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TITLE:  FAR TO FALL
AUTHOR: Rowan Darkstar
EMAIL: rowan_d1@yahoo.com
RATING: All Ages
CATEGORIES: Angst, hints of Sam/Jack, Sam/Joe
ARCHIVE: Yes, just let me know.
SUMMARY:  "He works beside her in perfect synch, as if this has 
all happened before."

Written for the GateShip Wednesday Shorts "2001" Challenge.

250 words--look, an exact word count! (hey, at least it's SOME 
round number...)

"Far to Fall"
by 
Rowan Darkstar (rowan_d1@yahoo.com)


She doesn't know him.  But something about him feels like...home.

He's not her type.  She wouldn't have picked him out of a crowd.  
But he smiled at her and he asked 'how', and something flickered 
at the edge of memory.  She wanted to see him again.

Asked to lunch in front of the Colonel.  She never broke from 
this new man's gaze, but she said yes, right there in the 
gateroom.  Because the hard truth is, Jack's never asked, they've 
never spoken, and maybe some part of her needs that known.

Snowballing downward and Joe's at the center of it all.  A key 
player on short notice, and she needs him to believe, she needs 
him to trust.

He does.  He works beside her in perfect synch, as if this has 
all happened before.

She has to let go.

Eyes locked.  Something more than a casualty on the job.  Cutting 
the cord and falling into the blue.

Her shoulder hurts like hell.  "You did good, Major" feels better 
than it should, but it's not enough, because he has no idea what 
she left behind.

She claims she is too tired to go into town for drinks with the 
guys; *toss one back, we saved the world again.*

Curled in her window seat with a blanket and hot tea and a 
mystery novel.  She fingers hormones and stress when reading 
turns to watery vision and long gazes at the night sky.

Too far to fall.

He felt a little like home.

*****

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