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angelicalangieTitle: Shattered
Rating: U
Character: Sam/Martouf
Category: Angsty McAngsty pants
Summary: when the past and the future collide, the only way is out
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Notes: Comments are welcome, this is entirely unbeta'd
The house was silent, and though the colours on the wall were warm and inviting, she feels chilled to the core. She picks up the photo from his bedside table, in it she wears a white shift dress and her hair was tousled, her grin was large enough to spread across her face and she was bent slightly at her waist, whilst the man in the photo had his arm around her and his hand gently holding her hip. He looked at her with gentle adoration, he wore a grey suit and his shirt collar was unbuttoned, he too wore a happy smile.
She returned the photo back to its place and stood up, he wasn't home yet and she had always hated waiting. She looked at her side of the bed in comparison to his, barren and bare, much like how she felt the relationship had become. They had married when he had been granted asylum and inevitable naturalisation. Their relationship had begun in earnest and in secret. It had been fun and filled with laughter. The base had know within months that they were together and within the year they were married.
They had lain in bed many nights and dreamed of a future where the war with the Goa'ulds no longer existed and he could begin living as a normal person. He had often laid his hand on the soft swell of her abdomen and shared his dreams of how she would nestle a baby of theirs there. She placed her hand over that spot now, and sighed, dreams always seemed to shatter in her world. She walked into hallway and down the stairs, walked into the kitchen and looked at how beautiful it looked, and felt an imposter in her home.
The door opened, he dumps the rucksack he had taken to carrying on the floor by the couch, picked up the mail she had brought in from the mailbox and flipped through the junk that seemed to increase daily. He dumped it in the paper basket, put the keys on his hook and closed the door behind him and walked through the living room into the kitchen and took his wife in his arms.
“Evening Samantha. Think we ought to call in for take out?” He kissed her behind her ear and attempted to entwine his fingers with hers. “how was your day off.”
“It was fine, we need to talk Martouf.” She was taking shallow breaths, that should have been his first clue that she was stressed he would believe in hindsight. She moved to the breakfast bar and stood behind it. Moving towards her he looked in her eyes, then something caught his eyes.
“Are you planning a trip Samantha?” Her packed bags sat before the kitchen door. She looked up at him seeing nothing but a puzzled expression in his eyes, but little forewarning of what was about to happen to him.
“I'm moving out Martouf. You are going to need these,” she pushed the papers towards him. “I just don't think I can go on. I spend so much time these days off world, and my new post isn't even in this galaxy. There is every chance that I won't come back, the Wraith are far worse than the Goa'uld ever were. We can never survive all of this,” she pauses and draws in a breath before finishing. “I'm not sure I am in love with you any more either.”
Its a final death knell in the one sided conversation and Martouf looks at her slack jawed and broken hearted, tears running down his face unchecked. He can't understand how she can just walk away so quickly, how the decision is made so soon. He was mated for longer than she has lived and she is walking after a handful of years, the panic sets in, and he just can not understand, just how she can walk away from something he feels could last forever.
“I'm sorry,” she says as she turns and picks up her bags, “I will reroute my mail to my new apartment, when I get it sorted. I am staying with a friend until then.” She opens the door and turns her head and sees he hasn't moved, but is watching her bewildered and lost looking. She turns her head, opens her car door puts her bags in the back and gets in the front door. Tears are threatening to fall, but she refuses to allow it in front of him.
She hits the road and ten minutes later she has pulled to the side of some road she will never remember, she pulls her hands to the top of the steering wheel and rests her head as she cries. She never realised when they got together that the much as her love for him was deep, it was tinged too much with someone else's experience of it, so much so, that she could no longer stop the overwhelming familiarity, and the overwhelming claustrophobia that has set in, in her marriage, like a poison, unbidden and paralysing. It's over, she knows it, her heart and soul know it also. Yet she wishes that it were not so.
Rating: U
Character: Sam/Martouf
Category: Angsty McAngsty pants
Summary: when the past and the future collide, the only way is out
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Notes: Comments are welcome, this is entirely unbeta'd
The house was silent, and though the colours on the wall were warm and inviting, she feels chilled to the core. She picks up the photo from his bedside table, in it she wears a white shift dress and her hair was tousled, her grin was large enough to spread across her face and she was bent slightly at her waist, whilst the man in the photo had his arm around her and his hand gently holding her hip. He looked at her with gentle adoration, he wore a grey suit and his shirt collar was unbuttoned, he too wore a happy smile.
She returned the photo back to its place and stood up, he wasn't home yet and she had always hated waiting. She looked at her side of the bed in comparison to his, barren and bare, much like how she felt the relationship had become. They had married when he had been granted asylum and inevitable naturalisation. Their relationship had begun in earnest and in secret. It had been fun and filled with laughter. The base had know within months that they were together and within the year they were married.
They had lain in bed many nights and dreamed of a future where the war with the Goa'ulds no longer existed and he could begin living as a normal person. He had often laid his hand on the soft swell of her abdomen and shared his dreams of how she would nestle a baby of theirs there. She placed her hand over that spot now, and sighed, dreams always seemed to shatter in her world. She walked into hallway and down the stairs, walked into the kitchen and looked at how beautiful it looked, and felt an imposter in her home.
The door opened, he dumps the rucksack he had taken to carrying on the floor by the couch, picked up the mail she had brought in from the mailbox and flipped through the junk that seemed to increase daily. He dumped it in the paper basket, put the keys on his hook and closed the door behind him and walked through the living room into the kitchen and took his wife in his arms.
“Evening Samantha. Think we ought to call in for take out?” He kissed her behind her ear and attempted to entwine his fingers with hers. “how was your day off.”
“It was fine, we need to talk Martouf.” She was taking shallow breaths, that should have been his first clue that she was stressed he would believe in hindsight. She moved to the breakfast bar and stood behind it. Moving towards her he looked in her eyes, then something caught his eyes.
“Are you planning a trip Samantha?” Her packed bags sat before the kitchen door. She looked up at him seeing nothing but a puzzled expression in his eyes, but little forewarning of what was about to happen to him.
“I'm moving out Martouf. You are going to need these,” she pushed the papers towards him. “I just don't think I can go on. I spend so much time these days off world, and my new post isn't even in this galaxy. There is every chance that I won't come back, the Wraith are far worse than the Goa'uld ever were. We can never survive all of this,” she pauses and draws in a breath before finishing. “I'm not sure I am in love with you any more either.”
Its a final death knell in the one sided conversation and Martouf looks at her slack jawed and broken hearted, tears running down his face unchecked. He can't understand how she can just walk away so quickly, how the decision is made so soon. He was mated for longer than she has lived and she is walking after a handful of years, the panic sets in, and he just can not understand, just how she can walk away from something he feels could last forever.
“I'm sorry,” she says as she turns and picks up her bags, “I will reroute my mail to my new apartment, when I get it sorted. I am staying with a friend until then.” She opens the door and turns her head and sees he hasn't moved, but is watching her bewildered and lost looking. She turns her head, opens her car door puts her bags in the back and gets in the front door. Tears are threatening to fall, but she refuses to allow it in front of him.
She hits the road and ten minutes later she has pulled to the side of some road she will never remember, she pulls her hands to the top of the steering wheel and rests her head as she cries. She never realised when they got together that the much as her love for him was deep, it was tinged too much with someone else's experience of it, so much so, that she could no longer stop the overwhelming familiarity, and the overwhelming claustrophobia that has set in, in her marriage, like a poison, unbidden and paralysing. It's over, she knows it, her heart and soul know it also. Yet she wishes that it were not so.
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Date: 2010-04-30 10:14 pm (UTC)I am glad you like it though
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