Title: But never meant to last Rating: PG Warnings: spoilers for
Moon; mild profanity; um, there's cuddling, but it's (mostly?)
platonic; gratuitous artistic liberty with Sam Bell's
history/past Summary: Moon. Nor would he tell him that at this
moment, he wished they could come together, become one. So they
could both be happy, they could both go home. Notes: I just
wanted this to happen during the tuck-Sam-into-bed scene. ;_;
Title of this fic is a lyric from The Trapeze Swinger by Iron &
Wine. Disclaimer: I own nothing.  Sam Bell had seen only a
scarce few tragedies in his lifetime. He was an ordinary person
in that regard; one who was lucky to know natural loss. His
father's funeral, his mother's struggle with cancer before it
finally reached remission. The other losses were not entirely
physical, but the pain was equal. The fights with his beloved
wife, the three year mission to the moon taking him from her,
his daughter, three years of watching his baby in his arms as he
rocked her crying form to sleep,