Category: Romance
Spoilers: Divide and Conquer and Threads
Character: Sam Carter, Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Author Note: Just something I thought of when listening to the CD Hopes and Fears by a band named Keane. It grew from there until I just had to write it down on paper so that I could get some peace! It's not the best thing I've written but thought I'd post it anyway so that I could get some feedback on it, hint, hint. Hope you enjoy it, if you get the chance to listen to the song in this story or the album I recommend you do.
Somewhere Only We Know
Daniel had given me a CD and told me to listen to it. He said it might help to clear my thoughts. I didn't understand what he meant, but I took it anyway. I looked at it, Keane – never heard of them. "Must be one of the bands that Daniel's overseas friends had suggested", I thought as I sat back down at my desk.
Considering I really had nothing better to do right now, no new doohickey's to play with (I've really been spending too much time around General O'Neill!), no older ones that needed my expertise, I put the CD into my laptop and sat back to listen.
The first song started with loud keyboard and drums and I opened my eyes again, wondering why Daniel had given this to me, it wasn't my usual taste. But once the lyrics started I closed my eyes and became lost in them.
"I walked across an empty landI knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple things, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple things, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know
Oh simple things, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, so why don't we go
Oh
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know"
"Wow", I thought. The lyrics really seemed to hit home. Neither of us was getting any younger and I knew that I wanted something, or should I say someone to rely on. And that someone was Jack. It had been him since our first mission together. We both knew it but – we just couldn't allow it to happen because of the Air Force. We left it in a darkened room to whither and die. But it didn't. It thrived on the dark and got deeper and stronger until we both knew we couldn't live without each other. But we still did nothing, our hands were tied.
Recently we had both tried to move on, but we couldn't get past our feelings for each other and the relationships ended. Yet we still did nothing.
Well that was going to end now. I was going to untie our hands. Damn the consequences. I wanted to know if Jack and I had a future and nothing was going to get in my way, particularly not the regulations. Hell, saving the world a few times and being the expert on the Stargate had to count for something, right?
Not bothering to listen to the rest of the CD, I downloaded the song and attached it to an email for Jack.
General,
Daniel asked me to listen to this. See what you think about it. Really listen to the last verse.
Sam
I signed it Sam instead of Carter and hoped he would get the hidden meaning. I mean, we don't have somewhere that only we know about, but we do have the place where we first admitted our feelings. We weren't the only ones there but that doesn't matter. He'd understand, I hope.
I waited in my lab until I could be reasonably sure that he would have received my email and read it. I knew he looked for any excuse to keep him from his paperwork and he was not likely to ignore one that came to him rather than him having to go and find one.
I walked out of my lab, locked it behind me and set off towards the isolation room where the zatarc testing took place. The room where all my feelings were contained, locked away, isolated from the rest of the world so no one would know our secret, well almost no one.
Standing in the middle of the room, I waited.
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