Title: Unlike the Perfect
Package
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Nine
Category: Ship, Character Study
Spoilers: Nothing in particular
Pairing/Character: Sam/Barrett
Summary: Sometimes the best things aren't all that
extraordinary after all.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: For
Misty who wanted some really bad.
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In some respect, he reminded
her of Daniel. He held the same kind of drive to do good, to make a difference
in the world. He sought the truth. He didn't treat her as some kind of object.
They were equals, complementary, and above all – friends. He genuinely liked
her for her mind, for herself.
In other ways, he reminded
her of Teal'c. He was strong and firm, but soft underneath, bound by duty and
honor. While lethal and deadly, he could hold the gentlest caress. And he
granted her that same kind of dignity as well.
Sometimes he was like
Cameron. Energetic, positive, and full of compliments. He knew what made her who
she was and wasn't afraid to depend on her.
He could be like Jonas. New,
fresh, and adventure-seeking. He caught the thrill in the chase and wasn't
afraid to expand on it. He wasn't afraid of her.
But he could be like Jack
O'Neill. Tough, sly, and willing to do what it takes to get the job done. While
he could compromise his morals for the good of the nation, he never lost
perspective. He never stopped protecting those he cared about, whether he knew
them personally or not. He protected her.
Yet, conversely, he could be
like Pete. Kind, gentle and loving, he could bring sunshine on a rainy day. He
could make her feel like she was the only person in the world, and better, he
could make her feel like she was the one person that could turn his frowns into
smiles, to make his pain melt away, and to erase the jaded perspective he'd
gained from his experience in the world.
And even though he could be
all these things, he wasn't special. He wasn't alien. He wasn't godly. He
wasn't genetically enhanced. He wasn't a genius. He didn't have a tragic past.
He wasn't a knight in shining armor.
No, he wasn't the perfect
package. Despite his difference, he was normal. He was average.
"Are you ready?"
he asked her.
Sam smiled, taking the
proffered hand he'd extended to her. The two of them walked into the restaurant
– nothing fancy, but nothing tacky – and sat down to start their meal.
As they waited for the
waiter to greet them, Sam leaned across the small table and kissed him sweetly
on the lips. When she withdrew, she caught him watching her, his eyes dancing
with a mix of amusement and excitement, while his face remained cool and
pristine.
"I think that was the
best appetizer I've ever had." He leaned forward, offering her a subdued
grin. His faded freckles were brought to life, reminding Sam of warm sandy
beaches. "What was that for?"
She took his hand. "For
being you."
He was just Malcolm Barrett.
And he made her feel human.
The End
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