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TITLE: TILT AND BALANCE
AUTHOR: Rowan Darkstar
EMAIL: rowan_d1@yahoo.com
RATING: All Ages
CATEGORIES: Angst, hints of Sam/Jack
ARCHIVE: Yes, just let me know.

Written for the GateShip Wednesday Shorts "Foresaken" Challenge.
366 words. Not exact, I know....oh, well...:)


"Tilt and Balance"
by
Rowan Darkstar (rowan_d1@yahoo.com)
Copyright (c) 2005


It's good. It's all good, and he doesn't want to think about the
reasons maybe it isn't or shouldn't be. The sun is warm on this
planet. There's bird song and a textured breeze, and Carter is
catching the quirks in his smile and saying things like, "So I
can take a look at the technology."

Too long every smile has ended with a swirling wisp of sadness
and the phantoms of things unforgiven.

She's grinning and he's grinning, and there's a telescope and
something like flirting.

They are SG-1 (the new SG-1, at least), and it is good.

The mission goes to hell in a hand basket. She's tied up and
gagged and too far away for him to touch. They get to her fast,
cut her free, but she says she's, "a little groggy." He's fluent
in Carter, and even as the words meet his ears, his brain
translates to, "My legs wouldn't hold me with the replicators on
my tail."

He has to stay alert, stay on the mission. A team member's in
jeopardy, and he's the only one still on the trail. Teal'c's got
Carter and she couldn't be in better hands.

But it's a little too hard to keep his ear tuned and an eye on
his six.

There's an added tenderness in Teal'c's guard. Jack's felt it
for a while. And Carter, Carter has adored Teal'c forever, but
she's a little softer in his presence now. A little...grateful.
Something deepened between his friends this year. He knows
they're just friends, but that's it, that's what she needed.

Jack knows Teal'c caught the rope.

The one Jack let go of to keep himself from going down for the
count.

In the field, Jack O'Neill never leaves a man behind. He
sacrifices himself in the blink of an eye.

In the field.

In life, he's learned to survive. Maybe too well. There's a
reason he came out of retirement. He's always been better in the
field.

Eyes front, ears open. P-90 ready. Get to the gate, help Jonas,
bring his team home safe.

Hope Carter smiles at him on the down ramp.

It's all he can do.

It's all he can do.

*****

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