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Fic: What Once Was Lost - complete

Sorry for the delay in getting this posted, things have gone crazy - so here’s the whole thing because I don’t know when I’ll next get a chance to post.

Read it here on AO3

Read it here on FF.net

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For @starrybouquet

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Five times...

Sam and Jack got Accidentally Married (And One Time They Didn’t)

Part one here on AO3

Or here on ff.net

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16 for Sam x Jack, please? 💙

The Stillness Between Prompt!fic - 16 Daybreak

It was a gradual process, the slow rising of the sun banishing the darkness of night once more. Streaks of pinks and purples and orange coloured the sky, and the sun itself glowed like a flame through the trees that marred its ascent over the horizon. Though she loved the night sky and the stars that were visible against the inky black, there was something peaceful about waking in time to see the dawning of a new day.

She sat on the chair on the small wooden dock, listening to the dawn chorus as the waking birds called out to one another and flew from their nests to embrace the day. A mist rose off the surface of the pond as the water slowly began to heat, though she knew from experience it would remain cool most of the day – certainly not warm enough to go skinny dipping, no matter how many times a certain General suggested it with a grin and a wink.

She closed her eyes to listen to the sounds of the world waking up around her, and took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly. The scents of dew damp grass and delicate blossom soothed her, and she wished not for the first time that she'd come to the cabin much sooner than she had. 

There was something almost magical about the place Jack had kept inviting her to; something that just felt like home. As she sat on the dock, an oversized sweatshirt that held his scent wrapped around her shoulders, she felt like she could finally breathe for the first time in a very long time.

For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine that they could stay at the cabin forever. That they could forget about their jobs, about the real world that existed along the dirt path that wound its way through the trees towards civilisation. Oh, she wouldn’t want to be cut off completely - she’d be open to visitors, like Cassie and Daniel and Teal’c - but there was something appealing about the thought of being away from it all, just the two of them. “Coffee?” She caught the fragrance of the freshly brewed beverage before she heard his voice, a little rougher than usual due to the early hour. 

Turning to accept it with a grateful smile, Sam thought he looked adorable with his sleep mused hair and the lines of the pillow still creasing his cheek but thought better of saying it aloud. Instead, she memorised the image he presented and stored it deep in her memory so she could summon it whenever she needed it. “Thank you. I hope I didn’t wake you.” He shrugged and sat down in the chair beside her, sipping from his own mug. “I don’t usually sleep in when I’m up here. Woke up and you were gone, though. Everything alright?” Her smile grew, her eyes bright with affection she made no attempt at disguising. She didn’t need to, not anymore. “Everything’s fine. Better than fine.” She took a sip from her cup, smiling again when she realised he’d made it exactly the way she liked it. She saw from the quirk of his eyebrow that he wasn’t convinced and that just made her want to smile all the more. “Really, I’m fine.”

Part of her felt guilty about smiling so much, but she found she couldn’t help it. She hadn’t had much to smile about over the last few months, but she finally felt she was content with the world and the circumstances she’d found herself in. 

Yes, she’d lost her father and buried him not more than a month before, but she’d also been fortunate to have so much more time with him than she’d expected, years in which they’d managed to not only repair their damaged relationship but grow closer than she’d ever imagined they could be. She missed him, of course she missed him, but she was so grateful for the time they’d had together.

“What time are Daniel and Teal’c getting here?” She asked instead of trying to explain it; they’d ventured to the cabin a few days before their teammates, partly because they’d had a lot to talk about and partly because both Daniel and Teal’c had coincidentally found things they just had to do before they could join them. Sam didn’t believe their excuses for one moment but, again, she was grateful to them for allowing herself and Jack to have some time to themselves.

The new normal, as it was, had been surprisingly easy to adapt to. The shift in their relationship had been a long time in coming and, although they’d agreed to take things one step at a time, she didn’t think she’d ever tire of waking up beside him, cocooned in his arms and in the knowledge that - finally - they were together.

“Daniel sent a text to say they’ll be here around noon.” 

Sam nodded but didn’t comment. She let her gaze wander around at their tranquil surroundings, noting that the rising sun was starting to warm the air, too, and highlight the ripples in the pond he’d said held no fish. 

After eight years of perfecting their silent communication, they found they didn’t need to speak their thoughts aloud. Sam reached out to take his hand, smiling to herself at the easiness of it all. She smiled again as he laced his fingers through hers, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye to see the satisfied grin on his face. 

Though she wouldn’t change the journey they’d taken to get to this point, Sam found herself enjoying the stillness, the silence, the precious moments where they could just be.

