I Think it's Called Love
Title: I Think it’s Called Love
Author: Christine/Chris4Short
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, but set somewhere around Pegasus Progect
Word count: 1330
Written for: simallyher for the sd_ficathon
Prompt: Downtime, catching up time, dinner, hanging out
Summery: Downtime leads to confessions of feelings.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, and my muse ran away, so don't blame me.
Daniel paused as he came out to the deck in back of Sam’s house. Her blonde hair was peaking up over the lawn chairs they had washed off since the summer’s use. He saw the light gray blanket he had brought out hanging over the sides of the chair. He looked down at the hot coffee he was in the process of delivering and smiled, continuing to his chair beside her.
“Coffee?”
“I thought you had gone missing making a cup,” Sam replied, gratefully accepting the offered mug. “I was about to call in the Marines.”
“I was checking on the cookies,” he said, sipping his own mug.
He turned to look at her and once more found himself smiling. She looked so comfortable, wrapped in a blanket, hands peaking under and wrapped around the warmth of the liquid. She looked… peaceful. Not at all like the Colonel who had been ordering two junior officers to a retrieval mission as she handed them extra ammo. She was the soldier. She was the woman. Daniel wrapped his hands around the cup once more and looked over the lawn. She was all he ever dreamed of.
The mission had been a success, and the retrieval of yet another piece of technology that they hoped would lead them closer to Merlin’s weapon, or at least a location. Sam had a few patches on her arms where some debris had hit her, but was deemed okay. SG-1 was put on a two-day stand down, a mini-vacation each appreciated after working so long and hard. Daniel had suggested a nice quiet evening, and Sam had asked him to spend the weekend with her.
He fingered the blanket for a moment, looking up as she turned her head. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit tired; these missions take more out of you then you realize. But,” she paused and turned slightly in the chair, “having you here, helps a lot. Thanks.”
He moved his fingers up to her face, caressing her beautiful features and letting himself drown in her blue eyes. “Any time. We are a team.”
“And we make a damn fine one at that,” she said, pressing her cheek into his fingers. “Thank you.”
Daniel paused, tracing her chin and pulled away. “Any time.”
~*~*~*~
It ended up snowing, the first real snow of the season and Sam and Daniel had made a dash into the house to stay both dry and warm. Daniel once more found himself standing in the kitchen and looking at Sam across the room. Why was it always so hard to break through the spell of “just friends” that seemed to surround Sam?
They had cleared the cookie sheet, only three actual cookies making it onto the cooling rack. Sam had confessed she liked her cookies warm and gooie, while snatching another one off the sheet. Daniel offered to make some dinner and had started some chicken pasta and was currently letting it simmer.
“Hey there is some special about Egyptian customs and how they influence the religion of the area,” Sam called. “You want to play critic?”
Daniel laughed. It had become a popular “sport” among the teammates of SG-1 to critic the TV shows and documentaries that aired regarding their field of expertise. “Your on!”
He piled two plates with food and then brought it over to the coffee table, handing Sam a fork. They ate and talked, joking about the actors who were suppose to be “ancient Egyptians” and how they wore the wrong color make up for the temple ceremonies.
As usual, they finished their day, coffee in hand, discussing anything and everything. Sam tucked her feet under her and faced Daniel while he adjusted the blanket over his lap. They discussed how much snow would be coming down, how long it would take to melt and if it had ever snowed so much in the past.
Daniel paused to smile after Sam had told him an update on Cassie. There was no denying Sam was proud of Cassie and all she had accomplished. He drained his cup and looked over at Sam, wondering if she ever had kids how much prouder she would be.
~*~*~*~
“Daniel?”
“Yes Sam?”
She paused in the doorway before coming into the guest bedroom. “I think we need to talk.”
Daniel sat up, and clicked on the small lamp by the bed. “What’s wrong?”
She sat with her hands playing with the hem of her robe, as she sat staring at the material. “We have been friends, really good friends, for almost 10 years, right?”
“Ya.”
“And we talk about, I don’t know, everything.”
Daniel nodded.
“Well, I think I haven’t been too honest with myself over the last few years.”
Daniel nodded again, holding his breath for some unknown reason.
