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Spoilers:Season 6 Ep Paradise Lost
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How can I look at her when I see the look of loss in her eyes? I know she blames me. That's why Iíve tried my best to avoid her, when all I want her to do is hold me. I feel guilty; I let it happen, I let Maybourne get an advantage. Everyone knows it's my fault, there just to polite to say it. Just like Shelley, she won't say it either when I know she feels it.
I've been sitting here for the last half an hour. Teal'c was here a little while ago, offering me his support. Then he left me alone wallowing in my own self-pity.
Shelley's standing in the doorway.... she's found me.
"I've been looking for you."
"Well now you've found me."
She moves towards me and sits on the bench next to me. I try not to look at her, but I can't help it.
"Have you been crying?" Shelley asks me.
I don't answer, I just look at her. Her hand rises to my face, wiping that stubborn tear that won't go away. The palm of her hand cups my cheek and a sigh escapes me. It's as though Iíve melted into her.
"I'm sorry Shell."
How can I say it? If I say it then it has to be true.
"For losing.... the colonel."
She gives me that smile. Why, why is she smiling at me when her brother's out there? Somewhere.
"He's not lost Sam. I'm sure he's okay."
How can she forgive me like this? I see the look in her eyes, no hate, and no anger towards me. Just those emerald green eyes and her smile. God that smile brightens my day when I feel like this.
ďItís my fault.Ē
ĒNoÖ. no. Itís no one's fault and definitely not yours.Ē
Her hand brushes the hair from my face. Itís still wet from the shower I took earlier and her fingers run through it. That touch would usually send me over the edge and Iíd pull her towards me and kiss her. But not this time! Her hand slips down my back, slowly running up and down it. Thatís nice. She looks at me, and smiles again. So I rest my head on her shoulder and feel her arm around me. That feels so nice. I should be the one comforting her. The colonel's out there somewhere, with god knows what and Maybourne. But at the moment, they're the last thing on my mind.
She runs her hand at the back of my head and I fall against her again. I can hear her heart beating against me. Her lips touch my forehead and I melt in to her. I'll find him for her. I'll find him and bring him back.