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TITLE: Girls Are Murder, Every Curve
SUMMARY: Jack's in way too deep, but he can't pull back, either.
RATINGS: PG-13
NOTES: For [livejournal.com profile] unanon, who suggested some lyrics:

girls are murder, every curve
but the fire in your heart still burns
just let it die
don't take your eyes off everything that's good
'cause this won't last but the heartache will...


~ Emm Gryner ~
"Girls are Murder"

Girls Are Murder, Every Curve


He still remembers the salute she pulled off, the challenge she laid down, her eagerness to be accepted, acknowledged.

Female or not, Sam Carter had been par for the course as far as any Air Force flyboy went: proud, ambitious, cocksure, and determined to be distinguished for her actions.

"...or are we gonna have to arm wrestle?"

--

He had a feeling he might be in trouble during those few life-assuring moments when he shivered with convulsive cold after Hathor's little friend tried to make his body its own.

Even beneath the musky scent of the white 'uniform' they'd stripped from the assistant, and through the clogging goo of the stasis preparation, Jack could smell the sweat and skin that said 'Sam Carter' to him.

But the warning bells that should go off are swiftly silenced as freeing Daniel and the marines becomes a priority.

--

There's a ringing in his ears as he stares at the crackling blue of field between them, raging against futile fate. The warnings he ignored time and again are like klaxons in his mind.

"Sir, just go!"

"No!"

His vehemence shocks him, the passion in his voice like a torch shining on something he kept hidden from himself and her.

They grew together, from spark to smoulder, from smoulder to a kindling flame, from kindling flame to this sudden brightness.

And they will die in fire. Together.

--

His abdomen aches from the wound, but her voice rises and falls in reassuring cadences as Fraiser checks her over. Their voices hover on the edge of his hearing, patching in and out of his slowly drifting senses.

"Blood...tests?"

"Mostly...to know about...naqadah...the protein..." Her voice is calm now, nothing like the adrenalized breathlessness she greeted him with as Jack shot the 'doctor' about to kill her.

So close, and nearly dead.

She'd been missing over forty-eight hours before they started looking for her. Another forty-eight seconds and she'd have been dead.

As he breathes shallowly and drifts into sleep, care of the sedative the doc put in his IV drip, Jack knows he's in way too deep.

But he can't pull back, either.

--

She clung to him, exhausted, and he let her lean into the shadow of his side - all the comfort she takes from him.

Teal'c and Daniel are managing the clean-up for the moment, willing to trust that Jack wouldn't be sitting here if Carter didn't need it, willing to wait to look her over with their own eyes.

The burning brilliance of the sun beats against his skin; but it's not as hot as the burning exhaustion of Carter's forehead pressing into his cheek as though she's physically drawing strength from the contact.

Jack lets his hand rest lightly around her shoulders, because he wants to clutch her hard against him, because he wants to shove her away from him.

He's not going to lose sight of who she is to him in his own unseen hurt. She made her choice in Shanahan; he has to live with it.

--

It hurts if he thinks about it, so he doesn't think about it too often. Jack's gotten good at avoidance over the years.

He's not the moping sort, and they work with each other nearly every day. If Carter was expecting him to make a declaration out of a romance novel, then she didn't know him very well.

It was the right thing to do - to keep quiet and let her make her own decision. While he's not too sure he likes Shanahan, the other man is 'normal' - for whatever that's worth. Normality has it's compensations after a job like theirs.

Jack should know.

If he doesn't think about it then the heartache - if that squeeze of his belly and lungs and throat is heartache - doesn't bother him.

When he does let it out, it's murder.

fin

Date: 2007-08-07 03:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] wiliqueen.livejournal.com
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. *wistful sigh*

Date: 2007-08-07 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] abbs34.livejournal.com
wow i just read your other story aswell. both are amazing you rock dude
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Date: 2007-08-07 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seldearslj.livejournal.com
Not so much anymore, I'm afraid. Just a little, for memory's sake.

Thank [livejournal.com profile] unanon for the title.

Date: 2007-08-16 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angst-angel.livejournal.com
Oh, ouch. This was very nicely done, hon -- I love this description: They grew together, from spark to smoulder, from smoulder to a kindling flame, from kindling flame to this sudden brightness. And they will die in fire. Together.. *sigh*

Date: 2007-08-28 11:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meg-pat2000.livejournal.com
woooooooaaaaaah

so good.

Date: 2008-01-28 09:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2-fish.livejournal.com
Wow strong one!! :) Love it!

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