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TITLE:  INTO THE GREY
AUTHOR: Rowan Darkstar
EMAIL: rowan_d1@yahoo.com
RATING: All Ages
CATEGORIES: Angst, hints of Sam/Jack, Jonas POV
ARCHIVE: Yes, just let me know.

Written for the GateShip Wendesday Shorts "Nightwalkers" 
Challenge.  458 words.  I tried.:)


"Into the Grey"
by 
Rowan Darkstar (rowan_d1@yahoo.com)



He knows it is cliché to fall for the gorgeous blonde amid the 
brown and grey of this underground life.  He has never been one 
to follow the trodden path.  Pushing the boundaries of knowledge, 
questioning what is blindly accepted, this is his way.

Jonas loves sun.  Even the grey clouds of Oregon taste of freedom 
after his confinement.  He chose his career for the thrill of 
dirt between his fingers, the visceral truth in discovering the 
concrete ties between the present and the past.

He hasn't fallen for her.  But being in her presence quickens his 
pulse.
 
They stop at a roadside diner on their way from the airfield to 
the town.  She has been quiet on the drive, sunglasses hiding her 
blue eyes beneath the clouds.  The order she throws at the 
waitress is nothing more than toast and coffee.  While the others 
order, MAJ Carter pulls out her cell phone.

Teal'c tosses a sidewise glance toward his friend as she speaks 
into her phone, but he continues answering Jonas's questions 
about the menu.

When MAJ Carter hangs up, Teal'c asks quietly, "Any news of 
O'Neill?"

She shakes her head and drops the phone in her overcoat pocket.  
"No.  No more incoming messages from the Tok'ra."

Jonas looks between these two; the woman in the black coat and 
the alien who served the Goa'uld.  MAJ Carter says softly, 
"Excuse me," and moves off to find the ladies room.

She returns ten minutes later, and the sunglasses are back on.  
Their orders are on the table and she silently nibbles her toast 
and sips her coffee while Jonas and Teal'c down eggs and sausage 
and bacon.

Jonas feels her beside him, knows she is a million miles away.

He knows where she is.  And it tells him more about his place on 
this team than words ever could.

He told her he was a good judge of people.  He doesn't doubt his 
instincts now.

Jonas and Teal'c follow her out of the diner, and Jonas watches 
as she takes her place behind the wheel.  He remembers the woman 
he met; Dr. Jackson behind her and Colonel O'Neill beside.  He 
looks for that woman now.  But the glasses hide too much, and the 
hard jaw line blocks out the rest.

He hopes someday...he'll be allowed to know her.  He hopes 
someday she'll make it home.

His eyes have lingered upon her, and she glances his way.  Her 
lips curl into a kind smile, and he returns the gesture as 
always.  She turns back to the road.

He watches her gloved fingers on the wheel as she steers them 
toward their destination.  He hears Teal'c breathing deeply in 
the back of the car.

Her eyes are on the horizon.

*****

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