Walter retrieved the crystals from the circle then reactivated the rings, transporting Reynolds and the general back to the al’kesh.
Reynolds tried to rouse Hammond. “General. General! Sir!”
“Is he breathing?” Walter asked.
“He may need mouth-to-mouth,” Novak said.
Reynolds clearly didn’t like the prospect, but at Novak’s silent goading, he pinched the general’s nose. Just before he placed his mouth over Hammond’s the general came to.
“Oh, excellent waking up, sir! Good job on the crystals, too.”
Hammond grabbed the colonel’s shoulder and pulled him down to speak weakly into his ear. “Get the ship moving.”
“What did he say?” Novak asked as the colonel sat up.
“He said, ‘Get the ship moving.’”
Walter and Novak rushed off as Reynolds helped the general up.
A display console confirmed it: Hyperdrive course – plotting.
“Much better,” she said with a smile.
A voice came from the doorway. “Lose the weapon. Move away from the console,” Sam ordered while holding a zat on the intruder.
Janet turned and eyed the blonde. “I liked you better tied up.”
“Against the wall. Lose the weapon.”
She removed the weapon from her waist and dropped it on the floor. “This suit will still absorb zat blasts.” Janet walked over to the wall, then turned to face Sam with her arms held out wide. “So, you should probably make me take it off
“What about your head?” Sam asked pointedly. “I think we’ll turn the ship around first.”
“I don’t know. If I had me at gunpoint, that wouldn’t be my first choice.”
“Yeah, well...” Sam admitted to herself it wasn’t really her first choice either; however, she had a duty. She walked over to the console and input the appropriate commands. The system merely beeped at her. “What’s going on?” she asked the brunette.
“I rewrote the access codes so I’m the only one who can use the navigation systems.”
“Listen, hundreds of lives are at stake. I’m trying to save the last of my people and this ship is their only hope.”
“Maybe if you’d mentioned that off the top–”
“Would you really have helped?”
“Look, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we were also on a rescue mission.” The console beeped a warning, prompting Sam to look at it.
“What is it?” Janet asked.
“A ship just appeared on our radar. It’s an al’kesh.”
“This quadrant is crawling with Goa’uld vessels. Chances are it’s not your friends. I made sure that ship was fully disabled when you showed up.”
“We have to raise shields and arm weapons.”
“I’m going to try to hail them first,” Sam replied, moving to a different console.
The brunette burst into action, kicking the zat from Sam’s hand and then punching her in the face. Sam had been taken completely by surprise. She had no idea the petite intruder could move that fast or hit that hard. As Sam lowered her hands from where she’d covered her face, she saw Janet at the ready, with her hands up and in a fight stance. Janet tried to punch the blonde again, but was blocked. Sam landed a punch to the brunette’s nose.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her hands few to her face and she doubled over. “You hit me!!”
Sam rolled her eyes and bent towards the woman. “You hit me!”
“Yeah. You know, we could just have sex instead.”
Without warning, Janet punched Sam again, then kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her flying across the room. She ran across the room to the blonde, kneeled over her, grabbed her ears, and hauled Sam to her feet. Sam cried out and tried to dislodge the brunette’s hands from her ears, but eventually resorted to grabbing Janet’s hair and pulling it as she backed the brunette against a wall. Janet finally let go and ducked down out of the blonde’s grasp just as Sam threw a punch at her. Sam’s fist smashed an electrical panel on the wall and sparks flew. She grasped her fist in pain and groaned.
Janet, crouched on the floor in front Sam, grabbed a small fire extinguisher and slammed it into the blonde’s stomach, doubling her over. The brunette followed that up with a punch that pushed Sam back against a console. A second punch sent the blonde backward over the console and onto the floor.
Hammond joined Reynolds, Novak, and Walter on the bridge.
“Feeling better, sir?” the colonel asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
“We just caught up with the Prometheus.”
“It was all Novak, sir.”
The woman smiled proudly... then hiccupped.
