beyond_hope (beyond_hope) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-05-31 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, john crichton, samantha carter |
Who: John and Sam
When: May
Where: John’s place
What: Hanging out
Rating/Warning: Possibly high for mentions of miscarriage
Status: Complete
Sam was beyond pleased when John had text her asking if she wanted to come over. Lizzie had been staying with Leonard and if she was pushed to admit it Sam had gotten a little lonely. That on top of her continued worry about her friend and the dreams made everything just that little harder. But she knew she’d be able to get a few things off her chest that night.
John was one of the people she trusted most in the world and she was very much looking forward to seeing him. So bottle of wine in hand she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
John was stirring the tagliatelle on the hob when he heard the knock at the door. Quickly turning the heat down under the hob so it wouldn’t burn, he wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and headed to open the door for his best friend. “Well hell Sam, don’t you scrub up well,” he teased with a grin as he held the door open for her to come in.
Samantha laughed as she swatted him, “I’ll forgive the cheek since you’re feeding me” she told him with a grin, “Good to see you John and thanks for the invite” she added before handing over the wine.
“You know it darlin’,” John laughed as he accepted the wine and shut the door behind her. “How ya been Sam?” he asked, leading her into the kitchen.
“Urgh, better if I’m honest. A lot of stuff has been happening. I can’t really tell you how much I needed this evening” Sam told him, “But don’t let me burden you all night” she added.
“I’m more than happy to be the unburdonee for the unburdoner,” John replied charmingly as they came into the kitchen, placing the bottle on the counter and turning to look at her with a worried expression. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked with quiet concern.
Sam chuckled at that, "You're the best" she told him honestly. She leant against the counter as she looked at him, "It's Lizzie, she had a miscarriage and since then things have just been kind of crazy and stressful. I mean more for her than me but it's still kind of hard you know?"
"A miscarriage? Wow, that's...awful," John frowned, returning to stir the dinner. "Is she ok? Are you ok?"
“As well as can be. She took a job with the UN pretty soon after, you know the Russia/Ukraine thing” Sam said briefly, “But she’s kind of moved in with Leonard for a while. I think they need each other so I think she’ll be okay. Eventually”
“And what about you?” John asked pointedly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you not answering that part of the question,” he smiled at her.
“Figured I wouldn’t get away with it” Sam replied, “I’ve not been sleeping very well but I just feel kind of helpless to help her or anything” she admitted.
"Not with me Carter," John winked at her, pulling some glasses out and pouring the wine. "You're her best friend, if she needs something she'll come to you I'm sure," he shrugged, handing over her glass. "Maybe the only thing she needs is to forget about it. I mean, I remember her being really great with words but not so great at talking about herself. Know what I mean?"
“My head knows that but the rest of me is being awkward, unlike me I know” she joked with a smile, relaxing already in John’s company. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I think I’d probably be seeking a little normalcy as well if it were me”
“Losing a kid must be hard, I can’t imagine it myself, but she probably doesn’t want to be reminded about it all of the time by talking about it or people treating her different,” John shrugged. “But hey, what do I know about her? I haven’t seen her for years so she’s probably changed a lot,” he shrugged and turned to serve up their food. “Take a seat, Sam, I’ll bring it over to you,” he jutted his chin to indicate she sit at the already laid table just outside of the kitchen.
“Not that much” Sam told him, “Besides, I think that’s good advice for anybody whether you know them or not” she added smiling. “Wow look at you, I feel special” she teased him a little as she sat, “You sure you don’t want me to help with anything?”
“Hey now, I know how to treat a lady,” John grinned. “My momma brought me up proper I’ll have you know,” he waved a serving spoon in her direction before plunging it into the pot. “So has she spoken to you about it?”
Sam smiled at him, "Well this lady thinks she did a pretty good job" she told him warmly before shaking her head, "Not properly"
“Well thank you, ma’am, I will pass on your regards,” John smiled back, serving the food into two bowls. “She’ll come to you if she needs you ,” he shrugged, approaching the table with two steaming bowls of tagliatelle and placing them on the table before turning around and heading to turn the oven off and retrieve the garlic bread and his wine glass. “So what else is new with you, Professor Carter?” he asked, returning to the table and sitting down.
Smiling Sam nodded, “I know, just hard feeling kind of helpless” she admitted. But John was right, Lizzie would come to her if she needed to. “This smells amazing John” she told him as she breathed in the foods aroma. “Lack of sleep?” Sam smiled ruefully, “The dreams are pretty intense right now. Have you had any yet?” she asked curiously.
“Lack of sleep is not a new thing for you missy, I remember you from college,” John teased. “Cheers,” he smiled, lifting his glass to clink with hers before taking a sip. “You’ve been dreaming? What about? Me?” he flirted with a grin, picking up his fork.
“Okay fine, no. It’s not but this isn’t due to work or pleasant company” she grinned, clinking her glass with his and responding in kind. It might seem strange to some how close they were considering they used to date but Sam had always made it clear she wanted him as a friend always no matter what. “Oh John, I always dream about you but this was something new. Surely you’ve heard people talking about the vivid memory like dreams?”
“Glad to hear some things never change,” John replied cheekily before digging his fork into his food. “I know, I’ve had some myself. Weird ass Dreams on a spaceship with aliens,” he shook his head and sighed. “What about you?” he ate some tagliatelle.
Sam grinned back, “Actually mine are pretty similar only replace ‘spaceship’ with ‘Stargate’ which is a device that creates a stable wormhole enabling instantaneous transportation to another stargate located many light years away from the starting point” she explained.
“You have wormholes in your dreams too?!” John sat forward in his seat in surprise. “That’s incredible! I was doing an experiment in Earth orbit when a wormhole sucked me up and catapulted me across the universe!” he told her in amazement.
"That's pretty strange but maybe it means wormholes are the way to go regarding space travel" Sam grinned, "There's so much stuff in my dreams that I wish was real here"
“Well you’re a smart cookie, Sam. And I’m not too bad myself,” John shrugged. “Why don’t we make them real? I’ve been thinking about the Farscape project, I could do with a brain like yours on the project seeing as DK’s half way across the country.”
"Well I've actually recently been talked into bringing my dream theories into the real world by my TA" Sam admitted, "With Summer coming up I don't see why I can't help you too" she smiled and nodded.
“Who’s your TA?” John asked in between bites.
“Jane Foster” Sam replied, “She has an incredible mind, much like we were at her age, it’s going to be hard to lose her to Stark Industries” she admitted.
“Lose her? She coming to the end of her studies then?” John asked.
Sam nodded, "And she's already had a job offer from Stark so she's pretty much all set" which was good for Jane.
“Trust you to find the best and brightest,” John smiled at her. “Must be a shame to have her scooped up so swiftly,” he mused as he took a sip from his glass.
"You have no idea but I'm hoping my dream stuff will work for her project so I won't lose her completely. She is going to do incredible things though, I just feel it"
“Hopefully, she sounds pretty brilliant, hope I get to meet her,” John told her.
"Oh you will, we need as many brains as we can on this wormhole project and you do have an exceptional brain John"
“I knew you only loved me for my brain,” John winked at her over the rim of his glass.
"Oh I love other parts of you too" Sam grinned, "But your brain is rather special" she laughed, feeling lighter as she sipped her wine. This had been exactly what she needed.