Son of the Sea
by
sHaYcH
Disclaimer: Stargate and all characters related to Stargate are owned by MGM, Showtime, Gekko and a bunch of others who aren't me. Just playing.
Note: The title for this piece is taken from the song, "Son of the Sea" by Ken Theriot.
Comments are always welcome: shaych3@yahoo.com%%%
Earth recedes.
The
great blue marble that hovers between Venus and Mars soon fades. Lieutenant Colonel
Samantha Carter exhales
softly, her breath clouding the porthole.
It’s always like this.
Leaving
home to face the mighty hoards of Goa’uld, Ori, Replicators, or
whatever other
evil the universe breeds, always gives Sam one precious moment to look
upon the
world of her birth.
Some days, she wonders if she could
do it alone. If she
could wake every morning in an empty
home and face the hoards of evil that hid behind every star. Many members of the
various SG teams prefer
the single life, but Sam can’t imagine not having something to defend.
Closing her eyes, Sam recalls
sunlight on thick, ruddy
hair. Stray grays
peek out, colored
silver by the warm, bright light.
Birds piping the call of spring, the faint hint of burnt toast from Cassie’s hurried breakfast, and the bitter aftertaste of sleep commingle in the astrophysicist’s memory. The alarm clicks on, spewing out an unholy ruckus of sound.
The blankets rustle and then, a heavy, sleep riddled voice groans, “Oh God, make it stop.”
Laughing, Sam reaches over Janet’s shoulders and taps a button, killing the noise.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?” Janet rolls over and blinks wearily at Sam.
Sam’s smile only grows wider. “I think so.”
“Oh good. Now, c’mere and kiss me goodbye sailor.”
“That’s
flyboy to you,
woman,” Sam replies in a half insulted, half amused tone.
“Yo, Earth to Carter!
Are you ready or am I supposed to figure out how to blow
this rock on my
own?” Mitchell’s
voice cuts through the
static of memory and Sam pushes away from the window.
Shouldering her pack, she shouts,
“Keep your pants on,
fin
Pulling the String