Title: The Prophecy
Fandom: SG-1 (AU)
Pairing: Sam/Janet, Janet/OFC
Rating: eventually NC17
Summary: Months after Janet Fraiser is lost on P3X-666 the Asgard inform SG-1 they must go through the stargate on mission... to fulfill an Ancient prophecy. They find something they never expected.
Spoilers/Timeline: AU. Starts immediately after Heroes II, so anything before then is fair game. However, since this is AU canon may or may not be followed.
Archive: Only with permission
Disclaimer: Stargate and its characters belong to MGM and Gekko, not me. No copyright infringement intended, no money being made.
A/N1: Special thanks to oxfordshoes2 for the beta!
Based on what the woman from the past had already told her, Kris quickly downloaded some information from the computer into a DAT so that she could review it.
“Well, this ship isn’t going anywhere, and according to the computer we’re not anywhere near our last coordinates or P3X-666, so I’m not sure how long we’re going to be here. Let me show you around.”
Kris gave Janet a quick tour. She showed her how to use the waterless ‘shower’ and gave her some additional clothes she could change into. She then left her alone.
While Kris sat with her wife she reviewed the information she had downloaded from the computer. The information verified that Lt. Colonel Janet Fraiser was declared killed in action on the date the doctor said she’d been shot. It also indicated that she was indeed the Chief Medical Officer of the Stargate Program, and that she’d been survived by an 18-year-old daughter, Cassandra Fraiser.
She was surprised that much of the information downloaded was still highly classified and required such a high clearance to access. There was also a large encrypted file named Phoenix that her security clearance wasn’t sufficient to allow her access... which made absolutely no sense.
Finally she set the DAT down and took Lena’s hand in her own and tenderly caressed her cheek with her other hand. She bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “As much as you hate temporal mechanics, I could sure use your guidance right about now.” Her tears began falling again.
Janet started to exit the small ship, but when she heard Kris speaking, she stayed discreetly in the doorway.
“I’m so lost, Lena. The last time I was lost you rescued me... you rescued me by stealing my heart and showing me what love is.” Her tears turned to quiet sobs, which then turned to uncontrolled coughs. She started coughing up blood.
That got Janet moving. She was at the woman’s side quickly. “Okay, Admiral, time to take care of you.”
Kris finally stopped coughing. She shook her head. “I’m alright.”
“Since I’m the doctor let me be the judge of that.”
She shook her head again. “I’m not leaving her,” she declared as she tightened her grip on her wife’s hand.
Filled with compassion Janet gave her a small nod. “I’ll be right back.” She went into the ship, retrieved the medkit, and returned. She quickly took out the medical scanner and scanned her. Janet looked at her in surprise. “Either I’m not reading this correctly or...”
“I’m not Human. Well, I’m part Human.”
“Okay then. You have four broken ribs and some internal bleeding.” She gestured to the open medkit. “Is there anything like the dermal stimulator in here that can help with your injuries?”
She pointed to one item and then a second. “This is the osteo stimulator, and that one will repair soft tissue and vascular damage.”
Once Janet was shown how to use the items, she quickly caught on. Afterwards she did another scan of the admiral with the medical scanner. She seemed satisfied with the readings. “You really should consider getting some rest, Admiral.”
“I can go without sleep longer than a Human.”
“And is that stamina affected by physical trauma?”
Kris scowled at the doctor. Even without knowing her, she could see the skepticism in the set of the doctor’s jaw. She definitely had that ‘doctor’ glare. She almost smiled when she realized it was the same as Lena’s ‘command’ glare. All of sudden the doctor’s face transformed from a fierce doctor’s glare to a very kind look of compassion.
Janet reached out and put her hand on hers. “Get some rest. I’ll stay right here with her. If there’s any change, no matter how minor, I’ll get you – I promise.”
Kris closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. She had to swallow past the lump in her throat. “Alright,” she finally replied in a whisper. She got up and went into the ship to lie down for a little while.
After about an hour in a healing meditation Kris came back outside. True to her word, the doctor was still at Lena’s side. As she approached, Janet moved so that Kris could reclaim her spot next to her wife.
Janet scanned her again with the medical scanner. “Since your color is better, Admiral, I’m going to assume these readings are actually closer to normal for you.”
Kris couldn’t keep from giving her a small smile as she looked at the scanner results and nodded. “Yes, they are.”
“And please, call me Kris.”
Janet blushed slightly as she nodded. “Okay... but I might slip and still call you Admiral – after so many years in the military it’s kind of hard to ignore the proper etiquette when addressing a senior officer.”
