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Stargate ficlet!
Mar. 8th, 2005 04:19 pmThe street lamps were shrouded in the early morning fog, a thick wetness that clung to lashes and puffed from cold lips in a whispery little clouds. Unconciously Jack rubbed his hands together, trying to gain feeling in his frozen fingers.
Soon, he told himself, closing his eyes for a single moment, preparing his mind for what he knew was to come. Soon it will be over.
Something cold and delicate as an angel's wing brushed against his cheek, and his eyes snapped opened, startled.
The snowflakes were large, thick and puffy, as in a cartoon, and soon his silver flecked hair was gleaming as though crowned in diamonds. Still, he did not move from his vigil. He had promised, and this promise had to be kept.
Slowly, as though laboring through the thick fog and snow, the sun began to make its way over the mountains that dotted the horizen, orange and brilliant despite the clouds. He stared, mesmorized, thankful for the heaviness of the air which permitted him to do so.
His watch began to beep at him, and finally he allowed his limbs to move, his frozen feet to walk determindly across the street, to the house that he had kept vigil over all that long night. When he reached to knock at the door, he hesitated only a moment. The sound of his flesh hitting wood was startling loud in the hushed silence.
A young woman, no more than twenty-six, opened the door after his second knock, as though she had been about to head out. Her hair was brown and slighlty curly, her eyes large and green, cheeks slightly pale from the earliness of the morning. Her gaze met his and for one moment he could see the panic welling up within her.
"Mrs. Perez?" he asked soflty, knowing his own face was haggard from lack of sleep, wet from snow and flushed from the cold. "I am friend of your husband's. There was an accident at the mountain, but he's going to be all right. He wanted me to make sure you were all right, with the winter storm coming, and to see if you needed anything."
Their eyes met once more, her gaze softened, and she beckoned him in.
"Please, Colonel, come in. Let me make you some tea," she said softly, trying to hide her shaking hands and the tears that suddenly came to her eyes.
And Jack entered, into the warmth of his friend's house, doing for him what Major Perez had once done for Sarah so many long years ago.
"He's going to be all right, Ma'am," he whsipered softly, and only by the slight relaxation of her shoulders did he know that she heard him.
Soon, he told himself, closing his eyes for a single moment, preparing his mind for what he knew was to come. Soon it will be over.
Something cold and delicate as an angel's wing brushed against his cheek, and his eyes snapped opened, startled.
The snowflakes were large, thick and puffy, as in a cartoon, and soon his silver flecked hair was gleaming as though crowned in diamonds. Still, he did not move from his vigil. He had promised, and this promise had to be kept.
Slowly, as though laboring through the thick fog and snow, the sun began to make its way over the mountains that dotted the horizen, orange and brilliant despite the clouds. He stared, mesmorized, thankful for the heaviness of the air which permitted him to do so.
His watch began to beep at him, and finally he allowed his limbs to move, his frozen feet to walk determindly across the street, to the house that he had kept vigil over all that long night. When he reached to knock at the door, he hesitated only a moment. The sound of his flesh hitting wood was startling loud in the hushed silence.
A young woman, no more than twenty-six, opened the door after his second knock, as though she had been about to head out. Her hair was brown and slighlty curly, her eyes large and green, cheeks slightly pale from the earliness of the morning. Her gaze met his and for one moment he could see the panic welling up within her.
"Mrs. Perez?" he asked soflty, knowing his own face was haggard from lack of sleep, wet from snow and flushed from the cold. "I am friend of your husband's. There was an accident at the mountain, but he's going to be all right. He wanted me to make sure you were all right, with the winter storm coming, and to see if you needed anything."
Their eyes met once more, her gaze softened, and she beckoned him in.
"Please, Colonel, come in. Let me make you some tea," she said softly, trying to hide her shaking hands and the tears that suddenly came to her eyes.
And Jack entered, into the warmth of his friend's house, doing for him what Major Perez had once done for Sarah so many long years ago.
"He's going to be all right, Ma'am," he whsipered softly, and only by the slight relaxation of her shoulders did he know that she heard him.
