Title: You need water, but I need you.
Season/sequel: set after Abyss.
Disclaimer: Don't own
them, never will. Promise to put them back in
the state I found them.
I lean against
the end of his bed, concentrating on Jonas and Teal'c
to stop the tears from falling. I cant look at you, I can't look
you without thinking about what you been through, what you will go
What Ba'al did to you.
not dumb, far from it, I saw the holes that were in your shirt
when you returned to us. I saw the edges of the holes that
singed by acid, and I can only imagine what you went through.
I remember Daniel's withdrawal from the
Sarcophagus, I remember how
heartbreaking it was to see him fall apart. I remember the horrible
things that he said
to me, to all of us. I remember him trying to
kill you, in an attempt to get back. I know that you'll go through
of this, the withdrawals, the hatred towards those who would keep
you from the Sarcophagus.
And I know that there
will be very little I can do.
Relaying what Janet said to me to the other half of SG-1 is easy,
hearing you complain
that you're trying to sleep is hard. I turn
around, and look. I don't stare, that's too obvious, but so would
my eyes instead. Trying to appear natural, I ask how you are.
I know that you'll lie. What can you say? I'm in severe
and my brain is scattered?
It's tempting to tell you how much I……we missed you. How desperate
were to get you back. How desperate *I* was. But I can't. There are
other people in here, and they all know that
there is something
between us. Something that we can't admit, but there is no reason to
fuel the flames of the gossip
I ask if you need anything, you say water.
Nodding, I escort Jonas and Teal'c out of
the room. I don't think you
want to be alone, but you'd never ask one of us to stay. Jonas and
Teal'c may not offer,
simply because they are clueless to that
particular whim, and I *can't* for exactly the same reason that I
you how I wanted to scream when we heard where you was.
Frantic doesn't even begin to describe how I felt, turmoil
even come close.
I bring the water back, and place it on your bedside table. You thank
me, but your
voice is hoarse I tell you to get some sleep, and that
I'll be back later, and you nod, closing your eyes once more. Walking
away, something hits me almost like an epiphany.
You may need water, but I need you.
yeah, and I also wish to blow us all to hell.' Sam, There but for
the grace of God.