Title: Sam's Return: Stay With Me
Category: Family/ Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I own Jake and the idea of this story. Nothing else. And I'm sure as hell not getting paid for this.
Summary: Sequel to Sam's Return: Don't Let Go. Set 3 months after DLG.
Authors notes: So 4 years after I last updated DLG, I finally have something to post… I'm not expecting any reviews or anybody to read this… but we'll give it a go! Just a short one to start with. (ps. I have no beta so all mistakes are mine!)
Stay With Me.
3 months after Don't Let Go.
"Daddy!" Jake yelled from the top of the stairs.
Jack closed the front door and turned around, glancing at a sniggering Sam as he did, and walked the short distance to the foot of the stairs.
"I thought I just put you to bed," Jack mock scolded as he put his hands on his hips.
"You didn't read me a story daddy," came Jake's innocent sounding reply, his brown eyes pleading.
"Yes I did," Jack told him patiently.
Jake smiled wickedly. "It was the wrong one daddy."
"Jake. Get back to bed," Sam sighed.
Jake knew he was defeated when his mother got involved. He pouted and folded his arms over his Thomas pyjama clad chest. He fully intended to push his luck.
"Now," Sam said sternly as she pointed in the direction of his room. She continued to stare at her son until he finally huffed and sulked his way back to bed, grumbling as he went.
"Evil," Jack muttered quietly.
"You can't spoil him all the time Jack," she stated as she folded her own arms over her chest.
"I know," he sighed as he turned around and opened the door once more. "Thanks for dinner."
"Any time," Sam smiled as he walked out of the house and towards his truck. "See you tomorrow?"
"Of course!" he called back as he climbed in and started the ignition.
Sam waved goodbye before closing the door and walked back into the living room. She sank down on to the couch and picked up her dog-eared romance novel that her sister-in-law had sent her. Apparently her sister-in-law loved that book judging by the condition it was in due to be being read as much as it had.
As Sam opened the book where she had left off she had to scramble to catch some of the pages that fell out. She laughed to herself and put them back.
After reading the first sentence five times Sam knew she wasn't going to get any reading done. There was just too much on her mind.
It had been three months since she had spoken to Jack after being let out of the infirmary. She honestly didn't know where the time had gone.
She smiled, knowing things were going well between them. For the past two months, the three of them had been eating at least one meal per day together - usually dinner, sometimes lunch - depending on Jack's working schedule.
Sam herself rarely went off world. She only went when she was required, and only if SG-1 was on Earth. As much as she trusted Diane, she didn't want to intrude on the woman, she was getting older and had her own things to do.
She knew she would need to get some of Jake's things ready tomorrow. It would be Friday. And every Friday that Jack was on Earth, Jake would stay with him. And she knew that Jack loved it.
While Sam appreciated that Jack loved having his son stay with him, and she loved the fact that she was ok with it - and was actually the one to suggest it - she hated it.
She wasn't used to being on her own. She was used to having her son somewhere in the house. She loved to stand in his doorway at night and watch him sleep soundly cuddled up with his Mickey Mouse teddy that Grandpa had bought him.
She loved the fact that she had been able to let Jack in. Albeit slowly at first. But she was getting there. He never pushed her, instead he stood back and let her do things at her pace. And when she gave him an inch, he took it with both hands and cherished it.
In the past three months he had never suggested anything to her. He waited patiently. When she suggested that they have a meal a day together (work permitting) he accepted, and thanked her.
When she suggested that Jake stay with him one night a week (work permitting) he couldn't hide how happy he was. All he wanted to do was hug her, but he didn't, instead smiling brightly at her. She was trusting him, and he loved every minute.
And when she suggested they do things as a family, like going for walks or going to the park, he couldn't control himself. He pulled her in to a bear hug, but quickly released her when he felt her freeze, apologising as he did.
But she waved him off. "I need to get used to it," was all she said.
She was happier than she had been in a long time. Yet, she was still on her anti-depressants, and she still froze when he touched her. But she was working on it. And she would continue to work on it. For Jake's sake. And more importantly; her own.
