Someday out of the Blue by tayryn

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Story Notes: Notes: This story is told in first person from Jack's point of view and takes place just before he leaves on his second trip through the gate to Abydos. The lyrics are from "Someday Out of the Blue" by Elton John. This is a companion piece to Arla's "A Love Through Time" as told by Sam.

Thanks to Arla for the inspiration... and the okay to go ahead with this... and also for giving this baby a quick beta for me!

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Some day out of the blue
In a crowded street or a deserted square
I'll turn and I'll see you
As if our love were new
Some day we can start again, some day soon
Here comes the night
Here come the memories
Lost in your arms
Down in the foreign fields
Not so long ago
Seems like eternity
Those sweet afternoons
Still capture me
I still believe
I still put faith in us
We had it all and watched it slip away
Where are we now
Not where we want to be
Those hot afternoons
Still follow me
Some day out of the blue
Maybe years from now
Or tomorrow night
I'll turn and I'll see you
As if we always knew
Some day we would live again, some day soon
I still believe
I still put faith in us
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They've started again.

The dreams.

Or are they memories?

I'm not really sure.

They've haunted me ever since I was a young boy, these. these dreams of mine. Images that come at night, and then tease me by fading away into nothing more than a wisp of 'something' in the daylight.

But they've started again.

And this time, the sunlight isn't chasing them away. This time they're sticking around. Dreams so vivid and real, that I wake up with the feelings invoked by the images... remembering everything.

The memories are the same, but yet they are different.

Sometimes I'm an old man, sometimes I'm young, and sometimes, I'm in the prime of my life, having accomplished much, and still wanting to do more.

I am there.

And so is She.

Her.

My love.

My only love.

The other half of my soul.

I close my eyes and I can see hers. While her face may change with each life, her eyes remain the same. Her eyes. at times the colour of the summer sky, bright and fresh and at other times, they are the colour of the darkest sapphire, smouldering with the passion that I know is always simmering just below the surface.

And just being with her. in her presence brings me peace and calms me as no one can.

I open my eyes and glance back up at the night sky. I am fascinated by the sky and the stars in it. I am always involved with the sky in some fashion. Always. And like me with the sky, she is a scientist. In some fashion, in every life, she is a scientist.

Our names change with each new life: Nial and Brianna, Catherine and Richard, Gregory and Helena. And with each new life and name, comes a new place: Atlantis, Camelot, Alexandria, Paris, London, Scotland, New Orleans, New York, and Sydney. And while our names and places change. our love never does.

Our lives together are sometimes long, rich, and full; complete lives, having met when we're young. Other times, we find each other much later in life and only have a few precious years together and sometimes, our lives and our love is tragically cut short, way before it's due.

We were, Nial and Brianna, our last breaths mingling together in a burning, desperate kiss as the tsunami washed over our world, allowing the ocean to consume us whole and wiping all traces of our world off the face of the earth. Richard and Catherine, on the deck of the Ship of Dreams - Titanic, clutching each other desperately, passionately saying good-bye. I can still feel the desolation in my heart and feel my soul being torn apart as I watch my love being lowered away in one of the few lifeboats, my eyes holding hers even as the lifeboat hit the water and began to move away. Staring out at the water and waiting for the ocean to claim its prize over the arrogant pride of man; hearing the screaming pleas and cries of those of us left behind as the mighty ship split in two and sank beneath dark, cold depths; knowing I was lost to my love once again and her to me.

We were Mary and David, finding each other, loving each other, and losing each other on a beautiful island, at a time of war, in a tiny seaside town called Pearl Harbor.

Egypt, Greece, Italy, The Americas, Europe, and even the islands of the South Seas. our love has spanned many continents and has conquered many times.

And while some of our memories are just those of the simple pleasures of everyday life, most of the memories I have of me and my love, are highly sensual and extremely erotic. I wake from those dreams still tasting her, still smelling that scent that is uniquely hers, still feeling her beside me, her body pressed tightly against mine as I hold her securely in my arms. I can still hear the sounds she makes when we're making love, the look in her eyes when I fill her and join our bodies; the way she moves with me, over and under my body in our timeless rhythm of love. And with those memories comes an amazingly, incredible sense of being complete.

We've made love beneath the sun in a meadow filled with flowers and floating through the sky in a hot-air balloon. A four poster bed with the scent of magnolia and night jasmine surrounding us and in a lighthouse at twilight with the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks below. A loft bedroom in a small cottage in the Scottish highlands with the scent of heather all around us; on the balcony of a penthouse in New York on New Year's Eve, the snow drifting down around us with Gato's Europa playing in the background as the shouts of the new year echo on the streets below and, in a luxurious stateroom on the Hindenburg as she glides through the sky on her way to America.

She has been many things throughout our lives: temptress, mother, wife, crusader, princess, teacher, doctor, scientist and always, always a lover.

At the beginning of time, our love was forged and we have lived many lives since and have loved through many lifetimes - each time and each life, destined to find each other.

I haven't found her yet in this lifetime. I don't know her name or what she looks like, or even where she is. All I know is that she's searching for me, just as I'm searching for her. for that part that will complete her. My heart and these dreams are telling me that we will soon find each other again and once more be complete; until the next lifetime and the next.

I can feel that my life is about to change, as she's close. I can feel it. I look back up to the stars surrounding my rooftop hideaway, my refuge from the world after losing my child and then my wife. While not 'Her'; not my love, the other half of my soul, my wife was a wonderful woman and I did love her. But not with the depth and eternal devotion that I love 'Her', which is why our marriage could not survive the loss of our child.

I can feel her. She's very close.

She's always known to find me where I can touch the sky; the sky that is as much a part of me as learning is of her. As she is of me. And I am near it, near the sky. But perhaps I am too far. perhaps this rooftop hideaway of mine will make it harder for her to find me. And Lord knows I want her to find me. Just as I want to find her. Maybe it's time to leave this roof and head back to civilization... to once again join the living.

She's closer now. So very close.

I can sense her.

I stand at the foot of the table, protesting to General Hammond about the unknown member he wants to put on my team. I give in, asking who this person is and then straighten up, my senses suddenly overloading as I suddenly sense her near and so I wait.

She walks in, an air of confidence around her, stopping before me, ready to address me as befitting my rank but suddenly stops; her eyes filling with tears, mirroring the shock of recognition that is more than apparent in my eyes.

"It's you," I whisper softly, stepping towards her, oblivious to everything around me but her.

"Yes." She replies, moving towards me as well.

And then she is in my arms, enfolded in my embrace; our love once again complete. For beneath the dreams, beneath the memories, beneath it all is a truth that overwhelms us. A calling of what was, what is and what shall be.

For this lifetime and for eternity.

~fin

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