Author: Rysler
Date: 03/12/05
Pairing: Sam/Teal'c
Rating/Category: PWP, Missing Scene
Summary: Teal'c arrives back at the SGC.
Notes: Timeline incongruities, and spoilers up through "Threads." Because nothing says Sam/Teal'c like "Threads."
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She was waiting for him at the bottom of the ramp when he stepped through the Stargate. When joined her, she embraced him. She had greeted him in this way ever since Janet Fraiser had died a year ago, ever since they'd both lost Jack O'Neill to the Ancient chamber, ever since they'd been two warriors alone and had found each other.
His gaze went to the control room, where the empty space where General Hammond had once stood was still obvious to him, despite so many months. He hugged her back. His arms circled her waist easily, but he felt her strength in the muscles shifting under his hands. Her height nearly matched his own. They were as blood-kin, since long before the Jaffa had bestowed the same honor upon him.
She stepped back and smiled at him. "How was your trip?" He saw her wipe her palms on her trousers before she turned to walk from the gateroom.
"Good," he said, following her.
Sam smirked. "How does it feel to be leader of your people?"
News traveled fast. "The burden of responsibility is quite heavy," he said. "Already I fear we are heading in the wrong direction."
She glanced around the corridor to orient herself before nodding. "Once the avalanche has started, it is too late for the pebbles to vote."
He glanced at her. "Oma Desala?"
"Television."
He nodded. Both sources, he had found, were equal in their foolish wisdom. Or they might as well be, for all that troubled him this day.
"And you, Samantha Carter. How did you fare while I was with the Jaffa?"
She shrugged. "I..." She hesitated for a moment, seeming to search her mind for something interesting to say. "I gated to every Stargate simultaneously and released a virus that obliterated an entire, sentient race cast in my own image."
"I was aware of that," he answered. "What did you do, 'after'?"
Sam stopped walking, and turned to him. "Teal'c..." She laughed. "I didn't know you could do that."
"It was worth the effort, if the reward was coming home from a hard battle and seeing you smile," he said.
She rolled her eyes, but kept smiling, and he was satisfied. Then she stepped closer, placing her hand on his chest, and her expression sobered. "Dad...died." She bit her lip. "Selmak died. They're just... gone." He watched the tears well up in her eyes.
"I am sorry," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Your father was a great man. I believe he took after you."
Her tense expression crumbled into one of pleasure and relief at his presence, and he was once again reminded by her smile of why he had returned to Earth. The mission to free the Jaffa had only been an excuse to join these people. Just as saving them had been excuse enough to begin the mission. They were linked in his soul.
They had reached his quarters. She stepped aside so that he could slide his card through the door access. Inside, he began lighting candles. She liked candles. She said they were romantic. He only lit a dozen, so that he would not be lulled into a state of kel'no'reem, and so that the room was cast in semi-darkness.
He removed his Jaffa robes and hung them carefully. She sat on the bed and worked at her shoelaces. "I left Pete," she said, while tugging off one boot and dropping it to the floor. "This is my home. I can't pretend otherwise."
"I understand." This is what he had been trying to explain to Bra'tac. How he felt a greater belonging with these aliens than anywhere else in the universe. He believed Samantha Carter was an alien on her own world, as well. That she had tried to belong there, and had failed, and was now an outcast who had found her way to him, who shared more than either of them would discuss.
She had removed her socks, and now sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him as he approached, her expression still half-afraid of rejection, after all of these years. He positioned one knee on the bed to kneel beside her. "I am glad to be home," he said, and kissed her.
Her mouth tasted sweet, like mint, and he smelled perfume at her throat. She had obviously anticipated his arrival and had prepared. As if he would love her less if she did not smell like Earth. He had slept at her side in mud and rain during monsoons, and in the crystal caverns of the Tok'ra, and in the jails of Goa'uld ships where the smell of death was all around them. But perhaps this was not the time to remind her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. He allowed himself to be pulled down, not breaking the kiss. Bearing his weight on one arm, he explored her with his free hand. He found the places where she was strong and soft, and when he cupped her where she radiated heat, she yanked away from his mouth. "Let's undress," she said.
He nodded, sitting up and gazing at her in repose. Her panting was the only sound in the room. He had learned to control such things, but she was like an animal. Her nostrils expanded and contracted with each breath as she watched him pull his shirt over his head. When he reached for the tie of his trousers, she rolled to her knees. "Let me."
She covered his erection with one hand, caressing him through the cloth, and tugged at his belt with the other. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the delicious sensations her hands were giving him as she grew more frustrated with the ties. When she surrendered, cursing and relinquishing her touches, he looked at her with a faint smile.
"You'd think you virile Jaffa warriors would have pants that would come off more easily," she said.
"They are tight intentionally. If something were to get loose in a swordfight..."
She laughed. "Okay, okay. Take them off."
"You must take off your clothing first."
"Oh, I must?" She grinned and slid off the edge of the bed, standing in front of him. He moved to lie against the headboard. As she pulled off her tee shirt and sports bra in one smooth, practiced maneuver, his hand went to his crotch. She smirked at her hands went to her pants. "See? Easy," she said, as she unsnapped the buttons of her pants and shoved them off her hips.
He merely smiled and undid the knots binding him. She knelt on the bed and crawled toward him, until she was straddling his thighs. "Have I mentioned," she said, reaching to stroke the tent in his trousers, "How much I missed you?" She slid her hand into the opening of his pants and pulled out his cock. He was hard and slick and ready for her.
"I am.... unconvinced." He watched her lower her head, felt her squeeze him in her fist. He closed his eyes briefly when her wet lips touched the head of his cock, but opened them again when her mouth descended, encompassing him. Her blonde head bobbed in his lap. He enjoyed the warm tugging sensations of her mouth until he found himself thrusting against her, and new his need was rising inside of him.
He gently pulled her head away from his cock. She rolled onto her back, and he stretched beside her. He bent to kiss her lips, wet and tasting of him, and as his tongue slipped into her mouth he reached between her legs. She, too, was ready. He caressed her. Salty tears dripped over her skin and he tasted them in his kisses. She mourned, and he with her, as they went through the ritual that would heal them.
Or, at least, make them feel less alone.
"Teal'c," she whispered against his mouth, "Take me."
He obeyed.
* * *
Later, they were lying together, he behind her with his arm draped over her hip. "Daniel's still missing," she said, shifting against his chest, pressing closer. "The Colonel doesn't want to face it."
"He saved our lives." He tightened his hold on her, but his gaze went to something distant, unfocused.
Sam laughed. It was not the happy, unexpected laugh he could draw from her, but a more bitter sound. "He's such a big hero. How many times has he died saving the universe? Three?"
"Do you question his methods, Samantha Carter?"
"I...I think I would rather die with him, than have to live without him around. I wish he knew that."
Teal'c was reminded of how badly she accepted Daniel Jackson's loss three years ago. How the pain, spanning a year, only multiplied with time. She had not recovered. He chose his words carefully. "I believe that this is how he feels, as well."
She covered his hand against her with hers. "I'm glad you're here, Teal'c." She closed her eyes. "Dad came home to die. When--If--I want you to come home, too. Don't die out there."
He shared this wish, and so there was nothing to say, except, "I promise."