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Idk how to explain it but Sam and Jack have the same vibes as the Pride and Prejudice hand flex to me.
It’s military regulations rather than societal expectations that have created this intangible wall between them. Like… there’s tension, but they still find this equilibrium and connection with each other in warmth and humor, and small touches, and fleeting moments of softness that hint at a depth emotion they hide out of necessity.
I'm always a slut for good characterization and quality SG-1 work. Check out this little Sam/Jack drabble @lady-thunder-thighs put up!
I choose to be the first person to entertain the thought of Sam Winchester/Jack the Nephilim solely so I can dub the ship "Jamsack."
Sam/Jack is such a good ship.
They love each other and they are both aware the other loves them. That much is never in question.
But they are kept separate by regulations.
Either one could retire or transfer, but they are bound by duty and love to be the tip of humanity’s spear in the war against the goa’uld. That is where they are needed most. That is where they do the most good. That is where they can stand side-by-side, protecting and caring for each other and their brothers. Close, but never touching.
To walk away would be a betrayal and a dereliction of duty.
So they stay.
He leads. She follows. He falls. She breaks the laws of physics to bring him back. He trusts her. She performs miracles. He watches in awe. She weaves with the threads of the universe.
He jokes. She ducks her head and smiles.
Sam and Jack stay locked in this strange decaying orbit. They can’t leave and neither wants to. So they spin closer and closer, but can never be as one as long as nothing changes. The distance between them diminishes, getting infinitesimally smaller but never reaching zero, never touching. A curve and its asymptote.
It drives me insane.
It’s poetry. It’s symmetry. It’s drama. It’s angst. It’s comfort. It’s tension. It’s relief. It’s home.
At any given moment I'm thinking about that face Sam makes at Jack in 200 after the wedding scene.
WHAT DOES SHE KNOWWWW???
Does the fact that an in-universe photo from that scene exists mean it happened??? (yes)
Was Vala there or did she insert herself like with the Threads fishing scene in this episode?
Did it happen pre- or post-200? Was Vala projecting and this is a look from Sam of "well we could..."?
This is so different to the constant denial, nothing leaves this room, is this gonna be a problem, pre season 9 Sam and Jack.
(We're not even going to talk about how, unless they got some kind of special dispensation - which is possible when you have the president on speed dial - the only time they could have gotten married before this is while Sam was out of his chain of command at area 51. Coincidentally also when she could have let her hair grow out because she wasn't in combat every day...)
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 (Sam/Jack) Rating: G Summary: Jack comes down with something on a mission and kinda, sorta confesses something to Sam. Much to her astonishment (and delight).
Sam + Jack = JamSack (...until a better ship name comes along I suppose)
Stargate Rewatch 2015
One post per episode: The Broca Divide (1x4)
Not like this, for cryin’ out loud.
