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TITLE: RUSH
AUTHOR: Rowan Darkstar
EMAIL: rowan_d1@yahoo.com
RATING: Teen
CATEGORIES: Angst, a hint of implied S/J
ARCHIVE: Yes, just let me know.

Written for the GateShip Wednesday Shorts "Space Race" Challenge.

250 words

"Rush"
by 
Rowan Darkstar (rowan_d1@yahoo.com)
Copyright (c) 2005



Wind on the skin of her throat and power in her grip.  Rush. Fly. 
Roar. Disappear.

Everything is okay for a while.  Daniel is alive, and he's 
starting to talk too fast like Daniel should.  No more soft, 
wizened gazes and drawn out words to make her shiver.

The Colonel didn't die at fifteen, even if her heart stopped for 
the moment she told him he would.

There's a race to be run and a little bit of risk, and that's Sam 
Carter all over.  The rush is the ultimate payoff..

Daniel is teasing, and the Colonel is confused and protective, 
and Teal'c is almost joking, and life is so sweet it hurts.

Power and vibration between her legs.  She tells herself she's 
not dreaming of something (someone) else.  Images in the dark of 
night and gentle kisses and smiles in the sunlight that taste 
like lemonade.

Eyes on the road, wind on her skin.  Leather that crackles and 
shifts like leaves beneath her boots.

A race to be run.

Eyes sliding down her body in the SGC hallway.  Lipstick too dark 
for the early hour of the morning.

Frantic movement for the desperate need to stay in the moment.

Because there's something on the horizon.  A fallout.  An ache.  
A turning point.  She doesn't know what it is, but she senses it 
around the bend like a band of Jaffa crouched in the foliage.

She has to stay one step ahead.

She has to race.

She has to fly.

*****

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