SG1: Jack/Sara
Title: Contented Hum
Author: Witblogi
Fandom: SG1
Pairings:Jack/Sara
Rating: PG
Warnings: Don't actually know the characters!
Summary: Jack invites Sara for dinner with him to get some things off his uncommunicative chest.
Notes: This ...is weird
Contented Hum
Jack sat, broodingly slouched in his chair, his tie crumpled and his gaze distant. His finger traced the rim of the crystal wine glass a little short of half full with a fine merlot a dull hum issuing from the vibrations. To anyone walking by he would have seemed stood up, unhappy, depressed.
“ Jack?” He blinked up at her, alert in a moment and straightened up in his chair.
“ Sara, please,” he stood and gestured to the chair across from him at the square table. She looked the same as always in the low lighting, a bit unsure as she glanced over her shoulder to the softly playing string band. They sat down together eyes meeting tentatively, and slow smiles spreading like slow moving bittersweet molasses across their faces.
“ I was a bit surprised to get your message,” She confessed, glancing down into her lap as she shook out her napkin and settled it there.
“ I miss you,” The statement was delivered with an unblinkingly steady gaze. She furrowed her brows and opened her mouth to say something more but was interrupted by the waiter offering more wine and their menus for the evening.
They made polite small talk about tuna or chicken edging around the unspoken but perfectly palpable tension between them. Once their hands were free and they had each taken a sip from their glasses the suspense reached its breaking point.
“ We couldn’t have stopped him,” he said stiltedly, his eyes sad as he touched his shining silver knife fleetingly.
“ Jack-” She put her wine down, curling her fingers up and resting her hands on either side of the setting.
“ I do care,” his mouth tightened, and he refused to look up, “ I’ve always cared,” They sat in silence for a while, their fingers fumbling with cutlery and napkin edges.
“ I didn’t think you’d asked me here to talk about that,” Her voice shook ever so slightly and she took a deep breath when she finished. Jack blinked up at her seriously.
“ I didn’t, it just had to be said,” he straightened again and tugged a bit on his tie, bringing a small smile back to her face.
“ You never did like wearing a suit,” she shook her head in fond memory as he gave a sigh and dropped his hands.
“ The occasion called for one and so here I am,” he smiled gently in response to her and they shared the small comfortable moment for as long as possible.
“ What is the occasion, Jack?” Sara looked at him expectantly, reaching for her wine again but not plucking it off the table, instead just fingering the graceful stem. He took in her slender fingers, pale and unadorned, remembering a time when they held his everything.
He reached out and carefully placed his hand over hers, pulling her warm accenting digits into his palm for safekeeping, “ You. Us,”