Title: The Prophecy
Fandom: SG-1 (AU)
Pairing: Sam/Janet (implied), 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!
The doctor jerked back, startled, and turning pale. “You weren’t breathing... and you didn’t have a pulse.”
Kris sensed her shock... and her fear. She sat up and quickly wrapped her arms around her, feeling her tremble slightly. “Hey, it’s okay, Janet. I’m fine.”
She took a few moments to gather herself. She took a deep breath and pulled back. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “What just happened? I thought...”
“I was in deep meditation.”
“I’ve seen you meditate before; your heart’s never stopped before when you’ve done that.”
“My heart wasn’t stopped; it was just beating very, very slowly. I was in a much deeper meditation than you’ve observed before – a healing meditation.”
“I wrenched my back today and tore a couple of muscles, so I had to heal them. A healing meditation allows me to heal at an accelerated rate.” She reached out and gave Janet’s hand a squeeze. “After all, I didn’t want to miss out on going to the concert this evening.” She reached up and gently cupped Janet’s cheek for a moment. “I never meant to scare you. It just took me few moments to come out of it and respond to you.”
Having gotten her equilibrium back, Janet let out a deep breath and nodded. After a moment of silence she spoke, “You said you tore a couple of muscles in your back?”
“Yes, but the tears are healed now.” Kris stood and then pulled Janet to her feet. “Come on, let’s go home and get ready for the concert.”
They walked home arm in arm.
Once they arrived home, Janet and Kris began preparations for the evening. They packed a picnic basket with a tasty meal and then changed clothes. Even though it was still rather early, they headed over to the park hoping to get their pick of choice spots.
They spread their blanket out under a large tree. Other people started arriving as they were enjoying their picnic. They were done eating by the time the concert started. Kris winced as she leaned over to put some stuff back into the picnic basket, and, of course, Janet noticed.
“Are you alright?”
“My back aches.”
“I thought you said you’d healed your torn muscles.”
“I did, but I came out of the meditation early. The tears are healed, but the muscles are still strained.”
“We should go home then, so you can get some rest.” Janet started to get up.
Kris grabbed her arm to stop her. “Janet, no. I’ve been looking forward to this evening all week, and you have been too. We’re here, so let’s just relax and enjoy the concert.
Janet looked at her in thought for a few moments. “Okay... but only if you agree to lie down.”
“Yes, Doctor,” she replied with an amused smirk.
“And you let me examine you afterwards.”
Kris was going to object, but she could see that ‘doctor’ glare in her eyes and knew it was a moot argument, so she simply nodded.
Janet put the rest of the picnic things away in the basket and then sat back against the tree. Kris lay down on the blanket next to her, but was finding it difficult to get very comfortable.
“What’s the matter?”
“I would have brought a pillow if I’d known I was going to be flat on my back during the concert.”
Janet smirked at Kris’s grumbling. “Alright,” she chuckled, “just slide around this way and put your head here,” she said indicating her lap. Kris got situated and found it more comfortable with her head pillowed in her lap. “Now relax and enjoy the music.”
Kris closed her eyes and smiled. She felt a hand brush some hair away from her forehead and then fingers absentmindedly card through her hair over and over.
After the concert it was time to gather their things and head for home. Kris let out a wince as she struggled up off the ground. Janet wouldn’t let her carry anything as they left the park. On the way home she tugged on her friend’s arm when they came to the turn for the clinic.
When Kris looked at her she arched an eyebrow. “You agreed to let me examine you after the concert.” The tone of her voice made it clear she that was going to hold Kris to their agreement.
At the clinic Janet did a quick physical and asked which muscles Kris had torn. She then ran a scan to make sure the tears were indeed mended. With the scan results verifying the absence of any damage they headed home.
Because Kris had already healed the injury, as verified by the scan, she was merely dealing with residual stiffness, so Janet gave her a suggestion when they arrived home. “You should take a long, hot bath; it should help with the soreness and stiffness you feel.”
“I do believe that is a good idea.”
“Come see me when you’re done.”
After her bath, Kris put on her pajamas and then knocked on the door to Janet’s bedroom.
“Come in.” Janet looked up and smiled when her roommate entered. “You feel any better?”
“Good. Come over here; I have something that should help.”
“What?” she asked as she approached.
“Lie down – on your stomach.” When Kris did as she was told Janet straddled her hips and began massaging her back, starting with her shoulders.
“Your muscles are in knots.”
“You’re not kidding,” she groaned.
Janet stopped. “Did I hurt you?”
“It’s a good hurt.”
She leaned over, pulled open the drawer in her nightstand, got something out, and sat back up. “This is an oil that feels warm to the touch and should help your muscles relax. Take your shirt off.”
