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'morning - Have an Apocalypse!
I seem to be trolling Comment fic a bit lately. Today's theme is the apocalypse, and if you you know me at all, you know that was gonna be hard for me to resist!
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ami_ven asked for Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, they were off-world when it happened.
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It had taken them 5 weeks to find a way to reach the Alpha site and, now that they'd made it, Sam wished they hadn't.
It was too late for that, of course, too late to un-see the hastily strewn crates of counteragent, the biohazard symbol glaring up at her from every flat surface, warnings in every language Daniel knew - knows - plastered to every side of every crate, loose pamphlets fluttering in the wind.
It was too late to unsee the ruins of the gate, too late to unknow those last frantic hours on the other side, the mad scramble for evacuation turning to despair and containment and destruction.
She knew she'd never be able to unhear the General's wail, his broken sobs, or to unfeel the hot flow of his tears as they soaked through to her skin, or the desperate press of his face into her belly and the spastic clutch of his hands on her thighs...
Sam cradled Jack's head in her hands, her fingers carding firmly through his hair. She turned her face away from the rubble of the gate, down the trail toward the alpha site and into the wind.
Eventually, it would dry her tears.
ami_ven asked for Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, they were off-world when it happened.It had taken them 5 weeks to find a way to reach the Alpha site and, now that they'd made it, Sam wished they hadn't.
It was too late for that, of course, too late to un-see the hastily strewn crates of counteragent, the biohazard symbol glaring up at her from every flat surface, warnings in every language Daniel knew - knows - plastered to every side of every crate, loose pamphlets fluttering in the wind.
It was too late to unsee the ruins of the gate, too late to unknow those last frantic hours on the other side, the mad scramble for evacuation turning to despair and containment and destruction.
She knew she'd never be able to unhear the General's wail, his broken sobs, or to unfeel the hot flow of his tears as they soaked through to her skin, or the desperate press of his face into her belly and the spastic clutch of his hands on her thighs...
Sam cradled Jack's head in her hands, her fingers carding firmly through his hair. She turned her face away from the rubble of the gate, down the trail toward the alpha site and into the wind.
Eventually, it would dry her tears.