Stargate SG-1 Fic: a goddamn blaze in the dark (1/1), Explicit

Sam/Jack. Again, not a new fic, just never added it here. :)

Listen. This was not supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a brief and porny one-shot. And then it turned out to be not so brief and not so one-shotty. Then it got long and really porny and somehow feelings appeared? And now it's a whole thing. I'm pretty grouchy about it.

This isn't important yet, but it might be helpful to know that although there's still an age gap between Sam and Jack, I've had to age her up a few years.

Many, many thanks to @sharim28 for again being a fabulous beta. Any remaining mistakes or nonsense are mine.

Oh, and the title comes from “ivy” by Taylor Swift. Don’t worry, nobody’s married and cheating or anything in this story as in the song (that’s my least favorite trope, actually). I just liked those bits of lyrics. :)

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Sam walks into the bar to find it warm, loud, and bustling, and nearly walks right back out again.

She makes herself stand for two, three, four quick beats of her heart until the feeling of being pressed in from all sides and the urge to run passes. Sam knows and likes Janet well enough to brave going to Janet’s birthday party the very same week she’s moved to Colorado Springs, but she hadn’t really thought it through when she’d agreed to attend. Surveying the crowd of people now, though, all of whom look totally comfortable and thrilled to be in each other’s company—she’s seriously questioning her own judgement.

Trying to move into her new house, to prepare for a job she could never even have dreamed of (not even during the hazy half-realties induced by drugs and ever-present pain) is difficult enough. What had she been thinking, trying to add meeting new people to that already long list of challenges?

That’s the thing about Janet—she maneuvers and finesses until a person agrees to things they would normally recognize as ridiculous, and by the time they realize they’ve been gently but expertly steamrolled, it’s too late.