In my own kind of truth, I never thought I'd see her again. No. I *knew* far from indefinitely that I would *never ever* see her again.
Not because I didn't believe in her, not because I wasn't sure that she'd try her hardest, push *everything* to get me back, unfrozen, unscrambled, no.
I just knew.
I felt it.
The End coming, the curtains closing, the whistles playing, I heard it all. I said goodbye as well as I could and I tried to look in her eyes one last time, before leaving them all.
I loved her,
And I left her.
But now I'm back. And she's naked and cold, and lying in my arms again,
But she's not mine anymore.
And I want everything. The Pain, the hurt from losing her to the damn freckle she never lets me see.
I want it all, more than before. More than ever...
"Jack? You're..."
"Shhh...I'm here, Carter."
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