I am also taking up my Stargate100 fic promps again now that I am carving time out for them. I feel bad for letting them just sit in the little box of doom... so look for more of those soon too.
Season: 10 or 11
Summery: Worries are best left in the water.
A/N: Because I don’t have enough Sam-centric fics…
She took a breath, dove under the water, turned and pushed off the wall. One, two, three, breathe, one, two, three, breathe. Arms slicing the water, legs kicking to propel her to the opposite wall. One, two, three, breathe.
The one piece bathing suit was an old friend to her as she had decided to take up swimming again as part of her exercise. It was light blue, with white racing stripes down the sides, and clipped comfortably around her neck. Of course in the two years she had had it, she was able to maintain her physic and it still fit perfectly. Driving to the off base rec center that the Cheyenne Mountain owned, Sam had been greeted by the utter silence that 5 a.m. brought to the pool.
One, two, three, dive, turn, push, surface, breathe. She found the repetition soothing. Comforting. Each stroke lifted another day of her worries. Each breath reminded her she was lucky to even still be alive.
Ten years and she still had butterflies when she saw the shimmering blue of the Stargate. Still could feel the prickle of the coldness that long ago she had found away to compensate for. It was still a thrill to watch the new recruits go through their first battles, even if it was simulated and with fake blood. She couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to be spending all her waking moments with than SG-1.
She pulled herself out of the water, wringing out her hair as she walked to where she had placed her towel. The early morning lights of Colorado Springs twinkled below the rec center. She shook her head slightly and walked back to the woman’s locker, ready to shower and change into her uniform.
She had left a lot of her worries in the water in her morning swim and decided it was a good tradition to start when she wasn’t off-world. Yet, even as she once more got into her car, swim suit and towel in a bag, she knew it would be another day that would pile on more worries.
Sam smiled as she entered into the SGC. Thank goodness for water.