They’re not responding to our hails, sir,” Walter reported.
Sam crawled around the side of the console. From where she stood on top of the console, Janet jumped down in front of the blonde. Sam turned and crawled in the opposite direction. The brunette jumped onto Sam’s back, wrapping her thighs around the blonde’s neck. Sam managed to get to her feet, but stumbled backwards. Janet grabbed onto a strut on the ceiling and continued to squeeze her thighs around the blonde’s neck.
Sam managed to force Janet’s legs apart and get out of her grip. She then turned so she was facing the brunette. Still hanging onto the strut, Janet kicked the blonde hard and knocked her onto her back. The brunette dropped to the floor, jumped onto of Sam, straddling her waist. She leaned down, gazing into the blonde’s big, blue eyes from only a few inches away.
“Are we done?”
Janet took Sam’s head between her hands, pulled her up into a sitting position, gently caressed her cheek, and then claimed the blonde’s lips in a passionate kiss.
Sam was stunned by the kiss. She accepted the kiss, opening her mouth and admitting Janet’s tongue, before she could even form the thought or inclination to not do so. The kiss was arousing and stole her breath. Then her reason seemed to return. Sam pushed the woman away, breaking their kiss.
“You’re a fruitcake!”
Janet, who had really been enjoying the kiss, didn’t react well to being pushed away. She savagely head butted Sam, smiling in victory as blue eyes crossed and the blonde slumped back onto the floor. Janet stood and walked over to the console. As she was entering a command she was shot in the head by a zat, which dropped her to her knees. Janet managed to turn and look at Sam – with zat in hand – before falling unconscious.
“Weapons?” Hammond asked as they looked out the viewscreen at the Prometheus.
“Online,” Walter replied. “We’re in range.”
“Target the rear thrusters. Take out her sub-light capability.” The general hated giving the order to fire on his own ship, but they needed to prevent the Prometheus from getting away.
Before the al’kesh could fire, a hyperspace window opened in from the Prometheus. It flew into it and disappeared.
“She just jumped into hyperspace,” Reynolds stated unnecessarily.
When Janet came to she was lying on the floor of the brig. “Ow,” she groaned and slowly sat up, looking around. Then she realized she was wearing an Air Force jumpsuit rather than her sleek catsuit. “Oh, that’s just great.” She almost jumped when a voice came over the intercom.
“I see you.”
Janet located the camera in the room, stood, and walked towards it.
“Did you have fun taking off my clothes?”
“It was your idea,” Sam replied.
“No. I meant when I was conscious. You know, so I could distract you and kick in the head,” the brunette countered.
“I kept my eyes closed the whole time,” Sam lied through her teeth. She’d had a hard time tearing her eyes away from the brunette’s practically perfect body. Her mouth watered at just the memory. Her hand involuntarily reached out and touched the image of the beautiful woman on her monitoring screen.
“I’m sure you did,” Janet replied sardonically.
“So, where are we going?”
“I told you – to save my people. Can you please let me out of here?”
Janet wearily sat down on the cell’s metal toilet. “You know, I haven’t eaten in days.”
“Could you please tell me how to access the navigation controls?”
“It isn’t very nice, you know, starving a prisoner to death. Come on, Sam, you’ve seen me naked. The least you could do is cook me dinner.”
Janet was at one end of a long table in the mess. Sam was sitting at the opposite end, holding a zat on her.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Janet asked and tossed an apple towards the blonde.
Sam didn’t even attempt to catch the apple, so it bounced off the table and onto the floor. “No.”
She gestured to the food, “Thank you. You know the Tok’ra?”
“A year ago, a Tok’ra incited a rebellion on Tyrus. The people rose up against Qetesh, the ruling Goa’uld, and once the Jaffa had been overcome, the Goa’uld was captured alive, tortured, and beaten for days on end.” She paused and took a slow breath. “I was host to that Goa’uld at the time. The people didn’t understand that it was the symbiote that had ruled so harshly. I guess the Tok’ra felt responsible. He rescued me, removed the Goa’uld symbiote, and nursed me back to health.”
