Author: Mel(anie) Stasiak
Warnings: character death (Janet/Teal'c drabble)
E-Mail: MSta280478@aol.com
Rating: PG/M
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Don't own them - never will - no money made

Me - and no one else  (Sam and Jack drabble)

I love you – theses three little words made my heart be faster, my blood pressure raise,
my ability to speak go on leave, my world spin around at an incredible speed.

Sam *loves* me. Me – and no one else. Not that slimly Narim guy and not snake boy Marty.

Me – Jack O'Neill. As I look in her deep blue eyes I forget about them pretty fast as I
already did with the Air Force regs… I move a little closer and press my lips lightly on hers.
Our first *real* kiss. Oh Sam, sweet lovely Sam: I love you, too.

Broken dreams   (Sam and Jack drabble)

Here I am. Broken dreams? Well, sure the dreams are broken. But at least I am not.
I am still Major Samantha Carter. Maybe a little shaken and upset. Disappointed.
But me. Unfortunately me. Not someone else. Not her. Not someone he loves. I thought that
maybe he would, but... How could he forget us? How could he forget *me*?
Didn't he know we - specially *I* - would look for him, care for him? Never give up on him?
He showed clearly that he doesn't care for me the way I would love him to.
So, here I am. Broken dreams.

Memories  (ATTENTION: Sam and Martouf drabble)

She’s gone. She won’t come back. Never. The last memories I have of her will last forever,
longer than eternity.  She looked so beautiful that day. Her eyes sparkled as her hand
slightly caressed her belly.
She was with child. The evidence of our trust and love. She went for a walk when they came.
We fought them but not good enough. And then they took her. She had no chance. They grabbed
her and dragged her towards the Chappa’ai. I saw her desperate fight and the pain in her eyes
when she disappeared. I will always love you, Samantha.

Last moments thoughts  (Janet and Teal'c drabble)

I am lying here - dying. I can feel the breath of death enclose my body
and close my eyes to welcome the darkness.
I do not want to think anymore but I can not stop. So much death and
contrary so much friendship.
I think of SG 1and Gen. Hammond. But their faces fade away - the one
that stays, buried deep down in my memory is the face of Doctor Fraiser.
Janet - as she allowed me to call her. And the wonderful time we had,
after I admitted my feelings and told her that I love her.