one of the objects in my hand. I slowly follow his gaze with my own. My eyes fall eventually on the toothbrush. A bright pink toothbrush with a picture of a few small creatures from Pokemon on it. I feel a hot blush rise into my cheeks. I look up and meet his eyes. He is looking at me rather curiously with one eyebrow raised.
"I...um, well, you see.." I wince at my own choice of words. "Cas was staying here last weekend when Janet was off-world. The toothbrush is hers." I look up and give him my best oops-I'm-innocent look. Then I quickly turn and grab the light blue toothbrush from my bag and put the "misunderstanding" back in its place. Note to self: Give Cassie back her toothbrush and try to get her out of this Pokemon phase. God, it better just be a phase.
We walk to the room on the base that we're sharing. He gets out a set of keys and gives me one. I nod him a thank you. When he opens the door I gasp in surprise. I can hear him chuckle from beside me and in his old sarcastic way ask, "Not what you were expecting Major?"
The room looks magically transformed. A regular SGC room now looked like something out of a fairytale. There was no other way to describe it. It was gorgeous, beautiful, wondrous and so much more. There were dimmer lights in the room which gave it a romantic atmosphere. There were more yellow roses on the table, this time red ones mixed in. I recognize the red ones from the Valentine's Special that was being held in the cafeteria. The room smelled wonderfully of vanilla and there were two candles burning on either side of the television set. There was a video cassette on top of the TV. The Philadelphia Story, of course. He ushers me into the room and closes the door softly.
"This is beautiful Ja...Sir, I don't know how you did it!" I exclaim.
"Trade secrets Sam," he states and then adds, "and Sam," he waits for me to acknowledge him,"call me Jack in downtime. Okay?" I nod.
"I'm going to get changed quick." I tell him and turn to go into the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror once I have securely latched the door. Somehow, I see myself in a different light. Maybe, just maybe, I haven't lost it yet. I change and return out the door. Jack must see the strange object in my hands because he looks at me with a questioning expression.
"My father gave it to me a long time ago." I explain. "I never liked the wind, to me it sounds like voices, and when it howls through doors or whatever I hated it. I don't like storms either, they always make me nervous, so this helps a little."
He smiles at my explanation and looks at the thing. "Marvin the Martian with an New York Yankees hat sewed on him." Then he chuckles and I'm not quite sure what he's thinking about but I feel an appropriate reply to his laughter coming to me.
"Yeah, " I say jokingly and he looks at me, head shifted slightly to one side, "Teal'c on drugs, h'uh?" He bursts out laughing and I soon join him. When he recovers he goes into the bathroom to change. I look at the bed in the room. Its big and it has piles of blankets on it. It looks very inviting...but I choose to take the top blanket off and sit on the floor in front of the TV. I lean my head back onto the end of the bed and listen. Even though you can't hear the storm this far underground I can feel it. Its cooler in here because of the internal heating system that the SGC is now running on and I can imagine the storm overhead. Suddenly, I'm glad that I am stuck at the SGC overnight. It is probably the most safe place right now. Jack walks out of the bathroom and I think differently. Nope, not safe at all for me. He walks over to the fridge clad only in a pair of navy boxers and a white short-sleeved shirt that fits him extremely well. I'm pretty sure I just went into cardiac arrest and came out again when my heart decided to jump into my throat! I turn my head quickly back to the TV when he starts to turn around. He walks over to the bed stand and sets something down, I'm not sure what because I'm too involved in trying to get the TV on the right channel and not stare at my CO's ass. And what a nice ass it is at that! He walks in front of me and puts the video in the VCR. He grabs the VCR remote and turns to look down at me, almost expectantly. I look up at him with a inquiring look on my face.
"Come on," he says, "you're not staying on the floor Sam."
"I..."