“You said your people are in trouble now.”
“It was only a matter of time before the forces of another Goa’uld showed up – a System Lord named Camulus. That’s when the Tok’ra disappeared. People still refused to surrender; Camulus ordered that they be wiped out. We controlled several ships: troop transports, cargo ships, al’kesh. Many people were saved, flown to an uninhabited nearby moon in the system – Tenara. The ships made several trips before most of them were intercepted and shot down. Camulus never knew there were so many survivors, so we were safe. Only problem was, the moon didn’t have a stargate.”
“So you were trapped.”
“We only had a few ships left – not enough to relocate everyone again. It wasn’t a problem. Camulus seemed to have little interest in the other planets in the system. He left behind a small force to guard the stargate on Tyrus. We used the ships to keep apprised of what was happening and to steal supplies and technology wherever we could.”
“You know that Camulus is gone now? He was beaten by Baal.”
“And Baal’s forces are searching every habitable world in Camulus’ territory. His ships are everywhere. It’s only a matter of time before my people are found on Tenara.”
“So you got desperate and tried to steal that al’kesh.”
“It was damaged in the firefight. I was hoping one of my ships would answer my distress call. I’m sure you can imagine how lucky I felt when this ship showed up – it’s big enough to rescue all of my people and take them to a world far away, free from the Goa’uld.”
Sam escorted Janet back to the brig.
“You don’t have to lock me up.”
“I think maybe I do.”
“What difference is it going to make? This ship is automatically flying to Tenara. You can’t stop it.”
“Well, when we get to Tenara I’ll just explain the situation to your people and maybe there’s something we can work out.”
“They’re not going to trust you. You have to let me talk to them.”
“No.” Sam closed the door and reluctantly walked away.
“Sam!” Janet sighed and turned away from the door. “This is bad.”
Sam sat in the command chair, her eyes never straying from the monitor that showed the occupied cell of the brig. There was something irritating... and alluring about the brunette. Part of Sam was impressed. After all, the petite woman had singlehandedly taken over the Prometheus – no small feat. And, despite Sam’s six-inch height and quite-a-few-pound advantage, not to mention advanced hand-to-hand training, the brunette had kicked her ass quite soundly. If not for getting a hold of the zat and using it on the woman, Sam knew their positions would be reversed.
She smiled. Janet was feisty, smart, determined... and beautiful. A real challenge in a number of ways. She just wished she could figure out why she had a niggling feeling of familiarity about the woman. She wracked her brain trying to recall any Janet she may have known in the past. There had been a couple, but they were nothing like the woman in the brig, physically or personality wise.
Sam was pulled out of her thoughts as the Prometheus dropped out of hyperspace. The comm system activated.
“Janet, this is Tenat. We have you on our scanners.”
“Where is Janet?”
“She’s here; she’s just... indisposed at the moment.”
“She did not mention she was working with someone.”
“No, I guess not. Look, I realize I owe you an explanation. It’s a bit of a long story, really.”
“We will hear it in person and inspect your vessel.”
“That’s good, because we’re coming in for a landing.”
“We will meet you at the designated coordinates.”
Sam, dressed in some of the Kull armor and armed with a zat, exited the ship. There were two men waiting for her, and their expressions made it clear they weren’t happy to see her.
“Who are you?” The larger man, well over six feet tall and easily 275 pounds of muscle, demanded. His voice identified him as Tenat.
“Um... my name’s Fett. Boba Fett.”
“Where is Janet?”
Janet had managed to pry open the panel next to the cell door to access the wires and electronics. She located what she thought were the right wires. With fingers mentally crossed, she connected the two wires... and electrocuted herself. She was thrown back a few feet, landing on her back. She let out a frustrated yell.
Her anger turned to surprise and delight when she sat up and saw that the door to the cell was open. She ran to the bridge in search of the blonde.
