fire and water
by angela
stargate sg-1
august 2005
Hours later, after the handshakes and the drinks and the claps on the back from personnel you barely knew, you'll remember the last few days. From the safety of your own (recently renovated) apartment, you'll remember the tears in Sam's voice as she apologized for giving away most of your belongings; the way Teal'c looked you square in the eye and gave you the tiniest of smiles—and even farther back, the pain of losing Sha're to a terrible fate, only to find her and lose her again, that had resurfaced.
You'll remember all this and more (especially when you notice that all five cartons of soy milk are empty), but only later. Right now the only things you know are Jack's arms around your shoulders and his face in your hair, and a shuddering welcome home that makes you feel as if you'd never been gone at all.