Title: Stargate Wives: Season One
Content Level: Age 13+
Content Warnings: None
Pairings: Jack/Sara; Teal'c/Drey'auc
Spoilers: Cold Lazarus
Summary: Stargate wives is where the series generally ran as it did, but Sara, Sha're and Drey'auc are apart of the regular cast like Gen. Hammond and Dr. Frasier. Diverging from "Cold Lazarus" for Sara, "Bloodlines" for Drey'auc and "Forever in a Day" for Sha're. Seen at first through the eyes of Sara as she and Jack gradually get back together again while she also meets and befriends Drey'auc.
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This was born out of a hobbyhorse of mine about couples in scifi. I know it's the reality of the medium, but it's sad that maybe three science fiction television shows in the past forty or so years have had three married couples as regulars, and Firefly killed off theirs in the movie.
So this is divergence from the above show that makes them apart of the regular 'cast' like Hammond and Dr. Frasier.
Common ground of their husbands on SG-1 gives them a common ground to bond, elements of Sara showing and helping her two alien friends adapt to life on Earth as well as their reactions to the events of the following years up to season ten.
Season One: Dear Diary
Now that I've signed the non-disclosure papers, I know I can't talk to anyone about what Jack, dear Jack, had told me about, and I need to talk this out to get my mind around this, so here we go. A diary. A special one I'll keep separate. Probably should write something in my will about burning it after I die, if the government doesn't confiscate it. Though I personally suspect Jack will beat them to it.
Jack. I've missed him so over the years since our lost. His rough hands giving a sense of protection, his compelling eyes, the firm features, and confident set of his shoulders. Most of all his self-confident presence. Its alive again, I can see that now. I saw it die years ago, but somehow Jack O'Neill came back to life and I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad about that.
Charlie wasn't the only one to die that day, our family died with him. The light I saw bring Jack back from the darkness those missions of his took him on, was gone and I didn't expect to see it again. Not until that other Charlie, not until this Stargate he told me about. I haven't met this Dr. Daniel Jackson yet of Jack's, but apparently that young man was the reason he's come back from the dead. Which is pretty much what Jack was before I left him.
Now he seems so much alive, closer to the man I fell in love with, closer to the one I wanted to comfort and have him comfort me. It felt good, it felt awkward, it...I didn't want it to end with this one chance meeting. I was definitely hoping for more from this Jack beyond the grave. Where I mentally buried him before I left him. It was the only way I could leave. If I thought of Jack as alive in anyway, I wouldn't have, couldn't have taken a single step towards the door.
Dinner and the explanation, I'm glad he didn't do it the other way around. I wouldn't have been able to even focus on such a simple thing as eating. Not that dinner wasn't a war on my nerves. He didn't help things by looking so good. His eyes that drew me in, how he flashed a smile, a real, Jack O'Neill warm, dazzling smile. Even when it wasn't dancing along his lips, it was in his eyes.
I felt like my first date with him, and he was so much like my Jack. The man I fell in love with and married.
The explanation was what floored me. I suppose if it wasn't for the non-disclosure papers, and that sense of Jack O'Neill honesty, I might not have believed him. I didn't at first. I was ready to get up and storm out, until I looked, really looked into those eyes of his and felt his hands around mine. Those strong hands I had grown to love, like the rest of him. This was not a man who was joking. Not one of his ideas of odd humor. It was real. Everything he was telling me was real.
To this moment where I am writing this, I can't remember if I was still standing at this point. I know somewhere between him stopping me from leaving, and my realizing he was telling the truth, that a seat had found me. More likely Jack had guided me to one. Chair, sofa, bench, edge of a wall, I could not now recall what I sat upon, looking into those eyes for their anchor of truth. To believe what my mind just didn't want to. In some ways as unbelievable as the fact of Jack being back.
Aliens, other worlds, this whole device called the Stargate. My universe nearly collapsed when Charlie, then our family died. I barely made it through the years afterwards; leaving Jack was nearly the same as burying him. It was what I feared I would do during all those years of his special ops work. Now...now the universe has gotten almost too big, and I get the feeling there are things Jack isn't telling me. That same look he's had when he won't talk about what the latest op was.
Still, this is a beginning with a new life with Jack.
To be continued...