“We’ll only deal with Janet,” Tenat stated while the second man aimed a weapon at Sam.
She didn’t recognize the weapon, and so couldn’t be totally confident in the ability of the Kull armor to stop it.
“Unless you want to die, you will get Janet out here – now.”
The second man powered up his weapon.
“Look, there’s no need for this. I assure you Janet is on the ship, she’s just indisposed at th–”
“Tenat!” Janet came running out of the ship, throwing herself at Tenat.
He caught her, hugging her tight, and grinned. “Thank the gods that you’re safe! We didn’t know what to think when this,” he gestured at Sam, “came out without you.”
“It’s okay, Tenat. I just had to finish doing something on the ship.” Janet kissed Tenat on the cheek. “You can put me down now,” she said with a smile. She looked at the second man. “And you can put your weapon down, Gar.”
He grudgingly lowered it, pointing it at the ground instead of at the blonde.
The large man set Janet down. He then frowned, “Two death gliders did a flyover about four hours ago.
“Get everyone together and get them on the ship, now,” Janet ordered.
Tenat turned and let out an ear piercing whistle.
“Hey! Wait a minute!” Sam objected.
Janet glared at the blonde. “Look, I told you why I needed your ship. We have to get these people out of here,” she said as she pointed to the first group of women and children arriving in the clearing, accompanied by a few armed men.
Sam bit her lower lip a moment. She couldn’t leave women and children to be captured by the Goa’uld, but she couldn’t allow armed men on the ship. She’d had enough trouble just dealing with the petite brunette.
“Okay. Fine. But no weapons allowed on board.”
Gar aimed his weapon at Sam again. “And just what are you going to do about it?” he sneered, speaking for the first time.
Janet stepped between the two, facing Gar. “It’s okay. Do as she says. What’s important is that we get everyone out of here.” She stared him down for several seconds. “Gar.”
Finally, he relaxed and let out a sigh. “Okay.” He handed the weapon to her. “But only because it’s you asking.”
Janet nodded in acknowledgement. “Thank you.”
She collected weapons from each armed man as they escorted the women and children onto the Prometheus. Sam stood just inside the entrance, directing the refugees to the common areas of the ship. Finally, Janet was the last to board. She handed the heavy duffle, filled to overflowing with weapons, to Sam.
Suddenly two death gliders flew overhead... and fired on the ship. Sam closed up the hatch and both women ran to the bridge.
Sam ran to the weapons console, but couldn’t get the system up. “I need to access the ship’s systems!”
Janet jumped into the pilot’s seat, punched in her code, and activated some systems. “Alright, raise the shields.” She piloted the ship, taking off while the death gliders continued their assault.
The blonde kept a close eye on the shield strength. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go into hyperspace,” she ordered.
“I can’t – it’s not working. We’ve already taken too much hull damage. We have incoming – al’kesh. Arm weapons.” More death gliders joined the pursuit along with two al’kesh. “Shields are failing!”
Sam finally got a weapons lock. The Prometheus began firing on the death gliders and taking them out; however, the fire they were taking was also taking a toll. A number of panels on the bridge blew out around the two women.
“Aft shields are down. We’re almost out of weapons,” Janet reported.
One of the al’kesh dove for the Prometheus, firing. Suddenly it exploded – blasted out of the sky.
“What just happened?” the brunette asked.
“An al’kesh just took out one of its own,” Sam replied.
“Nice work, Sergeant. Target the second al’kesh. Fire at will,” ordered General Hammond.
Walter smiled proudly. “Roger that, sir.”
They pursued the second al’kesh until they were able to take it out as well.
“Colonel Carter? This is General Hammond. Do you copy?”
Sam rushed to the command chair and activated the comm system. “General! It’s good to hear your voice, sir.”
“Likewise. Are you alright, Colonel?”
The blonde looked pointedly at Janet. “We’re fine, sir.”
“Are we clear to ring aboard?”