Kris slipped her t-shirt off as Janet poured some of the oil in her hands. The doctor began massaging her shoulders again and worked her way down her entire back, digging in with her fingers and loosening up clusters of knots. Once the knots were gone Janet eased up and her massage become more of a gentle, soothing backrub as she worked her way back up to her shoulders and neck. By the time she was done Kris was asleep.
Janet got up and went into the bathroom to wash her hands. When she returned to her bedroom she simply slipped into bed and turned off the light.
“Mmmm... thanks,” Kris murmured.
“How do you feel now?”
“Wonderful... You have amazing hands... definitely the hands of a healer.”
“The advantage of being a doctor – knowing where the muscles are and how they connect,” she replied with a small smile.
“I don’t think I can move.”
“Don’t. Just close your eyes and go back to sleep.”
Kris drifted off to sleep again before Janet reached over and pulled the covers over her.
As Janet slowly woke in the morning, she found her head was resting on Kris’s left shoulder and the other woman’s arm around her shoulders. Her left hand was on Kris’s right breast, her fingers lightly fondling the nipple. Kris, though still asleep, reacted by nuzzling the top of her head. A quiet moan escaped her throat.
Kris’s low moan was enough to suddenly make Janet wide awake. She froze, even holding her breath. Once she determined that Kris was still asleep, Janet very carefully removed her hand from Kris’s breast. She quietly slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom... where she took a cold shower.
Kris woke up while Janet was still in the shower. She sat up and retrieved the t-shirt she’d removed the night before. As she was slipping it back on Janet re-entered the bedroom wrapped in a towel.
“Morning. How did you sleep?” Janet asked.
“Great! How about you?”
“I slept well, too.”
“How does your back feel?”
Kris moved carefully, tentatively testing the muscles in her back. “Much better – thanks to those wonderful hands of yours.”
Janet felt herself blush and turned toward her dresser, opening the top drawer. “You’re more than welcome. I’ll go ahead and fix something for lunch; it seems we slept in late.”
“Okay. I’ll be out after a quick shower. I won’t be long.” Kris left the room.
When Kris entered the kitchen Janet was already setting out a light meal for them. They sat down and started eating.
“So, what was that oil you used on my back last night?”
Janet smiled. “I don’t know exactly. It was given to me by one of the other doctors when I complained about my legs aching after pulling a double shift. He said it’s made from some of the plants found up in the mountain ridge. His mother-in-law makes it, but won’t tell him what all the ingredients are.”
“Well, whatever is in it, it seems to help soothe sore muscles.”
“I know. I use it on my calf muscles after extra long days.”
“Thanks again for the massage, Janet.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
“I owe you. The next time your legs hurt after a long day I’ll be glad to massage them for you with the oil.”
Janet grinned. “You got yourself a deal.”
It was only a week later when Janet came home after a very long and trying day at work. Kris could tell that her roommate was tired and sore, both physically and emotionally.
“Hey,” she said as she came through the door.
“Hey. You look beat.”
Janet simply nodded.
“Why don’t you go take a hot shower and I’ll fix you something to eat?”
Again, she just nodded as she headed to her bedroom.
After a bit, Janet came back out, wearing her robe. There was a little more color in her face.
“How do you feel?”
“A little more human.”
“Here, you’ll feel better if you eat something.” Kris set a bowl of hot soup in front of her. She finished making a sandwich and set that on the table for Janet as well.
“Mm, this is good. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
She stopped to think. “Before I went in to work last night.”
“Janet, you’re a doctor – you of all people should know better.”
She sighed. “I know. But things were nonstop from the time I got to the clinic until I left to come home. I didn’t even get a chance to sit down, much less take time to eat.”
“Why were you at the clinic for so long?”
“Bergan’s son and Garant’s daughter had their wedding today. So I volunteered to cover at the clinic.”
Kris smiled. “Well, at least it was for a good cause.” She took a sip of her water. “Well, I guess I get to repay you for that great massage you gave me last week.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your legs must be sore.”
A look of comprehension, and then anticipation, crossed Janet’s features.
“Finish eating. I’ll go get the oil.”
“It’s in my nightstand.”
When Kris returned from the bedroom she found Janet washing her dishes. “Hey, I’ll take care of that, Janet. You go get comfortable on the couch.”
“I’m not an invalid, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re a stubborn, independent, I-can-take-care-of-myself-and-don’t-need-a
The doctor stopped and looked at Kris for a moment. “Sounds a little bit like someone else I know,” she said with a smirk and an arched eyebrow.
“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” she countered.
A smile lit up Janet’s face. “Deal.”
“Good. Now go sit down. Get comfortable.”
“Yes, Admiral,” she quipped and tossed off a mocking salute before turning to leave. She let out a yelp when Kris snapped her with the dishtowel.