“I think, gawd,” she sighed and looked away. Bringing her eyes to his face, he noticed her searching for something. He touched her wrist slightly, begging her to go on. “I think I really like it when you touch me. And when you hug me, or just stroke my hair. I’m so military that I guess I figure I don’t need it, but then,” she paused, and Daniel saw her eyes soften, “then you do something and I feel like I am … melting inside. Gawd that makes no sense!”
Daniel put a finger over her lips, as she was about to try to explain it again. “I understand.”
He saw a spark of gratitude in her eyes as she smiled and slowly nodded her head. “Do you think, maybe,” she hesitated and Daniel pulled the covers back, beckoning her under the warmth and to lie next to him. She smiled softly and slid under the covers, as Daniel pulled them back over her.
“Any time you want. I am here,” Daniel said, letting out the breath he had been holding in. “And the hugs and such are always available too.”
“I may take you up on that.” Sam fell silent and Daniel rolled over to once more study her profile. “You don’t think I am getting soft do you?”
“Why because you melt on the inside,” Daniel said, with a teasing smile.
“Well, yeah. But also, I don’t know, I have been thinking again about how I may never have a family.”
“You will. You are too stubborn not to have one.”
“Daniel, let’s face it, I’m no spring chicken.”
“Perhaps not to others, but you are still as spunky as ever to me.”
Sam smiled.
“I think I have a confession of my own,” Daniel started. She turned her head and studied him. “When you smile like that, or when you just lay a hand on me to encourage me, I am the one who melts.”
Sam was still for a moment and Daniel once more held his breath. “We are just some melting fools then, aren’t we?” she whispered.
“Yeah I guess we are,” Daniel whispered back.
“I think,” Sam started. “I think it’s called love.”
Daniel met her eyes, bright and blue with a hidden anticipation he had not seen in a long time. “I think you are right.”
Daniel wrapped his arms around her and held her close, whispering a conversation that they had each been holding tightly inside. By three in the morning, Daniel reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging them into the darkness, but not alone in the darkness like so many night before.
“Daniel?” Sam asked, very tired.
“Yes, Sam?” Daniel said, stifling a yawn.
“I love you.”
Daniel smiled into the darkness and kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”
Daniel drifted into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months, arms wrapped around a women he had been loving for years but had feared the rejection of her saying she loved another. Her arms tightened around him and he knew he could really have the woman of his dreams sleep in his arms every night.
Author: Christine/Chris4Short
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, but set somewhere around Pegasus Progect
Word count: 1330
Written for: simallyher for the sd_ficathon
Prompt: Downtime, catching up time, dinner, hanging out
Summery: Downtime leads to confessions of feelings.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, and my muse ran away, so don't blame me.
Daniel paused as he came out to the deck in back of Sam’s house. Her blonde hair was peaking up over the lawn chairs they had washed off since the summer’s use. He saw the light gray blanket he had brought out hanging over the sides of the chair. He looked down at the hot coffee he was in the process of delivering and smiled, continuing to his chair beside her.
“Coffee?”
“I thought you had gone missing making a cup,” Sam replied, gratefully accepting the offered mug. “I was about to call in the Marines.”
“I was checking on the cookies,” he said, sipping his own mug.
He turned to look at her and once more found himself smiling. She looked so comfortable, wrapped in a blanket, hands peaking under and wrapped around the warmth of the liquid. She looked… peaceful. Not at all like the Colonel who had been ordering two junior officers to a retrieval mission as she handed them extra ammo. She was the soldier. She was the woman. Daniel wrapped his hands around the cup once more and looked over the lawn. She was all he ever dreamed of.
The mission had been a success, and the retrieval of yet another piece of technology that they hoped would lead them closer to Merlin’s weapon, or at least a location. Sam had a few patches on her arms where some debris had hit her, but was deemed okay. SG-1 was put on a two-day stand down, a mini-vacation each appreciated after working so long and hard. Daniel had suggested a nice quiet evening, and Sam had asked him to spend the weekend with her.
He fingered the blanket for a moment, looking up as she turned her head. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit tired; these missions take more out of you then you realize. But,” she paused and turned slightly in the chair, “having you here, helps a lot. Thanks.”
He moved his fingers up to her face, caressing her beautiful features and letting himself drown in her blue eyes. “Any time. We are a team.”
“And we make a damn fine one at that,” she said, pressing her cheek into his fingers. “Thank you.”
Daniel paused, tracing her chin and pulled away. “Any time.”