“Stand by.” She again looked at the brunette. “Unlock the system. Those gliders likely retreated to a nearby mothership. We have to get out of here now, so unlock the system.”
Janet nodded and did as requested.
Sam reactivated the comm system. “You’re all clear, sir.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“I’m not sure. I realize you were trying to save your people, but you did steal our ship.”
Dr. Novak found the general walking down a corridor with Sam, on their way to the brig.
“Sir, we managed to get the shields and hyperdrive back online. However, there was significant hull damage – I wouldn’t recommend a long journey in hyperspace.”
He nodded. “I’m afraid we have no choice but to return to Earth. How long before the ship is ready to go again?”
“Hard to say.”
Sam smiled. “Good work, Lindsey, both here and on the al’kesh.”
“Thank you.” Novak turned to walk away.
“Hey!” Sam waited until the woman turned back. “Hiccups are gone, huh?”
It was obvious from her expression that Novak hadn’t realized. “I didn’t even notice! I guess I was having too much fun!”
Hammond and Sam both smiled with amusement as the woman cheerfully walked away.
Janet looked up when the door to the cell opened. She stood and squared her shoulders as Sam entered. She’d face the consequences of her actions – it had been worth whatever they were to save her people.
“There’s someone here to see you,” Sam said. She stepped aside and General Hammond entered.
The general’s jaw literally dropped. “Dr. Fraiser?!”
It had been eight years since Janet had been addressed as Doctor; eight long years since she’d worn an Air Force uniform. Nevertheless, the old instincts and training kicked in – she involuntarily stiffened to attention. “Sir.”
Sam looked from one to the other and back again in shock. “You know her?”
“Dr. Fraiser was one of the women abducted by Apophis when he came through the stargate eight years ago.”
“Oh, my god. I thought you looked familiar. I was part of the team that was sent to rescue you and the others,” Sam said.
Janet didn’t visibly react, but the general realized he needed to talk to the doctor in private. He turned to the blonde.
“Please excuse us, Colonel. I need to speak with Dr. Fraiser in private.”
Still stunned by the revelation of who the brunette was, she responded absentmindedly. “Sir?”
“Leave us,” Hammond said not unkindly.
She snapped to attention. “Yes, sir.” Sam left and closed the cell door behind her.
Janet was ready when the knock sounded on her door to her quarters... well, the quarters she’d been allowed to stay in once someone decided it wasn’t necessary to keep her in a locked cell. She may have been let out of the brig, but she wasn’t not allowed to go anywhere on the base without a guard. And, of course, she wasn’t allowed to leave the SGC. She hadn’t seen the sun, or the stars, or breathed non-treated air in four months.
She looked at today’s guard, a marine, Sgt. Anne Wallace. “I’m ready.”
They headed to the mess.
Every day she had breakfast in the mess – always at a table by herself – with her guard standing over her. Finished with breakfast, she would then be escorted to a small briefing room on level 25, where she spent hours answering questions and being debriefed by a myriad of people – generals, scientists, engineers, even a politician or two. Lunch was usually eaten in the briefing room while the questioning continued.
When it was decided to call it a day, Janet would be escorted to the mess for dinner and then back to her quarters. Three evenings a week she was allowed some time in the gym – again, under guard. She may not have been in a locked cell, but she was still very much a prisoner.
After breakfast Janet and her guard walked to the briefing room. She wondered who’d be there that day. Some days the endless questioning wasn’t so bad – those were the days that Sam participated. The blonde had the most beautiful blue eyes and a cute, dimpled smile. And she was brilliant. Janet actually enjoyed it when they got into technical discussions. She had never been an engineer, but Janet had always been smart, and after seven years of being a host to Qetesh she retained a healthy understanding of Goa’uld and other alien technologies.
She hoped Sam was one of the ones waiting for her in the briefing room.
Janet was surprised when they arrived and the only person seated at the conference table was General Hammond. He hadn’t been around in weeks.
