Title: Couldn’t Take Anymore
Author: Secret Art
E-mail: [email protected]
Date: 12th August 2004
Category: AU, romance, angst, multiple character death, murder
Pairings: Sam/Jack, Sam/Pete
Spoilers: Chimera
Summary: Pete finds out that he is the jealous type
Archive: where ever you want, I’m not fussy
Feedback: can only make me better
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
Author’s note: Never let your mother play Tom Jones all the way home in the car, it gives you some nasty ideas for fics.
/ indicates memories /
He drives past her house, slamming on the brakes when he spots the now familiar truck opposite.
He pulls up outside her bedroom window, turning off all the lights so that he will not be spotted.
He watches through half closed curtains as she is joined by him, her boss, he watches in silence as they kiss, his hand travelling underneath her top, her lover.
He can feel himself shaking, her false promises reverberating around his head.
/”That guy, Colonel O’Neill, he seems quite taken with you.”
She laughed, “he’s my boss, nothing more.”
“Really?”
“Yes, now shut up and kiss me.”/
He suddenly realises that she has done that a lot, every time he’s pried she has laughed and kissed him, removing his train of thought.
Clenching his fist he can’t force himself to stop watching as her top is removed, followed by his.
He considers going in there right now, catching them in the act, wondering what her excuse will be.
Finding himself unable to move he continues watching, as she pulls herself away from him, a broad grin on her face, before moving to the window, looking out to see if they are being watched.
Knowing that with his lights off he is invisible, an unseen presence, he reaches into the back, pulling out his gun, resting it on his lap.
She is joined at the window by him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck, causing her to arch back into him.
/”Do you love me?”
“Would I be here if I didn’t?”
“So you do love me?”
She smiled. “Yes, of course I do. Now can we please eat this before it gets cold.”/
She moves her hands to close the curtains, and he watches as her trousers are pulled down as the curtains finally close.
He continues to watch the curtains, unmoving and unrelenting, his mind focussing on all her lies.
He had known that something about her was off from the first time they met, but he had shrugged it off, willing to accept it if it meant he could have the rest of her.
He had always wondered if her jokes about her other boyfriends dying were true, as he could never understand why someone as beautiful as her wasn‘t married.
Now the truth taunts him, she’s using him as a front, to appear unsuspecting, while following her heart behind closed doors.
The sun has just started to rise when he sees movement again.
The front door opens, and she waves goodbye to him, and he watches, his hand gripping the gun tightly, unmoving, waiting for his chance.
The truck drives off down the street, and he waits for it to disappear off round the corner before finally moving, leaving the car and walking up the driveway.
Stood in front of the door he can hear humming, a sign he’s always associated for her with happiness, a sign that makes him angrier as he can’t remember a time she has ever hummed after he’s stayed the night.
He knocks on the door, the gun resting in his pants, unsure of why he has it, unable to leave it behind.
She answers the door, smiling, wearing only her dressing gown.
“Pete, what are you doing here?”
“I saw you with Him!” He spits out the last word, and she creases her forehead slightly.
“It’s nothing, just a bit of fun.”
“Your relationship with him or me?”
“Now you're just being silly.” She laughs, kissing him briefly on the lips before moving back into her house.
He storms after her, kicking the door shut, finding her in the kitchen and slamming her against the counter.
“If you want me against the counter all you have to do is ask,” she jokes, laughing and stroking his arm.
Something on the counter grabs his attention, a knife, and before he’s had a chance to think it’s in his hand, and looking into her eyes that are still sparkling with laughter, he stabs her, her mouth forming a silent “oh” before she collapses to the floor.
He kneels down next to her body, closing her eyes, gently stroking her face.
He freezes when he hears the front door opening, footsteps approaching.
“Hey Sam, it’s just me, I left my wallet in the kitc…”
Hidden behind the table he watches as her body causes him to gasp, and he falls to his knees, calling out her name in vain.
He moves from behind the table, his gun pointed straight at his target, who is cradling her body, silent tears streaking down his face.
He fires, the bullet hitting his target straight in the chest, his body falling messily over hers.
Putting the gun down on the counter he moves him off of her body, already able to hear sirens in the distance.
He picks up her body, moving her so that she is sat up, pulling the knife out and laying it next to the gun.
He grabs her still warm hands in his, looking at her affectionately. “ I’m sorry Sam, please forgive me, but how did you expect me to react, I’ve seen his truck here before, many nights, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
Kissing her briefly on the lips he moves the other body so that she is leaned against it, both of them sat upright, their eyes closed.
Walking towards the door he stops, hearing the police cars pulling up outside, waiting for when they break down the door.
Delilah by Tom Jones
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
I could see, that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah, I just couldn't take anymore
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take anymore
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take anymore