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!
Kris let out a strangled yell. “No!” The emotional pain was unbelievable, but the psychic loss was even more profound. It was physically painful. She stood up, pulling away from Janet, pulled some kind of weapon, and thumbing it to the highest setting, used it to disintegrate her wife’s body.
Not knowing what to expect, and out of concern for Kris, Janet quickly moved and took the weapon from her hand where it hung limply at her side. She led the admiral back toward the ship. A couple of steps shy of the entryway the pain in her mind became overwhelming and Kris dropped to her knees. It felt like someone had shoved a white-hot, metal rod through her mind. Janet helped her into the ship and onto the bed.
Not realizing what Kris was really dealing with, she assumed her behavior was simply due to grief... at least until the woman went into a seizure. Taken by surprise, and not being familiar with her alien physiology, all Janet could do was ensure Kris didn’t injure herself until the seizure passed. Kris was unconscious once the seizure ended.
Janet scanned her with the medical scanner. She didn’t like the readings, though she didn’t have much of a baseline to go by. She took stock of the medkit and didn’t recognize most of the medications in the kit. She felt out of her depth, but she was a doctor with a patient, so she was going to do her best.
Janet had seen the admiral access the computer earlier when she pulled up the display to show the location of P3X-666, so she knew it was voice activated. “Computer, do you have Admiral Kay’s medical file?”
“Display it, please.” She started looking at a very abbreviated file. “Computer, this can’t be the entire file. Please display the complete file.”
“Unable to comply.”
“Admiral Kay’s medical file is classified.”
“Damn it. Talk about no information – this doesn’t even list her age,” she muttered.
“Please repeat request.”
She still wasn’t going to give up. “Computer, list medications found in onboard medkit, their normal usages and dosages and possible side effects. Also notate any that would be inappropriate for use for Admiral Kay due to her physiology and medical history.”
She then asked if the information could be downloaded into something portable. The computer told her about a DAT – a Data Access Tablet. She had the information downloaded, including visual images of each medication to properly identify them without error. The next time Kris had a seizure she was ready with a med-dispenser. She administered the medication, hoping she was not doing the wrong thing. The medication slowed and then stopped the seizure. She let out the breath she’d been holding.
A while later Kris didn’t exactly come to, but she was no longer unconscious. She rolled onto her side into a fetal position. She was trembling and had her fists balled up and held at her temples. Her face twisted in agony. Janet scanned her again. She saw hyperactivity in the pain receptors in her brain. She selected a pain medication and administered it, but it had no effect. She was afraid to give Kris another dose.
“Damn it! I’m working blind here. I don’t know what’s causing this and I have no medical history.”
She looked back down at the medkit. She knew pain was pain and if the pain medication wasn’t doing the trick she’d do what she would for any other patient. She selected a sedative. Once the sedative took effect she scanned Kris again. Not knowing her physiology she couldn’t be sure, but she saw nothing that seemed to account for her symptoms.
Janet suddenly felt very tired. She didn’t want to leave Kris alone, so she made sure the medkit was within immediate reach and lay down on the bed next to her. She planned on closing her eyes for just a few minutes.
Janet was woken up about four hours later by the thrashing of Kris’s body in the midst of another seizure.
“Damn it!” She quickly gave her a shot. Afterwards Kris was semi-conscious.
“Kris? Can you hear me?”
She started to curl up into a fetal ball again.
Janet was getting frustrated. “Kris?” The admiral’s balled fists went to her temples again; Janet grabbed her chin and physically lifted her face. “Kris,” she tried again. “Admiral!” she finally barked.
Her eyes didn’t really focus but they were at least directed at Janet.
“Can you tell me what’s going on? What can I do to help you?”
Kris closed her eyes and tears squeezed out of the corners. “Hurts.”
“I know. But what’s causing it?” She tried to tuck her chin and curl up tighter, but Janet wouldn’t let her.
“Admiral! Talk to me!”
“Don’t understand... should’ve died... with her...” Her tears started flowing.
Janet misunderstood her meaning. She wiped away some of her tears, and her tone of voice changed a little as she continued. “I know you’re grieving, but I need to know what’s causing your seizures.”
Kris started slipping back into unconsciousness.
She opened her eyes partway. “Areth... death... mate...” she managed before passing out.
Janet went back to the computer. “Computer, what is Areth?”
“Areth is a planet. Areth also refers to the people from that planet and the language spoken there.”
“What are the customs of the Areth concerning death?” When the computer started she decided to be more specific. “Stop. Computer, is there anything in Areth customs concerning death that have to do with suicide?”
“Computer, cross reference Areth, death, and mate.”
“What are the results?” The computer told her and she finally had her answer. “Oh, God,” she breathed quietly. She knew she could only do so much to provide medical support for the symptoms. There was no real treatment for her to give.
After consulting the onboard computer, Janet managed to get a meal from something called a matter converter. She shook her head. “I’m in some damn Star Trek episode,” she muttered as she watched her used plate and utensils disappear from where she’d placed them back into the converter’s receptacle.
When Janet returned to check on Kris she found her beginning to tremble again. She quickly scanned her, took note of the activity in the pain receptors, and again sedated her. From what she’d gathered from her research, keeping Kris heavily sedated was the best thing she could do for her. With her patient sedated and being in need of more sleep herself, Janet again laid down after making sure everything she needed was within easy reach.
