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Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream
Content Warnings: Poem/Drabble, H/C, angst, S/J-ish,
Pairings: Sam/Jack-ishy ish.
Spoilers:
Season: Six/7/fut
Rating: PG
Summary: How does Sam feel about it, you know, having that affect on him..to the point
that it would destroy them both..?
Author's notes: hope you like it, must feed, pwease? and carrots?
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of
Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA,
Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is
for entertainment purposes only and no money
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characters, situations, and story are the property
of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the
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FIGHTER

~~People ask why I'm in love with you,
Cause I'm sitting here with your picture and smilin' to myself,
I'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of you
My heart speaks before my mind thinks through, and I blush as I say yes...~~~
'Lover's Embrace' Christina Aguilera, Stripped.

I'm Sorry.

...I can't Colonel, I'm sorry, but I can't...

Sorry I'm not your girlfriend,
Sorry I'm not your wife,

Sorry if I don't run after you,
Sorry If *now* I don't do what I'm told,

Sorry that I hide myself,
Sorry that there's no one else,

Sorry if you find it hard,
Sorry if you worry about me,

Alone. Without you.

Sorry if my hearts not in it,
Sorry if I wrap around your heart,

Sorry I don't want to go further,
Sorry I can't give my all,

Sorry that we didn't talk,
Sorry that I hid how I *feel*

Sorry, my heart seeks another's
Sorry, my heart longs for you,

No more.

Sorry *us* has come and gone, drifting detached and reflective in emotional asphyxiation.
Strangled, holding on,
One breath.
One loss.
One Care.
One single approaching thought.
You stole them whole-heartedly from me.
No resentment or guilt trailing behind you.

Sorry I don't feel anything for you now.
Sorry I can't bring it back.

...I can't turn back time *Sir*. I can't prevent you from hurting me, and in the sadistic
way you did...

The scratches etching at my heart, my scars won't heal.

They may have taken *it* out of you. The slimy, evil, sadistic-

But it's changed you *Sir*.

Jack left *you*, when it did this to *Me*...

Marks like that don't heal.

So to you,
I can only *now* be defined, not as a woman, female, a scientist, a receiver of your love,

But a Fighter.

*Sir*

So I'll stay strong, and push on,
Like the fighter that I am. wish I could say the same for you...

Likey?
No likey?
Absolutely hated it?

Feed, love to hear it, anything...trying to improve,

Athena
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