“Please, have a seat, Dr. Fraiser.” He then looked at Sgt. Wallace. “Wait outside.”
“Sir.” Wallace saluted and left.
A dark eyebrow quirked in surprise. That was a first.
Hammond opened a folder on the table in front of him. “I’ve received daily updates on your debriefing and the information you’ve provided us. You’ve been very cooperative. Colonel Carter says your information has been extremely valuable. In light of your cooperation, it’s been decided to view your unauthorized appropriation of the Prometheus with a little... understanding. No lives were lost, it turned out our Atlantis expedition was fine, your people were saved, and you’ve contributed greatly to our intelligence about the Goa’uld.
“I’ve received a number of recommendations of what to do with you.”
Janet couldn’t resist a sardonic smirk. She had no doubt about what some of those recommendations must be.
“And I’ve made my decision.”
She stiffened. She had been an Air Force officer, she knew what a court martial would have to say about some of her actions. At least Tenat and Gar and the others were safely resettled on a new homeworld.
“I’m giving you a choice. You’re free to go, to leave Earth and join your people on P5J-721 – Nalen. Or...” he paused for a beat, “you may stay here – provided you agree to certain conditions.”
“Just what are those conditions?”
He told her. It certainly gave her something to think about.
“How soon do you need my answer, General?”
He gave her a small smile. “Before I leave here tomorrow afternoon.”
Their meeting ended.
“Come in,” she said when someone knocked on her door. Janet was surprised to see Sam enter.
Janet arched an eyebrow. “Can I do something for you?”
“Actually, I was hoping to do something for you.”
“How would you like to go to dinner?”
“I was thinking about passing – I hear they’re having meatloaf.”
“I wasn’t talking about the mess. I was talking about going out to dinner – off base.” The blonde flashed a dimpled smile. “I was thinking about showing you around in a blatant attempt to show you the advantages of staying.”
“I suppose it’s you I have to thank for the ‘conditions’ of my remaining on Earth.”
Sam actually blushed as she ducked her head. “Um... yeah.”
Janet walked over to the blonde. She stood in front of her just outside Sam’s personal space and crossed her arms. “Are you sure you want me on your team? I’m no longer in the Air Force you know – I won’t be snapping to attention and popping off ‘yes, ma’am’ every time you turn around.”
Sam smirked. “I wouldn’t expect you to. And yes, I’m sure. You’d be a great asset to SG-1. You know a lot about the Goa’uld, you understand quite a bit of alien technology, you sure as hell know how to fight, and...”
“And I’d really like it, personally, if you stayed,” she finished softly.
“Well, you’ve given me some reasons why staying would benefit you, but what would I get out of it? What’s in it for me?”
The blonde smiled again. “Like I said, I was hoping to take you out to dinner to show you.”
“If you want to convince me to stay you’d be better off staying in... and showing me exactly how much you want me to stay,” Janet purred sultrily.
Without looking, Sam reached behind herself and turned the lock on the door to prevent any interruptions. Gazing into dark brown eyes, she took a step forward, took the brunette’s face in her hands, dipped her head, and tenderly kissed Janet.
While it was exactly what Janet had wanted, she was still surprised Sam had actually made the move. When they parted Janet grabbed the blonde by the front of her BDU shirt, turned, and shoved her backwards. Sam was caught by surprise and stumbled until she landed on her back on the bed. Janet had her own shirt removed before she landed on top of Sam and grabbed the bottom hem of the blonde’s shirt, giving a hard yank and opening it by popping off all of the buttons.
Sam grinned. “Is that a yes?”
“It depends on how good you are. You have all night to convince me, flygirl.” She leaned down and claimed the blonde’s lips in a heated kiss.
“Teal’c, Daniel, say hello to our new teammate – Dr. Janet Fraiser.” Sam smiled as she made the introductions.
“Just call me Janet.”
“Welcome, Janet Fraiser,” Teal’c said with slight bow.
Daniel shook her hand. “Welcome to SG-1, Janet.”