Title:
He's Got Me
Author: Jemma
Story Status: Complete
Series/Sequel
Info: None
Season: After Six
Spoilers: Full Circle
Categories:
Angst, Romance, Friendship
Pairings:
Sam/Jonas
Rating: K
Content Warnings: None
Summary: Sam has
to deal with her feelings for Jonas after Daniel returns and retakes
his place on SG-1.
Archive Permissions: Please ask
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the characters relating to Stargate. They belong
to MGM and any of their associates. I'm just playing around with them
for a little while!
Authors Note: This one is inspired by Michelle
Branches song "You Get Me". I've been wanting to write a
Sam/Jonas fic for a while...so here we go!! Enjoy!!
Date:
08/01/2003
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Daniel had come
back.
Just as we thought our number was up on Abydos...he appeared
and saved us all. SG-1. The Abydonians. But there was one person he
didn't save, but whom he in fact damned.
Jonas.
He's
off SG-1 at request of the Colonel. He wanted Daniel to retake his
"rightful" place.
Don't get me wrong. I was devastated
when Daniel left over a year ago. But now...a part of me has moved
on. Gotten over it.
And...you know...I'm glad he's back.
But
he's back and hurting people I care about.
Or, to be more
accurate, a person.
Over the past year, Jonas has become something
more than a team-mate. And he did so far quicker than the original
SG-1 did.
Now...when I think about it...not seeing him every day
at work. That's going to be strange. And if I admit it to
myself...sad.
In
that moment I made a decision.
I
was going to see him.
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Jonas
had disappeared shortly after our return from Abydos, and I had
barely seen him since. Although...I think he must have heard about
Daniel being brought back to SG-1, and drawn his own conclusion that
he was off.
I walked slowly along the corridor, hoping that I
wouldn't bump into anyone...especially the Colonel.
A
barrage of questions wouldn't go down too well at the moment.
I
almost reach the end of the corridor when I arrive at Jonas'
quarters. I don't think he'd go to his lab...or what I guess is now
Daniel's lab again.
I stop and stare at the cold metal before
me.
What am I even doing here?
What am I hoping to achieve by
coming?
The
answers don't reveal themselves to me, so I raise my hand and knock
gently on the door.
'Who is it?'
Obviously he's screening
people before he decides to let them in.
'It's me Jonas.'
I
hear some faint shuffling from inside, a clicking and then the door
opens.
'Hey,' I say quietly.
'Hey,' he replies and moves over
so I can walk inside.
I
do so, and stand by the table in what, it looks like, he was writing
in his journal at.
I hear the dull thud of the door closing
again.
'Why are you here?' he asks in a tone I can't quite
identify with him.
I turn around to answer him, meeting his
stare.
'I just wanted to...see if you were OK...I guess...' I
reply, not even knowing the answer to the question
myself.
'Well...given the recent turn of events, I guess I'm
fine.'
I wince at the tone, and shake my head as I breathe out
deeply.
'Jonas, I don't support the Colonels decision to bring
Daniel back on the team.' I pause for a moment. 'I don't even know
what I want at the moment. It's too soon to say.'
He smiles.
'I'm
not blaming you Sam. I don't blame the Colonel, or Daniel, or General
Hammond either. We always knew that this might happen one day. Now it
has, and I just have to live with that. I was always going to be
second best to him.'
'No.' I shake me head viciously. 'Not second
best.'
'To the Colonel I am.'
'Not to me.'
I expect to
instantly regret the words as they come out of my mouth, but I don't.
I'm glad I've said them. I mean them.
I see him blush slightly
then give me one of those smiles that I've grown to love over the
past year.
'You
mean that?' he asks tentatively.
'You know me. I don't say
something unless I mean it.'
Then we both smile.
Then I
realise...something's happened to me.
Then I realise that that
something is that...he's got me.
In mind, soul, spirit...and the
way I'm feeling maybe even heart.
The feelings hit me harder than
a wormhole, and definitely spin me a lot harder too.
The silence
seems to go on and on, until it's broken by him taking a few slow
steps towards me.
'Jonas, I...'
I can't seem to find the right
words to finish my sentence.
'You what?' he pushes.
'I don't
know...' I trail off.
He's
up close now. Right in my personal space.
That's one thing he's
always been able to do well. Read people like a book. Their feelings;
thoughts; everything. And he's reading me now.
Raising my eyes to
his, I know I must look scared to him. And to be honest, I am.
Scared
of what's happening, scared of what I'm feeling. And shocked, because
I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone again.
His eyes
invade my own, our innermost thoughts meeting somewhere in the
middle.
Oh come on Sam.
Do something now, or leave. You have
the choice.
I take a slow step forward.
'I'm
sorry.'
The words tumble out before I can think about their
possible implication.
His eyes close and he takes a step back.
'I
understand,' he says strongly.
Panic!
'No!' I practically
shout. 'That's not what I meant. I meant...I'm sorry about how things
have turned out with the team.'
'Oh,' he says
hopefully.
'And...how about with how things have turned out...with
us?' he asks timidly.
I feel my face form a shocked expression for
a moment, but then I make it smile.
'Not sorry at all,' I breathe
before stepping forward again and tilting my face upwards slightly to
press my lips against his.
He
seems a little taken aback for a moment before I feel his hands on my
waist and my own in his hair, on his neck, basically anywhere I can
get them.
After a minute or two he pulls away
reluctantly.
'Sam...' he breathes.
'I know,' I reply in a
breathless voice.
'Sam...what's happening?' he asks, looking me
straight in the eye.
I smile slowly and bring my hand up to caress
his cheek.
'You've got me.'
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