"Here, I'll help you up." he says before I can finish what I was going to say. Then, he bends down and gently pulls me up using his arms. Whatever I was going to say is long forgotten now. When I am once again standing, holding a blanket in one arm and Marvin the Martian in the other. Our eyes meet for a short time and then he steps back and looks at me. A smile comes to his face and he wraps an arm around my shoulders. He brings one side of my forehead closer to him and his lips tenderly touch it. He pulls up the quilts on one side of the bed for me and goes over to the other side himself. We slip into the bed at relatively the same time. I take in a small sharp breath when I realize what kind of sheets are on the bed. Satin. I look over at him and he seems as shocked as me, if not more. He looks over at me and opens his mouth. I put one finger to his lips.
"Don't even bother to explain, it'll only make it worse." This lightens the mood and he laughs at my Katherine Hepburn imitation. He reaches over to the bed stand and picks up the tray he had placed there earlier. On it are set 2 glasses of wine, that I have no clue where he would have gotten, and various pieces of chocolate. He looks at me to judge my reaction but I can only smile. This is the sweetest thing that a guy has ever done for me. Suddenly, the mood becomes very serious when concern shows up on his face.
"Sam, I know we haven't been the best together for a while now, and I know something is hurting you. I need you to know that whatever it is, you can talk to me about it and you can talk to me about it whenever you need to. You don't have to take me up on that offer, but I'd like you to." I nod my head at his reply. He hit the nail right on the head. I look up at him and do my best to smile. He must accept this because he turns the volume up on the TV and slips his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. He picks up one of the wine glasses and hands it to me before picking up his own.
"To Unlocking the Universe." he says.
"Planet by Planet." I add. Our glasses clink and we both take a sip, avoiding each other's eyes.
I let my head settle on his shoulder and I gradually relax. I want to talk to him, God knows I do. But, how do you tell your Commanding Officer that you're in love with him?
*~*
We watch the movie in peace and she sits with her head resting on my shoulder. I know that whatever it is that's bothering her won't be told right away. But when she's ready she will. I can't believe that she's actually here, with me. Me of all people! An old, grey-haired man. I don't know why or when I started to feel this way about Sam, but it happened and I fell hard and fast. Who couldn't fall in love with a wonderful, young, beautiful, smart, sexy woman like her? She's unique though, there's no one else in the Universe exactly like her. But the question is, why would this wonderful person or how could this wonderful person love a cold-hearted guy like me? I'm not sure what to do next. Sam, do you want to know something? When I was on Edora, I thought about you every second of the day and night. Do you know that when I was working in the fields or when I was out on the river that I was thinking of you? That you were there with me, explaining the wormhole theory again (or trying to - so I would understand) or just being you, smiling beside me? Of course you don't. I want you to know, though. Every time I kissed her or touched her, it was you that I imagined there. I had sadly given up on getting home and I am ashamed of that. You didn't give up. How could I have even tried to entertain the idea of getting on with life there after that? Everytime I talked to her I assured myself that it was really you, talking to me, kissing me. That one night, the one night when the alcohol clouded my vision and I made a stupid, horrible mistake, it was still you. I imagined it was you Sam. I made love to you - if not physically then mentally. I may have only imagined you there with me, Sam, but it was your name that I called. Asking her to come back with me - I only said that out of courtesy and I said it before I realized that I had MY Sam back - I didn't need to pretend anymore. I have to let you know I love you Sam. Time is precious and we need to take as much of it as we can, as much as the fates will allow.
*~*
The movie ends and we both let the credits roll. Neither wanting to move or desiring a more comfortable position, not that there was one. I sigh on his shoulder and turn so I can look up at him. He looks back. I feel something building up in me and I know that finally it's now or never. An old saying comes to mind: Fight the future, not thy love. Try not, do, or do not, there is no try. I take a deep breath, sit up so I'm looking him directly in the eyes and start to speak.
"Jack," I try. He nods for me to keep going. I quickly search his eyes, satisfied with finding only kindness and encouragement there, I continue. "I'm ready to talk now. And this might be the wine but if I don't say this now I don't think I'll ever be able to. I know it might change us but if you don't feel the same I want you to forget it and never mention it." I stop to take a breath, as that last sentence had come out extremely fast. He nods his head once again, this time in agreement. I continue, " Jack, I love you." I never knew before that it was so hard to say those words, but once you have it feels so right to let it out. I keep my head down, afraid to look into his eyes and see the disgust or reject that I know will hurt me more than anything. I feel his hands cup my cheeks and I know he's going to tell me that he doesn't feel the same, that he still loves Sara or the other girl, as I so kindly refer to her now. I let my emotional walls go back up, preparing for the words, the only words in the world, that I don't want to hear, especially from him. Even as I feel him tip my head up to face him I feel the humongous tears building up in my
eyes. Why does it hurt so much? Why did I say that? Good Lord it hurts! Why me? I'll probably get transferred now, or court marshaled! I'm so incredibly stupid!!!
