Want
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - MGM/Gekko/Double Secret own them. I don't.

Set season four or later, no spoilers. Sam/Jack UST.

Many, many thanks to jackficmum who reminded me of an old fic idea. This isn't the fic, but this puppy sprang into my head after talking about the fic, so thank you! And SMOOOOCH to nel_ani. Ta sweetie!

Not very long at all. Feedback would be loved. I had a great vacation! *g*

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There's a lot that he wants.

He wants to find stray blonde hairs at odd places around the house (and wonder, specifically, just how the hell one ended up in the dishwasher).

He wants to see the wrinkles in the corner of her eyes differently; close up, when she's smiling (or laughing - either would do) at him as they lie in bed together.

He wants to argue about stupid, insignificant things. The remote; what they're having for dinner; his hat is *not* stupid looking - and since when did she care so much about how he looked?

But he really doesn't want to argue about The Simpsons.

He wants to discover all by himself just where the hell that mole is.

He wants to see if she's ticklish at all and if so, just how much (Carter giggling? *So* a sound he needs to hear).

He wants to wipe out the Goa'uld. He wants the satisfaction of personally killing, of wringing the neck of the last Goa'uld who's a threat to Earth and the galaxy, knowing that after this, it's over. He doesn't have to do this ever again.

He wants to speak to Carter, but be able to call her something else.

He wants to be capable of *thinking* of her as something else, without the constant pressure, without always wondering how whatever he's doing looks like to someone else. He's scared as hell about screwing up her career.

He kinda doesn't want to find out how badly Jacob is gonna kick his ass, but acknowledges that it's inevitable and in the long run totally worth it.

He wants to be at home when she returns from a hard day (week? Month?), watch as she gratefully peels her socks off, and then run his fingers over the little dimples left around her ankles.

She'll say he's being stupid. She'll roll her eyes at him. But she'll call him Jack.

There's a lot he wants.

But most of all, it's that.

~FINIS

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