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19 February 2007 @ 10:49 am
SG-1 Fic: Old Wounds (Sam/Pete)  
This is a fic that I promised rowan_d. I'm still working on surreallis's fic, which has decided it wants to be longer than I want it to be. Bah. So for now, here's the Sam/Pete fic for rowan_d.


Title: Old Wounds
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Nine
Category: Ship, Angst
Spoilers: The Fourth Horseman
Pairing/Character: Sam/Pete
Summary: Sometimes all it takes are a few words to heal old wounds.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be printed anywhere without the sole permission of the author. Realize this is for entertainment purposes only; no financial gain or profit has been gained from this fiction. This story is not meant to be an infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned establishments


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Sam rubbed her hands together as she hovered by the hospital door. With the door opened a crack, she could only catch brief glimpses of the activity inside, something that just made the knot in Sam's stomach tighten even more. She caught sight of a nurse. A doctor. And more medical equipment than she would have ever expected.

She just wanted this to be over. All of this.

"Ma'am, you can come in now."

She nodded to the nurse, took a deep breath, and entered the room. Inside, she saw balloons, get well cards, and some flower arrangements, but overall, the room felt cold and lonely. Sam tore her gaze off the flowers, focusing on the hospital bed and the sad, still form that lie there.

Pete.

While Sam had mentally been preparing herself for this for days, the actual sight of Pete's withering form was too much. She brought her hand to her mouth and choked back the sob that threatened to escape from her lips.

He looked terrible, a mere shell of the man that she had once loved. Gone was the cheerful smile that used to greet her every morning. Gone was the light in his eyes that would brighten her days. Now, he was a mess a dark circles, pasty skin, and lackluster eyes.

Sam closed her eyes.

"Hey."

When she opened them, she found that she and Pete were alone. He watched her from his bed. "Now, I can't be that bad," he said.

She forced a quick smile, grabbing a chair to sit by his side. "No."

He let out a broken laugh. "Now, you're lying? This is why I always won at strip poker, you know."

Sam smiled at the brief memory, but the joy quickly faded as she continued to assess his condition. "Maybe I let you win."

"Sneaky," he said. "A man could grow to like that."

She couldn't help but chuckle at the comment. No matter how badly his body was broken, Pete was still in there. Sam just hoped it was enough.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, shaking off her growing insecurities as she got down to business. "The doctors say you're going to pull through. Luckily, they were able to administer a cure in time."

"Cure." He nodded and stared at her. "It's some alien thing, right?"

"Pete…"

"I mean, it has to be," he said. "You wouldn't be here otherwise."

Sam swallowed hard and looked at her hands. She felt a spark of anger over Pete's accusation, but also a twinge of guilt. She bit her lips and closed her eyes.

She hadn't wanted to end like it did. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt Pete. She didn't want to hurt anyone, yet she always did somehow.

"We keep sidestepping it, Sam."

She gazed up at him. "I know."

"Was it so terrible--?"

"No." She thought of all the happy mornings on her porch, the dinners, the movies, just unwinding in her home, the two of them alone, together. "No," she said again. "It was great."

He frowned. "Then, why?"

Her thoughts turned to the house. She saw herself sitting inside, gazing out the window, as she sat alone, dog by her feet, baby napping in the bedroom. She saw herself touch the windowpane, trying to reach the stars that were just out of her grasp.

"I just…wasn't ready for that kind of life," she said, gazing at him directly. "I'm not ready for that kind of life. I couldn't do that to either of us."

"Why not just tell me?" he asked, his voice hard. "Why, for once, couldn't you just tell me? You keep everything bottled up and I—" He looked away and sighed. "I thought we were great together."

Sam wiped away a tear. She cleared her throat, trying to chase away the pain that had settled in her chest. Hesitating only briefly, Sam reached over and grabbed his hand. When he turned to her with surprised, she squeezed his fingers.

"I didn't come here just on business," she said.

Pete stared at her. "No?"

She shook her head. "Pete, things…the way it ended, we…and now…" She took a swallow of air and brought her chin up a little higher. "I just wanted to see you again."

He squeezed her hand in return. "I've been wanting to see you, too." He paused, as if gauging her reaction. Then, he took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering. "Maybe we could see more of each other?"

Sam found herself smiling. "I'd like that." And when she said those words, she didn't realize just how much she met it. She slid her chair closer to his bed, her smile breaking into a full grin. "I'd like that a lot."
 
 
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Working for the Mandroid: Boysmoonshayde on February 21st, 2007 02:19 am (UTC)
Freakishly similar, eh? Does your Pete get the Prior Plague too? And here I thought I was original! Or maybe great minds think alike...

I'm glad that you liked it. It's like the one idea I've ever gotten for them *sniff* but now it's done. I'm glad that it was good enough to appease. And I just can never imagine Sam quiting reaching for the stars ;)

Now, I need to seriously get off my butt and write surreallis's angsty "aliens made them do it" Sam/Daniel fic before she starts to get a complex. I've been promising that for *mumbles* months.
Rowan Darkstar: Sam and Pete - Solidity of Yourowan_d on February 21st, 2007 02:44 am (UTC)
Freakishly similar, eh? Does your Pete get the Prior Plague too? And here I thought I was original! Or maybe great minds think alike...

No, no, no Prior Plague in mine, your originality is intact! Gunshot wound. There's just a very similar hospital/coming together scene.:)

I'm glad that you liked it. It's like the one idea I've ever gotten for them *sniff* but now it's done.

There will be more! I have faith!:D

I'm glad that it was good enough to appease. And I just can never imagine Sam quiting reaching for the stars ;)

Indeed.:) Which is inevitably the biggest problem with Sam/Jack in the practical sense. Fishing is fun for her for a weekend, but after that...it's not an end goal for her like it is for Jack at this point...

Now, I need to seriously get off my butt and write surrealphantast's angsty "aliens made them do it" Sam/Daniel fic before she starts to get a complex. I've been promising that for *mumbles* months

I have you beat on stuff I owe people.;) However, yes, you should do that, 'cause I want to read it.
Working for the Mandroid: Patternsmoonshayde on February 21st, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
He got shot! Aw. Poor Pete. Sounds interesting though. I'd read it.

Which is inevitably the biggest problem with Sam/Jack in the practical sense. Fishing is fun for her for a weekend, but after that...it's not an end goal for her like it is for Jack at this point...

Well, if I take my denial glasses off for a second and talk about Sam/Jack ship...This is one of the problems I see with their pairing. They have feelings for each other, but Jack would happily like to do nothing but fish and the like -- though I think he'd get an itch to do something after awhile -- whereas Sam needs to be a part of something. Like Daniel she is always yearning, but they just seek different things. In new Order, Fifth could easily have been Jack instead of Pete and Sam still wouldn't have bought it. If you see Sam and Jack as a couple, it's one of those sad but realistic moments where you have two people who care about each other, but who's wants and desires don't match all the time. Which I see as a problem that Sam and Pete were having. Two people who cared but just wanted different things out of life at that particular moment.