~ Sam
His hand is warm against my bare shoulder. I need to touch him. Even through his sleeve I can feel it -- he's so *warm* ... and I'm so *glad* ... I was so afraid of being here, in this time, alone...
He motions for me to be quiet.
But God... He's alive... I want to say his name. Not sir, or colonel. In my mind it is always...
*Jack*
But... "I though you were dead," I say instead.
He stares back at me as I clutch his upper-arm. And I realise he understands. He thought I was dead too.
~ Jack
When I saw her lying there, the relief was incredible.
I shook her awake. And deep down, a secret selfish part of me was positively giddy at what I saw in her eyes - in her memory. That same heartfelt relief.
Of course, I had to go and ruin the moment.
"Think you can walk?" I asked her.
But her reply was lost to me, because... *Oh God* she's naked...
No! Don't look!
I looked. I think I almost drooled on her.
Oh *damnit* she saw me staring. Quick, say something!
"Trade clothes with that guy..."
Smooth Jack. Real smooth.
The End