SG-1 Ficlet: Teetering
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moonshaydeTitle: Teetering
Author: Moonshayde
Season: SG-1 Season 10
Category: Drama, Angst, Episode Tag
Spoilers: Flesh and Blood
Pairing/Character: Sam and Daniel friendship (or can be read as ship if you want)
Summary: The war continues not only on the battlefield, but also within the soul.
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Tag for S10 "Flesh and Blood"
Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be printed anywhere without the sole permission of the author. Realize this is for entertainment purposes only; no financial gain or profit has been gained from this fiction. This story is not meant to be an infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned establishments
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When she finally found him, she saw him teetering between the light and the darkness.
Daniel sat on a cool metal table in one of the supply rooms on the ship. Half in shadow, he remained still, tight-lipped and stiff, as he stared ahead.
Soundlessly, she crossed the floor and hopped onto the metal table next to him. He didn't say a word. He didn't move. He didn't even turn to acknowledge her. He just continued to stare into the dead air, his face as hard as stone.
But there was a flickering in his eyes, the only movement that reassured her that he was real. It was through this nearly imperceptible flash – this small window – that she could see through him, into him.
The war that waged in his eyes wasn't just the accumulation of stress and the terrible choices he had been faced with today. They also held an amalgamation of years of conflict; battles that not only had worn him physically, but also battles that had changed him, shaped him, and threatened to tear apart his soul.
Sam was no stranger to this war. No soldier was.
Quietly, she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, allowing him the solace of silence and the support of her warmth.
It was only then that he bowed his head and let it go.
Author: Moonshayde
Season: SG-1 Season 10
Category: Drama, Angst, Episode Tag
Spoilers: Flesh and Blood
Pairing/Character: Sam and Daniel friendship (or can be read as ship if you want)
Summary: The war continues not only on the battlefield, but also within the soul.
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Tag for S10 "Flesh and Blood"
Disclaimer: Stargate, Stargate SG-1 and all of its characters, titles, names, and back-story are the property of MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, SciFi Channel, and Showtime/Viacom. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This story cannot be printed anywhere without the sole permission of the author. Realize this is for entertainment purposes only; no financial gain or profit has been gained from this fiction. This story is not meant to be an infringement on the rights of the above-mentioned establishments
When she finally found him, she saw him teetering between the light and the darkness.
Daniel sat on a cool metal table in one of the supply rooms on the ship. Half in shadow, he remained still, tight-lipped and stiff, as he stared ahead.
Soundlessly, she crossed the floor and hopped onto the metal table next to him. He didn't say a word. He didn't move. He didn't even turn to acknowledge her. He just continued to stare into the dead air, his face as hard as stone.
But there was a flickering in his eyes, the only movement that reassured her that he was real. It was through this nearly imperceptible flash – this small window – that she could see through him, into him.
The war that waged in his eyes wasn't just the accumulation of stress and the terrible choices he had been faced with today. They also held an amalgamation of years of conflict; battles that not only had worn him physically, but also battles that had changed him, shaped him, and threatened to tear apart his soul.
Sam was no stranger to this war. No soldier was.
Quietly, she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, allowing him the solace of silence and the support of her warmth.
It was only then that he bowed his head and let it go.