She hated that even after four years that even a simple accidental touch would make her freeze. But she knew she could get over it, given just a little more time.
But she was proud of herself for coming as far as she had. And she knew that Jack, her dad, and the rest of her friends were proud of her too.
And that was all that mattered.
One week later
Jake lay on his belly on the floor and played with his toy cars, making revving and screeching noises.
Jack walked into the living room with a mug of coffee in hand and sat on the couch. He would stay and help get Jake ready for bed, then head home. He smiled when he thought about his usual routine. He knew tomorrow that Jake would be staying with him and he couldn't wait. He placed his coffee mug on the table in front of him as he continued to watch his son play.
He glanced up and smiled as he saw Sam put her mug down next to his. That wasn't normal. He started to get confused. Usually she would put it at the other end. They always sat at opposite ends of the couch. Maybe she was going to sit closer to him tonight. He felt hope float around his chest at that thought. He looked from her to her coffee mug, then back to her. She looked nervous.
"You ok?" he asked quietly as he watched her shift her weight from one foot to the other and grind her hands together.
She nodded her head and took a deep breath before taking a step towards him and sitting down on his knee, curling up against him. It took her a few seconds to relax and when she did she sighed happily.
"This is new," he said lightly, wondering what to do with his arms.
"I need to know I can do this," she whispered back. "Put your arms around me?"
Happiness swelled in Jack's chest and he hoped against everything that this wasn't a dream. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her and smiled. He rested his clasped hands lightly on her hip and almost exploded with glee when she snuggled in closer.
With a shaking hand and ragged breath, she reached up and her hand hovered over his neck.
"Take your time Sam, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered in her ear.
She swallowed hard and nodded. To who she wasn't sure. She knew she could do this.
Just do it Sam, she thought, just lay your hand on his neck and breathe. He won't attack you.
Slowly and nervously she lay her hand on his neck and smiled happily to herself, she'd done it.
"Thank you," she said, suddenly.
"What for?" he asked.
"Being so patient with me," she looked up at him, trying to see what he was thinking.
"Always," he smiled.
Their coffee and time sat on the table forgotten about until Jake yawned. Sam looked to the clock on the wall. It was well past Jake's bed time, by over an hour.
"Time for bed mister," Sam said as she detangled herself from Jack's soft embrace.
"But I'm not tired mummy," he yawned, covering his mouth.
"Yes, you are. Come on," she held out her hand to him and helped him off the floor.
Between the two of them they got Jake ready and in to bed in five minutes, Jake falling asleep as he walked to bed from the bathroom. Jack carefully picked the small boy up off the floor and carried him to bed and silently tucked him in. Sam placed Mickey next to him before kissing him on the head and walking out of the room.
They made their way back to the living room, where Jack picked up his coffee mug.
"Coffee's cold," he stated after taking a small sip.
"You want another one?" she asked, pointing to the kitchen with her thumb.
"Nah, I should go."
"You could stay…" she trailed off.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, if you wanted," she nodded. "We could do breakfast."
"I'd like that," he smiled as he sat back down on the couch.
Sam sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder and gently put one of her hands in his.
Jack couldn't believe how many steps she had taken that night, but he was so proud of her and couldn't help but smile.
Thoughts of the past five months went through his mind. He couldn't get his head around the fact that he had a son. And the thought of his conception still, and always would, tore him apart with guilt.
He thought of Sam and all the progress she had made since she had walked back into his life. He smiled when he thought of their little family and how well things were going.
They sat in comfortable silence for the next few hours and Jack only noticed the time when he felt Sam fall asleep on his shoulder.
"Hey," he said as he gently shook her. "Time for bed."
Sam nodded as she stood up and stretched. She silently led them up the stairs and Sam walked into her own room while Jack took a step towards the spare room.
"Goodnight Sam," he said, before taking another step towards the room next door.
"Jack?" she asked. He stopped in his tracks when he felt her hand slip into his. He turned around to face her. She chewed on her lower lip as if debating what to say.
"Sam?" he asked in return, looking for their joined hands with their fingers interlaced in a way that felt and looked right.
"Stay with me."