Title: Security

Sam/Jack, fluff, drabble, pg

Summary: Sam's found her security.

Author's Notes: I was babysitting, and was sitting on the stairs (because I'm weird and love to sit on stairs) and I could hear the children upstairs breathing, and it inspired this. If you want to, I'd love to hear what you think of this.


A year ago I wouldn't have thought it possible that I could be right here, right now, for various different reasons. The simplest, and silliest, though, was the sound of someone else breathing next to me. On a regular basis. I'm not a light sleeper, and I manage to sleep listening to my team-mates breathing, even snoring, off-world, but that's different. That's work. I've lived alone for so long I always imagined that someone else's noises would bother me, stop me from sleeping. But they don't. This time, they don't. In fact for once, they help me to sleep. It's comforting, and although it's new, and still slightly unfamiliar, I know I would be lost if it disappeared.

I roll over so I'm facing Jack, and watch him silently. He's not even snoring, just breathing shallow breaths as his body recharges its batteries for the next day. And I smile, and resist the urge to reach out and brush my fingers gently over his face.

This is the most comforting thing in the world.