When Kris finished in the kitchen she joined Janet on the couch in the living room. She sat sideways, facing Janet, with her right leg tucked up under her left leg and her left foot on the floor. She had the doctor turn so that she was semi-reclined against the arm of the couch and her ankles rested across her left thigh.
“Good.” Kris poured some oil into her hand and started on Janet’s right calf. She didn’t miss the wince the doctor let out.
“You would think I’d be used to it after all these years.”
“I’d hate to think about how many miles you actually put on them during a double shift.”
Janet let out a groan. “I don’t want to know.”
Kris continued to massage her calves for several minutes. “Feels like the knots are finally loosening up.”
She answered without opening her eyes, “Mm hmm. You’re pretty good with your hands, too.”
“Glad to be of service,” she replied with a smile. When she finished with Janet’s calves she adjusted so her feet were in her lap.
Janet started to move to get up. “That was great, Kris. Thank you so much.”
Kris stopped her by holding onto her feet. “I’m not done. Just lie back and relax.” She poured some more oil into her hands. She took a foot into her hands and started massaging it.
“Ohhh... that feels so good.”
“I figured if your legs were that tense then your feet must be achy as well.”
“At least they’re not as bad as when I got stuck wearing my Air Force dress shoes. Those heels really got to me at times.” She paused. “Of course, they did add a few inches to my height,” she said with a smirk.
“There’s nothing wrong with your height, Janet.”
“Being female and in a position of authority over some very macho soldiers was enough of an obstacle to overcome at the best of times in my century. Being short on top of that just made it harder.”
“You obviously handled it well since you were the Chief Medical Officer at the SGC.”
Janet opened her eyes as she smiled. “It helps to have very large needles on hand with which to threaten them. And you have to be able to stare down even the most battle hardened soldier and not flinch.”
Kris laughed. “I know. I’ve seen that ‘doctor’ glare you have. You used it on me the day we met, when I told you I didn’t need to sleep.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
She nodded. “I almost smiled though, because I realized your ‘doctor’ glare was the same as Lena’s ‘command’ glare.”
“Fortunately, I don’t have to use that tactic much here.”
“Well, you’re off for the next few days. And don’t forget, we’re getting together with Taran and Delsie tomorrow evening.”
“I remember. Taran had an appointment this morning.”
“How is she doing?”
“She’s fine; her morning sickness has finally stopped.”
“That’s good. Oh, I almost forgot.”
Kris nodded at the flowers on the fireplace mantle. “Those flowers were given to me to give to you by one of my students.”
“Do you remember Vesh?”
“I think so. Isn’t he the Suenis on the archeology team with Taran?”
She nodded. “Yes, that’s him. Anyway, he wanted me to give the flowers to you, and find out if you would go to dinner with him. He’s quite taken with you.”
Janet closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “Please tell him thanks for the flowers, but that I’m sorry, I can’t go to dinner with him. That... that I’m... things are...” She sighed. “I don’t know...”
“Hey.” Kris waited until Janet opened her eyes and looked at her. She gave her a reassuring look, “It’s okay, Janet, I’ll take care of it.”
“No problem. Now forget about everything and just relax.”
By the time she finished the foot rub Janet had fallen asleep. After washing her hands she carefully slipped her arms under her and picked her up. Janet roused only enough to tuck her face into Kris’s neck. Kris carried her into her bedroom and set her down on the bed.
“Don’t go,” Janet murmured softly.
“Okay.” Kris slipped into bed next to her and Janet nestled up against her, laying her head on her shoulder. Kris reached over and turned off the light on the nightstand.
Whenever either Janet or Kris went out on a date, one would wait up until the other got home. They would then stay up long into the night, talking, and inevitably falling asleep in the same bed. And they always seemed to wake up the next day holding each other. Neither of them ever commented about it, but neither did they do anything to prevent it. They both started going out on fewer and fewer dates until they eventually stopped dating altogether.
Kris finally recognized her feelings for Janet for what they were, that they had developed into something more than close friendship. After losing Lena she thought she would never be able to feel that way again... However, she had other things to deal with.
Even though Janet had treated and kept Kris alive after Lena died, it didn’t mean there weren’t consequences. When an Areth bonded with a mate it was for life. Normally, when a mate died, there was a healer, or a family member, present to support and help the surviving mate through the psychic trauma caused by the loss of that bond. It was a ritualized process. The guided meditations and healing mind-touches helped to ensure the survivor not only lived, but did so without psychic damage. This was accomplished by making sure the bond was completely severed and that no remnants of it remained.
Kris didn’t have the benefit of that process. Stranded on Jidiri, there had been no healer or family member to take her through the requisite ritual. And just over two years after Lena’s death, it was finally catching up with her.
