Glowing Candles

by Tamy, 4/3/01


Title:Glowing Candles

Author: Tamy Pooh

Rating: PG13

Series: maybe

Spoilers: Family (S2)

Pairings: Teal'c/?

Date: 04-05-01

Catagory: Post ep/missing scene

Author's notes/thanks: to all my beta's. As always, special thanks to Suzotchka. She make's me and all my stories better. All episode mistakes are mine. I wrote this before rewatching the ep.

website: http:/www.ma-at.net/Pooh

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It had been a hard day- a hard week- for all of SG1. For all of the SGC command structure, come to think of it. Finally, though, everyone was home, on earth, where they all felt they really belonged.

Walking the corridor from the infirmary to his quarters in the mountain, Teal'c was lost in thought. His son and the mother of his child were safe in their new home. He no longer thought of her as his wife. Their joining had always been more of a convenience, he had just convinced himself early on that he was growing to love the woman. Now that he truly knew how it felt to care deeply; love, as the Tau'ri said. He knew he did not have the same feelings for her. He had those feelings for another. He smiled to himself, thinking of the Tau'ri that held his joy, his life, his wonder, in her hands.

He startled out of his day dreaming when he heard the OOOF! of a passing airman, startled at seeing the smile on the big man's face, walked right into a wall. He glanced down quizzically at the airman, who quickly scooted away. The Tau'ri were strange, in many ways. He shook his head.

Reaching the elevator, he entered, indicating the correct floor. Standing straight, he attempted not to fidget. It was difficult. Something he was having trouble understanding.

He kept thinking of the Tau'ri... no he corrected himself with a slight shake of his head... the *human* woman. She was most distracting. The fact that he worked so closely with her on a nearly daily basis did not help. They had just recently started to, as she put it, "See each other," outside of work. For months before, she had been coming to join him sometimes in meditation. She said it eased her thoughts, as well. Their friendship was easing into something more.

The doors opened, and he quickly completed his journey. He was ready for his kel'nor'eem. His thoughts were troubled by all that had happened. When his thought's were troubled, his symbiote got restless. He needed to put his mind at ease. He wanted to speak to the woman, to tell her all that had transpired, but knew she had probably left the base by now. He would meditate, and speak to her tomorrow.

Reaching his quarters, Teal'c opened the door partially. Warm light spilled out into the hall. Light from his candles. Quickly entering, he closed the door behind him. He hesitated at the sight that greeted him. There she sat, back against the footboard of his bed, surrounded by the glowing candles.

Looking up, she smiled slightly at him. Eyes and mouth hesitant to show too much. Wanting him to make the first move. He did. Slowly walking over towards where she sat on the floor, he dropped gracefully to his knees. Sinking back to sit on his own heels, he tried to bring his face level to her's.

Reaching out one hand, he gently traced the contours of her face. His finger encountering dampness on her cheeks. He tenderly brushed the tears away, his heart aching. He could not stand to see her hurt, to see her cry.

He started to speak, but she leaned forward, placing two fingers on his lips. He kissed them gently. Watched as her eyes closed at the touch, head dropping forward, then looking back up to him. Tears were again running down her face. She tried to take deep breaths, but he could hear the hitch as she inhaled.

"Teal'c," she whispered, "I know she's safe, and she's your wife. I came to tell you good bye. It's not right, I can not expect anything more than friendship from you. I can't do that now, other than work, I must say good bye."

"Why?" he queried, genuinely puzzled.

"Teal'c, she's your *wife*", she emphasized, "the mother of your son. I can't ask, or expect you to choose between us. Especially as there has not been an *us* completely yet."

Teal'c could feel his symbiote lurching about inside his pouch. It was reacting to the anxiety and tenseness he was feeling.

Teal'c leaned forward toward the woman, "There is no choice to be made. She is the mother of my son. As such, I will never leave her. However, she is no longer my heart. I am not hers. She has already found another. She and I shall always have our son, but you have my heart and life."

Reaching for the smaller woman, Teal'c pulled Janet Fraiser into a tight embrace.

"You, Janet, are the one I... " he stopped, confused at the English words, "you are the one I treasure. The one I love. I have since our first meeting. You fill my soul, and I can not imagine my life without you."

Janet smiled a genuine, full eye and face smile. One arm around Teal'c's neck, she reached down with the other and softly began to stroke the opening of his pouch. She could feel the symbiote's restless movement begin to slow. Teal'c dropped his head, gently kissing her on her forehead. She moved her face upwards. Their lips meeting in a gentle kiss.

They smiled into each other's eyes, knowing the truth of their feelings. Knowing that no matter how long it took, they would be able to work their feelings out. He was going nowhere anytime soon, as O'Neill would say.

Janet Fraiser's breathing evened out, her heart slowing. The man holding her slowly dropped into a light meditation. Holding her to his heart, her hand still gentling his symbiote in it's pouch.

04.02.01

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