Just a couple of short hours later Janet woke up with a gasp from another bad dream. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was lying on her right side and practically jumped out of the bed when she realized Kris was lying against her back... not quite spooning her. Once she took several deep breaths to calm down from the nightmare, she gathered herself enough to take a closer look at the woman to see that she was still heavily sedated. She also noticed that Kris was as distressed as she had been when she first woke up. Janet didn’t need the medical scanner to see her breathing and pulse were both elevated. She sat back down on the bed and put her hand on the woman’s shoulder.
“Shhh... it’s alright... everything’s alright...” She was only a little surprised to see the admiral settle down.
Janet went to the bathroom then got a pitcher of water from the matter converter. She sat on the side of the bed and filled a glass. After slaking her thirst she finally laid back down, making sure to leave plenty of room between her and the unwell woman. Just as Kris had told her, though Janet’s wounds had been healed, her body was still in much need of sleep.
The next time Janet woke up, she did so slowly. She took a slow, deep breath as she enjoyed the feel of the head on her chest and the warmth of the body that still slept snugged up against her. She didn’t open her eyes as she tightened her left arm around the shoulders it rested on. Her right hand rested on the arm that was across her waist. She drew in one more deep breath.
“Hey, Sammie, wake up,” she murmured.
Instead of a grunt of reproach she felt the body next to her start to seize. Memory suddenly flooded her mind and her eyes flew open as she quickly grabbed the med-dispenser and administered the anti-seizure medication. She hastily got out of the bed.
She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked herself. She took a waterless shower and put on some fresh clothes.
She sat vigil with the admiral that day but kept herself busy by reading information she kept downloading onto DATs. She was determined not to sleep in the bed that night, so she settled down on the floor. However, she was awakened by Kris having seizures several times early on – she was having a bad night.
Janet found that the woman’s breathing and pulse seemed to slow and recover faster when she was in close physical proximity. She didn’t understand it, but finally gave in to the inevitable. She lay down to sleep in the bed about halfway through the night. She made it through the rest of the night without being woken up.
When Janet woke up in the morning, she found Kris’s head on her chest again. Instead of waking her, she just reached over and grabbed the medical scanner. She awkwardly did the best she could to scan her but ended up with a double scan – one that showed their hearts beating in time with each other. Janet frowned thinking she’d did something wrong. She put the scanner down and carefully slipped out of bed trying not to disturb Kris. She then did another scan. It confirmed she was still unconscious and that the pain receptors in her brain were still hyperactive. Janet noted her heart rate. She then scanned herself. Her own heart rate was slightly different. She shook her head.
“It must’ve been a bad scan,” she mumbled, and went into the bathroom.
Due to the restless first half of the night and because she was still recovering from her own injuries, Janet was tired if not sleepy, and didn’t have much energy. It had been almost 36 hours since Kris’s first seizure, and from what she’d read, it could still be a while before the symptoms abated. Even as that thought went through her mind she saw the admiral’s body start to curl in on itself again as the pain made its way to a certain level of consciousness in her my mind. It was time for more sedative.
Janet lay back down. She was on her side facing Kris and spoke to her gently in an attempt to calm her. “Shhh... relax, it’s okay... settle down now... get some rest... you’re going be okay...” she said softly. She watched as the sedative took effect and her body relaxed.
She rolled over and grabbed the scanner again, but when she rolled back again the admiral was closer than she expected – a lot closer. Janet ran another scan, then gently nudged the woman over onto her back with a small smile. “You are a bed hog, Admiral,” she said as she put the scanner back on the nightstand and settled onto her back as well.
Kris’s breathing and heart rate increased almost immediately, signs that the pain had also increased even though she was sedated.
Janet grabbed the scanner again, not understanding what was going on. She was surprised the admiral’s vitals had changed so quickly. She reached out and put a hand Kris’s shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “I’m sorry, Admiral, I just can’t give you any more sedative.”
She was surprised to notice her breathing was slowing a little bit. The admiral rolled onto her side, ducking her head towards Janet. She had to sit up and remove her hand from Kris’s shoulder to run another scan. As she did so she noted Kris’s breathing was increasing again. Janet watched the readings as they indicated the woman’s level of pain were increasing. She reached out and laid her hand on her shoulder again. “Relax,” she soothed.
A glance at the scanner showed her Kris’s vitals were settling down. It surprised her.
Suddenly the doctor had an epiphany. She closed her eyes and shook her head at herself for not making the connection before. She opened her eyes and looked at the woman again. “You’re not a bed hog; you’re simply seeking a connection.”
Janet lay back down, slipping her arm under her neck and pulled her close. Even unconscious Kris instinctively sought out the sound of her heartbeat. This time when she did the scan, Janet smiled when the reading showed their hearts beating in time. “Whoever thought I’d one day be treating a patient by getting into bed with her and holding her?” she said quietly. She gently held the woman’s head to her chest and fell back asleep.
At some point during the night Kris had actually slipped into regular sleep. No longer feeling the instinctive need for contact with Janet or to hear her heartbeat, she shifted and rolled away from the doctor.
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