Okay, here are four more Sam/Janet ficlets from the prompts I received in this post. I hope you enjoy them.
For oxfordshoes2: SG-1, Sam/Janet
THE RIGHT THING TO SAY
“So, should I wear the short skirt with the long jacket or do you have another suggestion?”
Sam actually started to laugh, which elicited a none too happy look from Janet. “I’m sorry, Janet.” She stifled another chuckle threatening to break free. “It’s just that I don’t see why you’re even standing there trying to decide what to wear. I know you don’t want to go?”
Janet sighed wearily and sat on the side of the bed. “I know. I just...”
“Janet, there’s nothing that says you have to go the dinner just because you received an invitation.”
“But the Lasker Award is such a prestigious award. Dr. Bohner–”
“Is someone you don’t even like, Janet. Why bother with going to his award dinner if he’s such a jerk.”
“I suppose I was kind of hoping to show him...” Janet’s voice trailed off.
Sam moved so she was sitting behind Janet. She wrapped her arms around the doctor and pulled her body back against her own. “You wanted to show him that you’re not the failure he predicted you’d be.”
The sagging of Janet’s body told Sam she’d been exactly right.
“Listen, Janet, I don’t know this Dr. Bohner, or why, as your professor, he said such despicable things to you. No matter what he did to earn this Lasker Award, it couldn’t possibly compare to what you’ve done time and time again – saving countless lives here on Earth and on other worlds! Unfortunately, your accomplishments can’t be documented outside the classified portion of your service record, and can’t be celebrated in and by the public. So even if you go, he’ll never know what everyone at the SGC knows – that you’re the best doctor on this world, and many others. This guy can’t possibly hold a candle to you, and all the people who really matter know it.”
Janet swallowed past the lump that had grown in her throat while Sam spoke. Tears welled in her eyes. “How do you know just the right thing to say?”
“The same way you know what to say to me. I love you, Janet.”
The doctor pulled away from the blonde, but only so she could face her and straddle her lap. She lovingly gazed into bright blue eyes and smile. “I love you, too.”
They kissed tenderly.
For halfbloodme: SG-1, Sam/Janet
THANKS TO HEIMDALL
Sam looked at Janet with confusion in her eyes. She’d heard the words, but they just didn’t register.
Janet smiled. “And here I thought I was rather clear.” She was amused by the flummoxed woman. “Sam, I can’t say it any plainer.”
Still, the blonde looked at her with a complete lack of comprehension.
Janet placed a crooked knuckle under Sam’s chin and physically closed her gaping mouth.
Finally some small part of Sam’s intellect seemed to kick in. “You’re sure?”
“I am a doctor, you know.”
“So Heimdall did it.”
Janet nodded. “Yep. I’m pregnant with our daughter.”
The doctor chuckled. “No Y chromosome, hon. Just your genes and mine, so yes, our daughter.”
A wide smile spread across Sam’s face. She stood and threw her arms around Janet, picking her up and spinning her around.
For oxfordshoes2: SG-1, Sam/Janet
PAID IN FULL
Her Air Force training required that she be able to survive under any wilderness conditions which included finding shelter, warmth, and sustenance. What she didn't realize was that her medical skills would require that same resourcefulness.
She looked at her prospective patient, torn between laughter and revulsion. “What is it?”
“It’s just a baby!” Sam replied.
“But a baby what?”
It looked like a cross between a miniature flying dragon and brown rat.
“I don’t know, Janet, but it’s hurt. You’ve got to help it.”
The men of SG-1 could no longer contain their laughter. Jack and Daniel were both bent over holding their stomachs they were laughing so hard, and even Teal’c was smiling – widely – and let out a chuckle.
But it was the pleading look in big, blue eyes that made her give in. She could never say no those cerulean, puppy dog eyes. Janet eyed the creature in Sam’s hands with misgiving, but also with compassion.
“Alright, Sam. Bring it to our tent.”
The bright grin she received was payment enough for services rendered.
For ml_spikie: SG-1, Sam/Janet
LOW-LEVEL PRIMATES (Sequel to If Only... which can be found here.)
Sam knew the reason she had attacked Janet while under the influence of the virus was because she was in love with her; but how could she possibly explain that to Janet.
Well, one thing was for certain, she couldn’t explain it to Janet if she stayed holed up in her quarters avoiding not only Janet, but everyone – especially the colonel. Janet had explained Sam’s attack on O’Neill was because he was an alpha male. It was how ‘most female low-level primates’ selected their sexual partners. But Sam knew that wasn’t it.
She had been thinking about the doctor, again. She felt herself getting turned on – like she always did when she thought of Janet – but soon it became completely out of control. She had grabbed and kissed O’Neill merely because he was the closest person to her. She would have attacked anyone who’d been there, it didn’t matter who it was. But when she broke her restraints and knocked out a medic to escape, Janet had been the only one she wanted. Sam wasn’t a low-level primate – she knew who she loved.
After the third time she heard O’Neill knock on her locked door and call her name, she decided she needed to get off base and away from everyone. Once she gave the colonel enough time to clear the hallway outside her quarters, she hastily made her exit from the base.
She rode her bike with no particular destination in mind, but somehow wasn’t surprised when she found herself in front of Janet’s house. Almost as if she were still compelled by the Touched virus, she took her helmet off, tucked it under her arm and walked up to the front door. Nervously she knocked.
The door opened.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. Come in,” Janet replied with a look of concern.
Sam stepped past her and into the house. Janet closed the door and turned to follow, but instead found herself almost running into the blonde captain.
Before she lost her nerve Sam spoke. “About what happened – the way I attacked you–”
“Sam, you don’t have to apologize. It wasn’t your fault,” Janet said compassionately.
“Yes, I do!” She rushed to explain before Janet could reply. “I owe you an apology because that should not have been the way you found out about my feelings for you. What you deserve is wine and roses. That should have been how I told you that I love you.”
Janet eyes widened. Did she hear right? “You...”
Sam brought her hand up and gently cupped the doctor’s cheek. “I love you, Janet. Let me take you out and show you – the right way.” She dipped her head and placed a light kiss on Janet’s lips. When she pulled back she saw Janet smile.