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Shipmas!fic

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Birthday fic for @lilianbones who requested something Metamorphosis related ☺️

Read it here

And if any of my SJ peeps would likes birthday ficlet when the time comes, pop me a DM with an idea of what you’d like 💕

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Hi! You’ve been great with helping others find fics and I’ve spent weeks looking for a fic I read years ago. Would you be able to help me, please? The fic takes place while Sam dates Pete. SG-1 is on a mission to a planet where times goes by a lot faster than on earth. They get stuck on this planet (possibly due to a meteor shower) for what ends up being years bc the Stargate doesn’t work, but it’s only weeks in earth time. Sam and Jack get together and have kids while on this planet. TIA!

It’s more @starrybouquet who’s been finding fics than me but I think I recognise this one.

Could it be Time is an Abstract Thing by breezer2?

It doesn’t have the meteor shower, though.

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Fic: A Wing and a Prayer

Prompt chosen by @sarahstanbrook on twitter - 6 - Wings. I started with a title, and then the story choose the direction it wanted to take. *shrug*

All good things had to come to an end, though that was a cliche and he hated those. He stood in his office on what would be the last day of his tenure as Commanding Officer of the SGC and took one last look around.

The few personal belongings that had made it into the room were already packed away, ready to be taken to his new office in Washington DC, where they’d undoubtedly sit gathering dust because he wouldn’t have someone like Walter there to keep him organised.

Jack sighed; he wondered if, not for the first time, he was doing the right thing in leaving.

Not that he was the only one going; Teal’c had already requested to join his family, Daniel had his sights on Atlantis. Carter had asked to go, too, and he’d both hated and been relieved that the powers that be above him told him to tell her no.

But she was leaving, too. Heading to Nevada, at her request. He’d wondered, at first, whether it meant she was back with the cop but he’d learned from Daniel that Cassie was having a hard time so Sam had asked for the transfer to be nearer the young woman.

That he’d had to learn it from Daniel galled a little. Okay, more than a little. But despite how easy the movies made it seem, it wasn’t as simple as boy gets girl then the screen fades to black. Then again, things with him and Carter - Sam - had never been easy.

Oh, they’d talked. A bit. While he’d supported her with memorial arrangements for her father, the conversation had turned to Jacob’s last words of advice to his daughter and what she’d interpreted it to mean.

She was single; he was single.

They both wanted to be together.

They were both leaving Colorado Springs.

But there was still the matter of regulations between them, though the chain of command was a little more muddied what with him taking on the Head of Homeworld Security role, which meant that technically, he was still somewhere above her in the command chain.

Technically.

Though that technicality didn’t seem to be bothering anyone else. Not his teammates - and they’d always be his teammates, it was just another word for family as far as SG-1 were concerned - and not according to his superiors. General Hammond - hell, even the President - had made little comments suggesting the way had finally be paved for them to be together but Jack wasn’t sure how.

Not exactly. 

Regulations and Air Force commitments aside, there was the distance.

Whenever he’d allowed himself to envision the fantasy of having a relationship with Sam, he’d always thought they’d be in the same state at least. Living together, either going home together or coming home with one another. A long-distance relationship where he couldn’t kiss or touch her at will when he finally could wasn’t what he’d been hoping for.

Not that he’d kissed her yet. Or done any touching above the usual. Though he’d certainly been thinking about it --

-- and as if thinking about her was enough, there was a quiet knock at the door and there she was, in the flesh.

Lt Colonel Sam Carter. His... 

“Sir.”

“Carter.”

She smiled a little, bit down on her bottom lip. “I thought I’d take a break from packing to get something to eat in the commissary.”

“There’s cake today.” As if there hadn’t been cake most days while he’d been in command. 

Still, she smiled. Blushed, even. “I know, Sir. I wondered if you’d like to join me.”

“For cake? Do you really have to ask?”

Any opportunity to spend time with her, he’d jump at it. That there was cake involved was only a bonus. 

They walked together down the familiar hallways, each wondering if it would be the last time. They smiled and nodded at those they passed, seeing the speculation but ignoring it as they’d become adept at doing.

Once they reached the commissary, they got their food - cake and coffee for Jack, tea and pie for Sam - and settled at the table the whole base knew as belonging to SG-1. 

“So.”

“So.”

Their food sat on the table untouched, their drinks cooling. As the silence started to edge towards awkward, Jack cleared his throat. “So, DC’s your old stomping grounds, right?”

Sam smiled, remembering the time she’d told him that. Her eyes softened, remembering it was also the first time he’d met her father. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll have to visit, then, Carter. Make sure I know my way around and don’t get lost.” He dropped his gaze to the cake, not wanting to see the look on her face at the invitation. 

He missed the smile that spread across her face, the relief and the giddy joy before she managed to conceal it. “I look forward to it, Sir.”

“You do?” He did look up at that, eyebrows raised. He caught the smile lingering on her lips, felt his own upturn in a matching grin. “Well, then, great. We’ll have to get that arranged.”

“We will. Sir.” Her smile widened, a blush spilling over her cheeks as she busied herself with breaking off a bit of pie.

Jack watched her, still grinning. Though he still didn’t know how they were going to do this, how they were going to do them, with a wing and a prayer, they’d manage alright.