She started feeling quite out of sorts and was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. Her daily meditations were not helping much. She tried working out more at the school to burn off as much energy as possible so that sleep, becoming more and more elusive, would hopefully claim her for a few hours at night. She started staying late at the school, only going home in time to shower and go to bed. She would then rise before the sun and leave, going for a long run before her classes at the school.
It certainly didn’t take long for Janet to notice the change in her roommate’s routine. After a few days she decided to check up on Kris. Since she had been putting in some extra time at the clinic she was due for some time off. On her first day off she decided to do some basic snooping. She got up early and went to the school.
Janet watched as Kris arrived flushed and sweaty from her run. She waited a couple of minutes outside before she went into the school. She expected to find Kris in the shower, so she was surprised to find the woman working out, hitting and kicking the bags in a seemingly agitated manner. She surreptitiously watched until the students for the first class started arriving. She decided she would come back at lunchtime, take Kris out to lunch, and get her to talk about whatever was causing her to become so driven and reclusive.
When Janet returned to the school at lunchtime she found Kris sitting alone... meditating. Rather than disturb her she chose to silently observe her. Janet had seen her meditate before, but she could tell something was different, or wrong. She studied her face and posture. Kris’s expression was not relaxed and her body was obviously stiff. There was sweat on her forehead and her jaw was clenched.
When Kris finished her meditation she opened her eyes. She held her hands out and looked down at them... they still shook, but not as badly. She quickly balled them into fists, got up, and headed over to the punching bags. She started working out until the next class arrived. She never noticed Janet as she slipped back outside.
Janet went back home, retrieved some of the DATs they’d brought with them from the ship, and began her research. After a few hours she put down the DAT she’d been using after she found what she’d been looking for, closed her eyes, and let out a heavy sigh. Oh, Kris, why didn’t you say anything? Knowing it would be late before Kris got home, she decided to take a nap.
Kris was surprised to find Janet up and waiting for her when she got home.
“Hey, stranger,” Janet said pleasantly.
“Hey.” She headed back to her bedroom without stopping to talk.
After a few moments Janet got up and followed. She didn’t let the closed bedroom door stop her either. She entered without knocking and found Kris sitting on the side of her bed with her head down and her eyes closed. Her hands were in her lap and Janet could see them trembling. She approached and crouched in front of her, placing a hand on her knee.
“Kris, tell me what’s going on. What’s wrong?” she said, concern clearly evident in her voice.
She took a slow, deep breath and let it out, but didn’t say anything.
“Please, talk to me.” When Janet put her hand over the shaking ones in her lap Kris couldn’t keep from wincing and jerked her right hand away. Janet recognized pain when she saw it and immediately went into ‘doctor mode.’ “You’re hurt. Let me see your hand.”
She brought her hand back so the doctor could see it. Janet very gently cupped it in one hand and carefully examined it with the other.
“I broke it,” Kris said softly.
“In more than one place. I’ll be right back.” She left the bedroom to retrieve the medkit and then returned. She scanned it with the medical scanner to get an accurate picture of which bones were broken. She started using the osteo stimulator to heal the breaks. “How did you break it?”
Kris shrugged. “During my workout.”
A dark brow arched. “Hit something a little harder than the bags?”
Her blush gave her away. “Yeah.”
Janet finished with the osteo stimulator and put it back in the medkit. She then used the stimulator that healed soft tissue and vascular damage. Finished with treating her hand, she picked up the medical scanner again and ran a complete scan before closing up the medkit and setting it on the night stand. She took hold of Kris’s hands, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out before speaking.
“Kris, I know there’s something going on with you, more than a broken hand. I really don’t need the medical scanner to tell me that. I can see it in your trembling hands, rapid pulse, shallow breathing, and I can feel it in the fever you’re running.”
Kris finally opened her eyes and looked down into Janet’s.
“Please, Kris, tell me. I’m your doctor, but even more importantly, I’m your friend and I’m here for you – no matter what.” She reached up and gently cupped her cheek.
She took a deep breath and swallowed. Janet’s touch was actually making things worse instead of better. But then there was no getting better without addressing the root of the problem. Her voice was shaky when she finally spoke. “Visvium...” she said quietly and closed her eyes again.
“I thought that might be it,” Janet said just as quietly. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It’s not something... discussed... with outsiders.”
Janet lowered her hand from her cheek. “Is that what I am to you? An outsider?”
Kris’s eyes flew open, tears filling them as she sought out Janet’s. “No.” Her trembling was getting worse.
“Then let me help you through this.”
She was having trouble concentrating. Coherent thought was becoming more and more difficult. She could no longer hold back the visvium. “You don’t understand.”
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