A Song for Sam, a stargate: sg-1 fanfic

Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything and everything related to Stargate SG-1 does not belong to me; it belongs to MGM, sniff . Oh well. The Song is entitled 'When We Dance' and is performed by Sting. So yes it also does not belong to me. It is an absolutely beautiful song and if you get the chance I urge you to listen to it.

Author Note: Maybe it's a little out of character, but for once let's live in a happily-ever-after. Just for 5 min while you read this story… ?

A Song For Sam

Jack sat heavily on the couch, he felt like he'd just been winded. Sam was getting engaged. It shouldn't have shocked him that much; he knew Pete had asked. Sam just hadn't answered yet. How could this happen? He'd rather die than lose Sam, and now he was finally losing her. He couldn't, not with out telling her how he felt, how much she meant to him. He turned on the radio, fully prepared to just sit a mope when a certain song came on. If he couldn't find the words to tell Sam, this was the last thing that could. He picked up the phone and dialled Sam's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sam. Turn on your radio."

There was a moment of silence, probably because he'd just used her first name.

"Sam?"

"Sir… why? Are you ok? You sound… strange…"

Sam could feel the tiny beginnings of panic in her stomach. Jack never used her first name and why did he sound totally defeated? Like he didn't care about anything anymore? To be honest she'd kinda felt the same, she hadn't answered Pete yet; she had waited. But waited for what? For Jack to say no; for Jack to do something?

"Just turn on your radio Sam." Jack said again and then Sam heard the familiar beeping of the engaged tone.

She didn't know what to do; she felt weird all of a sudden. Then she remembered and ran to turn her radio on…

If he loved you

Like I love you

I would walk away in shame

I'd move town

I'd change my name

When he watches you

When he counts to buy your soul

On your hand his golden rings

Like he owns a bird that sings

When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings

The priest has said my soul's salvation

Is in the balance of the angels

And underneath the wheels of passion

I keep the faith in my fashion

When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings

I'm still in love with you

I'm gonna find a place to live

Give you all I've got to give

When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings

If I could break down these walls

And shout my name at heaven's gate

I'd take these hands

And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate

Cathedrals are broken

Heaven's no longer above

And hellfire's a promise away

I'd still be saying

I'm still in love

He won't love you

Like I love you

He won't care for you this way

He'll mistreat you if you stay

Come and live with me

We'll have children of our own

I would love you more than life

If you'll come and be my wife

When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings

I'm gonna love you more than life

If you will only be my wife

I'm gonna love you more than life

If you will only be my wife

I'm gonna love you night and day

I'm gonna try in every way

(I had a dream last night

I dreamt you were by my side

Walking with me baby

My heart was filled with pride

I had a dream last night)

The song finished, but Sam didn't realise. She was standing in the middle of her living room with tears streaming down her face. Suddenly she couldn't stand anymore and she collapsed to sobbing on the floor.

He loves me. He still loves me!

Part of her heart was rejoicing but the other half was panicking.

What am I going to do? What about Pete? It's too late isn't it? We can't be together anyway.

Sam grabbed her head to stop it from spinning. She loved Pete didn't she? But she DID love Jack, more than anyone… she'd only tried to move on because she couldn't stand the way things were. But here it was, she knew how he felt, the door was open. Was the fate giving her one last chance? That decided it. She grabbed her keys and flew out the front door.

Meanwhile, Jack was sitting on the couch. The song was perfect. He'd always imagined playing it to Sam, just not under these circumstances. Sam wasn't his, she was going to marry Pete and that was that, no last chances. That decided it. Tomorrow, if the unfortunate happened and he was still living, he would retire and head out to Minnesota. He had to get away from everything, from her. He reached for the beer bottle and began to drink his pain away…

Sam swore she'd broken every speed limit to get to Jack's house. She was shaking with adrenalin, but her face was determined. However now, staring at Jack's front door, she felt her adrenalin drain away. She began to panic. She couldn't do this! What if she was wrong? What if she made a fool of herself? Sam took a deep breath and slowly slid down the wall to sit on the front step. She wrapped her arms around herself to try a control her shaking and to keep herself warm. Suddenly her ears picked up a faint noise from inside the house.

She turned and listened more carefully. It couldn't be, could it? Sam swore it was someone sniffing. Her fear suddenly subsided and she found herself slowly and quietly opening the door. She shut it equally as quietly and felt as though she was drifting as she slowly walked towards the sound.

It led her to Jacks living room. She stopped at the doorway and looked around. Her eyes instantly fell on a photo of her and Jack, one that had been taken at a barbeque party. Her eyes then drifted back to the couch where Jack was sitting, hunched over like he was in pain. She crept over to him, feeling a great pull on her heart when she discovered he was crying.

Jack never cries. I don't think I've ever seen him cry.

"Jack?" Sam was kneeling in front of him. Jack's head jerked up and shot back a good 10cm when he found himself inches from Sam.

"Sam?" Jack's voice was barely a whisper. It was if he was dreaming; Sam couldn't be here, it was too late.

"Why are you here?"

Sam could feel her heart contract at the look on Jack's face. He really had given up, the thought nearly made her panic.

Jack never gives up. Please don't give up on me…

"I've come to live with you…" Sam started. Somehow the words of the song said everything she needed to stay.

Jack's breath froze; he had to be dreaming. Sam was going to marry Pete. She wasn't his. It was too late. But yet, here she was. Covering his hands with her own and saying what his heart wanted to believe but that his mind would not.

"Why?" That word took more effort to say than anything Jack had ever done in his life. Somehow his heart had started beating again and was now going at 3 times the normal speed.

Sam could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Because we'll have children of our own…" Sam's voice began to break as she stared earnestly into Jack's face, willing him to understand. "Because you love me more than life…" The word Literally flashed through both their minds. The amount of times Jack would have sacrificed himself for her was uncountable. " Because I've come to be your wife…" Sam starting sobbing at this point and Jack could feel himself crying as well. He put both his hands against her cheeks and lifted her head to look at him.

"Sam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I couldn't let you go without letting you know how I feel. I just want you to be happy."

"Don't you see Jack? I've been fooling myself all along. You're the only person I could ever be happy with." Sam had stopped crying now, but she still felt like she had lost. "I could only ever be happy with you Jack." She whispered.

Jack felt as though his heart would fly right out of the known galaxy at her words.

"Are you sure Sam?" he had to ask; he had to know for certain.

"Yes, Jack." She said it with such love and confirmation in her voice that Jack couldn't doubt her. He stood up and pulled her with him, into the most tenderness kiss Sam had ever known.

When they finally broke apart, Sam was breathless, more from the power of the kiss than from lack of oxygen. She smiled then, knowing her life was finally complete, everything was going to be ok. Faced with her gorgeous smile Jack lifted her up and spun her around causing her to laugh.

"I love you Sam."

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