~*~*~*~
It ended up snowing, the first real snow of the season and Sam and Daniel had made a dash into the house to stay both dry and warm. Daniel once more found himself standing in the kitchen and looking at Sam across the room. Why was it always so hard to break through the spell of “just friends” that seemed to surround Sam?
They had cleared the cookie sheet, only three actual cookies making it onto the cooling rack. Sam had confessed she liked her cookies warm and gooie, while snatching another one off the sheet. Daniel offered to make some dinner and had started some chicken pasta and was currently letting it simmer.
“Hey there is some special about Egyptian customs and how they influence the religion of the area,” Sam called. “You want to play critic?”
Daniel laughed. It had become a popular “sport” among the teammates of SG-1 to critic the TV shows and documentaries that aired regarding their field of expertise. “Your on!”
He piled two plates with food and then brought it over to the coffee table, handing Sam a fork. They ate and talked, joking about the actors who were suppose to be “ancient Egyptians” and how they wore the wrong color make up for the temple ceremonies.
As usual, they finished their day, coffee in hand, discussing anything and everything. Sam tucked her feet under her and faced Daniel while he adjusted the blanket over his lap. They discussed how much snow would be coming down, how long it would take to melt and if it had ever snowed so much in the past.
Daniel paused to smile after Sam had told him an update on Cassie. There was no denying Sam was proud of Cassie and all she had accomplished. He drained his cup and looked over at Sam, wondering if she ever had kids how much prouder she would be.
~*~*~*~
“Daniel?”
“Yes Sam?”
She paused in the doorway before coming into the guest bedroom. “I think we need to talk.”
Daniel sat up, and clicked on the small lamp by the bed. “What’s wrong?”
She sat with her hands playing with the hem of her robe, as she sat staring at the material. “We have been friends, really good friends, for almost 10 years, right?”
“Ya.”
“And we talk about, I don’t know, everything.”
Daniel nodded.
“Well, I think I haven’t been too honest with myself over the last few years.”
Daniel nodded again, holding his breath for some unknown reason.
“I think, gawd,” she sighed and looked away. Bringing her eyes to his face, he noticed her searching for something. He touched her wrist slightly, begging her to go on. “I think I really like it when you touch me. And when you hug me, or just stroke my hair. I’m so military that I guess I figure I don’t need it, but then,” she paused, and Daniel saw her eyes soften, “then you do something and I feel like I am … melting inside. Gawd that makes no sense!”
Daniel put a finger over her lips, as she was about to try to explain it again. “I understand.”
He saw a spark of gratitude in her eyes as she smiled and slowly nodded her head. “Do you think, maybe,” she hesitated and Daniel pulled the covers back, beckoning her under the warmth and to lie next to him. She smiled softly and slid under the covers, as Daniel pulled them back over her.
“Any time you want. I am here,” Daniel said, letting out the breath he had been holding in. “And the hugs and such are always available too.”
“I may take you up on that.” Sam fell silent and Daniel rolled over to once more study her profile. “You don’t think I am getting soft do you?”
“Why because you melt on the inside,” Daniel said, with a teasing smile.
“Well, yeah. But also, I don’t know, I have been thinking again about how I may never have a family.”
“You will. You are too stubborn not to have one.”
“Daniel, let’s face it, I’m no spring chicken.”
“Perhaps not to others, but you are still as spunky as ever to me.”
Sam smiled.
“I think I have a confession of my own,” Daniel started. She turned her head and studied him. “When you smile like that, or when you just lay a hand on me to encourage me, I am the one who melts.”
Sam was still for a moment and Daniel once more held his breath. “We are just some melting fools then, aren’t we?” she whispered.
“Yeah I guess we are,” Daniel whispered back.
“I think,” Sam started. “I think it’s called love.”
Daniel met her eyes, bright and blue with a hidden anticipation he had not seen in a long time. “I think you are right.”
Daniel wrapped his arms around her and held her close, whispering a conversation that they had each been holding tightly inside. By three in the morning, Daniel reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging them into the darkness, but not alone in the darkness like so many night before.
“Daniel?” Sam asked, very tired.
“Yes, Sam?” Daniel said, stifling a yawn.
“I love you.”
Daniel smiled into the darkness and kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”
Daniel drifted into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months, arms wrapped around a women he had been loving for years but had feared the rejection of her saying she loved another. Her arms tightened around him and he knew he could really have the woman of his dreams sleep in his arms every night.