Our eyes meet and what I was expecting isn't there. His eyes are filled with something that I have never seen there before. It's not anger or disgust. It's more than kindness or friendship. His eyes are filled with tears now. Something that surprises me more than anything.
"Sam," he breaks the silence between us. "I feel the same way."
My head snaps up so fast I almost get whiplash. What? Did he just say what I think he just said? It's not possible. Jack O'Neill can't feel the same way about me as I feel about him. Can he?
"Sam, I love you." Those words hit me like a brick. Suddenly I feel a sort of happiness rising within me. He loves me. He really loves me. That look in his eyes, its love. But How? Why? Our eyes meet and he starts to explain.
"I've liked you since I met you Sam. You're beautiful, smart, so smart, you have a wonderful personality and I fell in love with you Sam. I know that that feeling won't ever go away. When I was gone, I imagined it was you Sam, always you. You're the one I dream about having a family with, you're the one I want to grow old with, you're the one I want to love."
I look at him and I smile. I can't believe this, but, somehow I do. His arm pulls me closer to him and he puts one hand on my cheek. My arm slipped around his neck when he pulled me closer, my hand settling in the small tuft of hair on the back of his neck. He leans in closer to me and I don't pull back or try to stop him. Our lips touch tenderly and then it becomes a kiss. My hands gently move up and down the back of his neck. Our lips move together perfectly. He tastes of chocolate and wine, the most wonderful taste in the world. I slowly open my lips, letting his tongue slip in. When we pull apart, almost 3 minutes later, (we needed air), we just smile at each other.
"I love you, Sam." He states.
"And I love you, Jack O'Neill."
He reaches over and turns off the TV using the remote. Then he pulls me into his arms and we settle into a comfortable position - he on his back with his arm around my waist, me with my hand resting on his shoulder (the one farthest from me) and my head resting on the closer one. I can't help but smile. Maybe, this wasn't such a bad day after all. No it wasn't at all.
*~*
I watch Sam sleep in my arms. God, she is so beautiful. She's an angel, she's a woman, she's my friend, she'll soon my lover, she's mine as I am hers. I love her. I love her so much. I place a gentle kiss on her forehead and look at the peacefully sleeping beauty again before falling asleep myself. "Sweet Dreams, Sam."
The End
Story Notes: Spoilers: A Hundred Days
Response to 1999 Hepburn Challenge: must include: "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun" " Don't even bother to try to explain, it'll only make it worse" must include one of the following: *chocolate *satin sheets *yellow roses *teddy bear *tooth brush Answer the question : Is Jack a boxers or briefs man? Response to the 1999 Worst Way Challenge : must include: "The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting beside you and knowing you can't have them."
Season: 3
Status: Finished
Archive: Heliopolis, Sam and Jack Relationship Archive, others ASK.
Authors Notes: Here's my first kind of angst-y story. I hope you enjoy it. I love feedback! Please don't send any flames! Happy reading!
Response to 1999 Hepburn Challenge: must include: "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun" " Don't even bother to try to explain, it'll only make it worse" must include one of the following: *chocolate *satin sheets *yellow roses *teddy bear *tooth brush Answer the question : Is Jack a boxers or briefs man? Response to the 1999 Worst Way Challenge : must include: "The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting beside you and knowing you can't have them."
Season: 3
Status: Finished
Archive: Heliopolis, Sam and Jack Relationship Archive, others ASK.
Authors Notes: Here's my first kind of angst-y story. I hope you enjoy it. I love feedback! Please don't send any flames! Happy reading!
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc, are the property of their respective owners. Any original characters and plots are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. ... [ read more ]