Title: On Your Mind
Rating: PG-13, I suppose.
Timeline: Between season 9 and season 10.
Disclaimer: Not mine. You can try to sue, but all you’ll end up with is a bunch of socks.
Author’s Note: Written simultaneously for the gate_haven summer vacation challenge and sjfanfic10. I wasn’t planning on writing something for the gate_haven thing, seeing as I have waaaay too many WiPs already, but this just popped into my head and wouldn’t leave. I don’t think it’s particularly easy to read, and it has factors in it that are sure to drive some of you nuts. I apologize for that.
As for the sjfanfic10 thing, I think I’m probably stretching it a bit, since this is only peripherally an S/J piece. Not to mention that the prompt I used for this was “Over My Head (Cable Car)” by The Fray. And while it’s a fantastic song and I loved the prompt, I have no idea how this came from that.
But then again, I suppose that’s half the fun of sjfanfic10, isn’t it?
into her vacation, Sam knew that her second summer in
But it turned out that after the bone-deep cold of space, there was nothing more soothing than the sunshine on her face and Jack always nearby, still occasionally looking like he couldn’t believe they were here at all.
understood his bewilderment, because she was often baffled by it herself. What
was more, she never quite understood how a place so very Jack had automatically felt like home. In a place worn down by
weather, time, and the weight of m
It was an unfamiliar feeling. For so long now, home for Samantha Carter had been associated with a science lab, the world she ruled with comfort and familiarity. While she couldn’t say for certain, she thought that home had stopped being in a house twenty-six summers ago.
But then, she always thought about her mother in the summertime.
Sauntering down the dock, she smiled at the picture Jack made, half-asleep with his fishing pole propped against his leg. When her shadow blocked his sun, he cracked an eye open. “Hey.”
“Hi,” she replied, reaching out to straighten his hat. “Nice nap?”
“Nicer wake-up call,” was his reply as he blinked and openly began leering at her. “You look….”
She glanced down at her black bikini top, mentally congratulating herself on the impulse buy. “I thought you might appreciate this.”
With an insistent hand on her thigh, he pulled her into his lap, cuddling her close and nuzzling against her neck. “Oh yeah.”
and gazed across the pond. Twenty-six summers ago, her father had come home
with tears in his eyes and the horrible knowledge that there were no words that
would help. She doesn’t r
But she knows that when she needs an excuse to cry, she still makes chocolate chip cookies.
her stomach, Jack’s arms were warm, solid. Sitting here like this with him, it
was hard to r
She was horrible at first—scared of the noise and the force behind a weapon that could kill. But after the first time her father had watched and seen her fail, she had willed herself to do better. Every day that summer had been spent at the range, practicing until her arms were sore from the reverberation and her ears rang.
By the end of the summer, she was a better shot than even her father.
“Glad you came?” Jack drawled, his chest vibrating against the skin of her back in a way that made her feel particularly giddy.
She nestled into him even closer, surprised to find that he needs to hear her reassurance. “Always.”
Twenty-one summers ago, she lost her virginity in the back of Jimmy Washburne’s truck. It was nice, as far as first experiences go, and Jimmy was sweet—the sort of guy you didn’t worry about introducing to your Air Force father. She never did, though, because at some point it had occurred to her that she had just become a statistic—one in three girls who have sex before they turn eighteen.
She thought that maybe there was something wrong with her, because she had started it and wasn’t particularly upset by it. She had even chosen Jimmy on purpose because she had figured the back of a truck would be less cramped than some beat up junker.
So while it never bothered her that she had sex, she had wanted someone to tell her that the way she went about it was okay. But you can’t talk about sex with your father, so her reaction was to break up with Jimmy and avoid sex entirely for the next four years.
“You okay?” Jack asked, face scrunched up in concentration, as though he was trying to decipher some foreign language.
“Sure,” she replied easily. Honestly though, she wondered if he would still love her as much if he knew the truth—that she was the worst kind of cliché, a girl who had never gotten over the loss of her mother.
summers ago, she entered the Air Force Acad
okay with her generic answer, and d
In this place, with his eyes on her, Sam suddenly knew that it was time to forget about past summers. Because twenty-six summers ago, she had lost her mother.
This summer, she had found out she was going to be one.
she wasn’t ready and she was sure to panic at some point (probably sooner
rather than later), she finally considered that all of her summers combined had
reached a cosmic wash—
“Yeah,” she said after a minute. “There’s something I need to tell you.”