TITLE: Just Like Jesse James
SUMMARY: Sam will not go quietly into that good night.
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: Angst, Romance, Character Study, Sam/Jack, Sam Being Awesome
WORDCOUNT: 220
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, making no money from this, please don't sue.
NOTES: I believe it was![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
beatrice_otter who asked for "Sam - I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." And the last few lines - Sam's letter - are borrowed, not mine.
Just Like Jesse James
You recommended me for the Hammond.
It'd look worse on your record if I didn't! Look, Carter, you were meant to set the sky on fire. Go forth and kick ass.
Is that an order, Jack?
Damn straight it is.
--
There are things she never said.
Yeah, sure, I can do that, sir - would you like fries and a coke with that?
--
There are things she never wanted to have to say.
It was an honor to serve with you, sir.
--
There are things she'll never get to say.
I, Sam Carter, take you, Jack O'Neill...
--
As the Hammond plunges towards the hiveship - empty of crew, denuded of shields, without inertial compensators - Sam finds herself smiling. She will not go quietly into that good night.
That doesn't mean she doesn't have some regrets. But she lived as she had to, as she was, as she's proud to have lived.
She's proud to die like this; with meaning.
And, whatever he thought, thinks, or will think when she's gone, she'll never regret them.
--
fin
SUMMARY: Sam will not go quietly into that good night.
RATING: PG-13
CATEGORY: Angst, Romance, Character Study, Sam/Jack, Sam Being Awesome
WORDCOUNT: 220
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, making no money from this, please don't sue.
NOTES: I believe it was
beatrice_otter who asked for "Sam - I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." And the last few lines - Sam's letter - are borrowed, not mine.You recommended me for the Hammond.
It'd look worse on your record if I didn't! Look, Carter, you were meant to set the sky on fire. Go forth and kick ass.
Is that an order, Jack?
Damn straight it is.
--
There are things she never said.
Yeah, sure, I can do that, sir - would you like fries and a coke with that?
--
There are things she never wanted to have to say.
It was an honor to serve with you, sir.
--
There are things she'll never get to say.
I, Sam Carter, take you, Jack O'Neill...
--
As the Hammond plunges towards the hiveship - empty of crew, denuded of shields, without inertial compensators - Sam finds herself smiling. She will not go quietly into that good night.
That doesn't mean she doesn't have some regrets. But she lived as she had to, as she was, as she's proud to have lived.
She's proud to die like this; with meaning.
And, whatever he thought, thinks, or will think when she's gone, she'll never regret them.
--
Dear Jack,
I'm not sorry. I don't regret any of it, not one minute, not one second. Not ever.
Your Carter
fin
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This is exactly the nature of Sam Carter that all the folks who write those stories where Sam decides to work part-time or on base as a civilian so she can marry her twuw-wuv Jack and have his twins (boy-girl, natch!) do not understand.
She was thinking about possible regrets back in Solitudes. She lives a dangerous life, and is smart enough to realize that she needs to face life without them. If she had wanted that conventional life, she would have gone for it, and be living with Jack in a big house and a full brood of Carter-O'Neills by now!