Title: Last Words
Author: Secret Art
E-mail: [email protected]
Date:26th March 2005
Category: angst, character death
Pairings: implied Sam/Jack
Spoilers: none
Summary: Sam is under pressure
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: It's yet another Sam has to disarm a bomb fic, I seem to be stuck in a rut writing these lol.
She can feel his eyes on her, watching her as she works, so close that if she leans back she'll be able to feel his breath against her neck. She resists the urge to do just that, needing to keep focused on the task at hand.
She can feel the impatience radiating off him, and doesn't need to turn around to know he has to force himself not to tap his fingers against the metal door of the room. She wants to tell him to get lost, to go find something useful to do other than watch her, but she needs him there, needs to know that she isn't alone.
"Carter?" He sounds a mix of annoyed and desperate and she bits her lip to stop herself telling him to have a go and see if he can do it any quicker. She knows he means for the best, just wants to get her, them, out of there before anything happens and is annoyed by not being able to do anything.
"I'm trying Sir." Is all she says, her own annoyance at her inability to work faster, to solve the problem preventing her from expressing anything more.
His radio crackled into life. "Jack? Sam? We're at the gate with the last of the refugees."
She glances back, noticing the look of relief on his face. "Ok Daniel, get through the gate, we'll be along as soon as Carter's done."
She can't prevent the sigh that escapes at his words, he is still full of hope but she knows that they're running out of time. That if she can't figure out the crystal combination soon then the hyperdrive will explode, taking them and a large portion of the planet with it.
She hears him move his hand, probably checking the timer on his watch. "Plenty of time left Carter."
She shakes her head, she doesn't need to look at her watch to know that they have less than a minute.
"I'm sorry Sir."
She turns to look at him, her eyes full of tears.
He shakes his head, refusing to believe that she's giving up. "Come on Carter, you can do it."
"Not this time."
He moves his hand, gently placing it on top of hers and she wants to move, kiss him, do something to make their last few seconds together count. But as she opens her mouth, forms the words the words she's always wanted to say, they are drowned by the explosion, their eyes locking as the flames consume them.
Fin