-I don't know why I wrote this…. It was just burning in my head… I hated doing it, but I couldn't stop once I started the first line… I appologize for how dark it came out…. I was listening to a very good soundtrack all night and it just came….
As always, this is for my Gateworld Shippers….!!!
Oh and I own nothing at all!! Huggles…
Sarah
It happened in slow motion.
It happened too fast.
It happened in a way that he couldn't do anything about it.
He stood helpless as he watched the bullet rip through her.
He stood helpless as she fell to the ground.
He couldn't change one thing that had happened, and for that he fell to his knees silently next to her.
She moaned, the pain of the bullet that had just ripped through her still throbbing. She hadn't had time to move, to escape what was about to hit her.
"Sam," For one of the very few times in his life, his eyes filled with tears, as he found himself speechless. No words but her name would come to his mouth. Not that he could have even voiced any if they came to his mind. The shock of seeing her lying there took that away from him.
"Jack," She stuttered, the pain piercing through her. Even if she could have thought of any other words, they wouldn't have come through the pain. The bullet had ripped through a part of her that was causing her to almost convulse with pain, words were not an option at that moment for her.
She found her world turning black around her, the only thing she was able to focus on …. Was him, no background, no sound, just the image of his face.
He found his world crumbling, he franticly tried to call for help, but no one came, he found his world blurring into oblivion around him. All he could see was her.
She couldn't help the second bullet that came.
He couldn't move from her side.
She couldn't help that it struck him.
Neither could move as they lay, their last breaths gasping, staring into each others eyes at a realization that there were no second chances this time, there were no happy endings, yet there were no regulations.
He spend the last of his energy moving closer to her, pulling her in to him, and pressing what would be her final breath to his lips. Then he spent his last breath pulling her as closely as he could, as if the motion would somehow bring them both back to life.
She stood behind a tree, a bit in disbelief, a bit letting herself believe what had happened.
"Hey." The familiar voice came from behind her.
She let him put an arm around her, and even leaned her head onto his shoulders.
"I made it."
"To my funeral?" He sounded so much like his favorite television character.
"Well, you made it to mine," It was the most sarcastic response she could think of at that moment.
And it worked, he smiled down at her and kissed her forehead, "Let's go home."
And with that they turned and silently said goodbye to their friends, disappearing into the air… into the heaven that they had earned.