Kris did give her a smile at that. “Well, considering we’re basically shipwrecked here, and we don’t know where here is, and we don’t even know when we are, I think some informality would be more appropriate than inappropriate to our situation.”
There was a long silence as the reality of Kris’s statement and their situation suddenly sunk in. Up until then Janet had been running in automatic ‘doctor mode.’ She stopped to really think about the situation and it hit her like a ton of bricks, even though they had briefly touched on it earlier in the day. She turned a little pale. Even though Janet was kneeling in front of her, Kris grabbed her shoulders to steady her as she wavered.
“Easy does it, Doctor. I think you’d better sit down.”
She sat down. “I’m sorry. I guess everything just finally hit me.”
Kris gave her hand a squeeze. “It’s okay, Doctor.”
She looked up and held the admiral’s impossibly dark eyes a few moments. “My name’s Janet; call me Janet.”
Kris gave her hand another squeeze which Janet returned. “Okay, Janet.” She let go of her hand.
Janet took a deep breath and winced a little. She closed her eyes a few moments to fight back the pain.
Kris knew the look – it had been on her own face plenty of times. “Easy. Take small, easy breaths.” She slipped her over-shirt off and spread it out behind the doctor. “Here, lie back and relax.” She took her hand as Janet opened her eyes and helped her lie back.
“What in the world for? Your wounds were very severe, and even though I treated them I’m not a doctor. I did the best I could. A doctor probably could have completely healed them, but as it is, you’re going to need some time for your body to completely recuperate. You still need a lot of rest.”
“Believe me, I’m not complaining. I know I wouldn’t have survived without your help.” Janet closed her eyes again.
Kris opened up the medkit, took out the med-dispenser and pressed it to her neck. Janet’s eyes flew open and looked up at her.
“That should help ease the pain.”
“What was that?”
She showed Janet the vial she’d used. “I couldn’t risk using it before, not until you’d been conscious a while and had something to eat.”
Janet nodded in understanding.
Kris picked up the dermal stimulator. “It’s time to treat your new skin again as well.”
The doctor hiked her t-shirt up to expose her side and the admiral ran the dermal stimulator over it. She did it for longer than the previous time. “How does it feel?”
Kris nodded. “It looks good. You shouldn’t need any more treatments with the dermal stimulator.” She finished with her side. “Okay, now your chest wound.”
Even as she started to raise her t-shirt, Janet couldn’t stop herself from stealing a quick glance around. She received a reassuring smile.
“There’s no one around for miles. Trust me.”
“I know,” she replied with a self-depreciating smile as the stimulator was run over her chest wound. “It’s just that it’s usually me who’s asking someone to expose a part of their body,” she said with humor in her voice.
“If it’ll make you feel better I’ll take off my shirt.”
Janet chuckled. “No, it’s alright.” She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath as she lowered her shirt. “I’m tired,” she said as the admiral put the dermal stimulator away.
“Why don’t you go in the ship and lie down?”
“I don’t think I can move.”
“Then just relax right where you are. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe.”
Janet couldn’t explain it, but she did feel safe with Kris watching over her. She closed her eyes and was asleep in only a moment.
Kris sat there, watching over both women – her dying wife, Lena, and a woman from the past.
After a while Janet woke up with a start and panicked. Her hands were clutched to her chest.
“Easy. You’re okay, Janet.”
Her eyes finally focused on the admiral and she got her breathing under control. She let her hands drop from her chest and Kris let go of her shoulders.
“Are you alright?”
She closed her eyes and swallowed, but nodded.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Janet opened her eyes, and let out a deep breath. “It... it was just...” her voice trailed off and she hung her head as she closed her eyes again. After a moment she took another deep breath, lifted her head up and opened her eyes. “I’ll be alright.” She got up and went into the ship.
A few hours later Lena woke up. All three women knew she was in her final moments. Wanting to give the couple some semblance of privacy, Janet withdrew a few feet.
“Kris...” It came out a whisper.
Holding Lena’s hand to her heart, Kris leaned down and gazed into her eyes. They were glazed but soon focused on hers. “I’m right here, Lena.”
“Body and mind. To know...”
“Heart and soul.”
Kris was so choked up she could barely speak, but she continued in a tight whisper. “Now... and forever more.”
Lena gave her a weak but loving smile, “Darling, no.”
With that Kris felt her wife sever their bond. It was like a physical blow and seared her mind. It literally took several seconds for her to be able to draw a breath. When she did, it was a gasp so clearly filled with pain it shocked Janet.
Janet was at her side trying to steady Kris as she struggled to breathe. She caught the expression on Lena’s face as she spoke her last words to her wife.
“Live.” Even though it was said in less than a whisper, it was clearly a demand.
And then Lena was gone.