A Nice & Clean fic
Author: elfcat255
Title: "Perks"
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: PG
spoilers: Nope
Summary: there are advantages to being injured
AN: this was written for geonncannon's A Nice & Clean ficathon
and no matter how many times I tried..it still came out cute..*headdesk*..I'm cursed..lol..Enjoy!
Sam was halfway to the bathroom when she heard the doctor’s voice.
“Samantha Carter! You just better turn around and hobble back to your bed,” Janet called out using that scolding tone she normally reserved for Jack.
“But Janet…I’m almost there anyway. Please let me use a real bathroom,“ whined Sam, tightening her grip on the IV pole to steady her wobbly self.
“Well you could have asked for some help at least,” remarked the doctor, walking over to carefully grasp Sam around the waist before she ended up on the floor and caused further damage to herself.
“Nah…I could’ve made it, why else would this pole have wheels on it,” replied Sam with a grin.
Janet shook her head at the stubborn woman as she helped her to the infirmary’s restroom. After making sure Sam wouldn’t keel over, she closed the door, waiting for her to announce she was through. When Sam said she was ready, Janet helped her back over to the bed. Arranging the injured limbs into a comfortable position Janet then upped the morphine drip just a bit knowing that the little trip had probably taken more effort then Sam would admit.
“Thank you…that made me feel almost human again,” joked Sam.
“Well if you learned to watch where you step this wouldn’t be necessary,” commented Janet wryly.
Sam showed enough sense to look ashamed at the comment. After all, she’d been through a lot with SG-1 fighting Goa’uld, replicators and various off world foes. Now a simple misstep landed her in Janet’s infirmary and what a misstep it had been. Stepping on some loose rocks led to her falling and sliding down a hillside. It probably wouldn’t have been that bad except for the two trees that jumped in the way, causing her to break some ribs, fracture her wrist, ankle and dislocate her shoulder, all on the right side of her body, not to mention the cuts and scrapes on her face. She definitely had the worst luck on the past mission.
“I really messed myself up good this time didn’t I?” she said to Janet.
Janet gazed at the face of her lover, the cuts and scrapes giving her a roughened look, “Yes…but it could have been worse; you could’ve broken your neck. Then I’d be all alone,” Janet replied sadly.
Sam reached up with her good arm, cupping Janet’s chin, “I promise to be more careful from now on,” she assured her partner.
Janet took hold of Sam’s hand and stroked the back of it with her fingers. She watched as Sam fought to stay awake as the upped dosage of morphine made her groggy.
Leaning forward she placed a kiss on Sam’s forehead, ruffling her partner’s hair she replied, “You always say that; now get some rest. I’ll be back later, we need to get you cleaned up some,” Janet remarked as she pulled the covers up and tucked Sam in tightly.
As the effects of the morphine overcame her Sam grinned, “Mmmm…sponge bath,” she mumbled.
Janet just laughed at the dopey mumble and walked away to gather the things needed to clean up her wounded partner.
Some time later Sam woke up from her drug-induced nap; still groggy with sleep she noticed a strange set up next to the bed. Janet soon appeared carrying a large pan full of steaming water. Placing the pan on the table next to the bed she pulled the curtain closed, blocking them off from the rest of the infirmary.
“Are you ready for a bath now?” she asked the groggy woman.
Sam just grinned and nodded, then tried to sit up. Janet stopped her and pulled back the blankets, placing an arm around Sam’s back she helped her partner into a sitting position.
“How did you manage to get out of the bed with your ribs the way they are?” Janet asked as she helped Sam turn until her legs were off the bed.
“Will power…I wanted to use a real bathroom really bad,” Sam replied chuckling.
Janet shook her head making a tsking noise as she helped Sam remove the hospital gown. She then began unwrapping Sam’s ribs along with the bandages holding her shoulder stationary. Bending down she placed a plastic bag over the cast on Sam’s ankle, standing up she placed another one over the cast on her wrist. Finishing with that, she helped Sam to stand and hobble over to the bathing setup she had made.
“This is neat,” commented Sam, as she checked out Janet’s invention.
By placing a low backed chair into one of the collapsible field tents with the sides cut back Janet created a nice little pool setup.
“Well those tents are waterproof and I figured you’d rather sit up then have me give you a sponge bath while you lay in the bed. It also negates the need of having to move you again to change wet bedding,” Janet replied with a little grin.
Janet held onto Sam as she stepped into the contraption and sat in the chair. Making sure Sam would stay upright; she then turned back to the pan of water, picking up the sponge and turning back to squeeze water over Sam’s head.
“Ahhh…that feels so good,” Sam groaned out as Janet squeezed another sponge full of water over her body, letting it trickle down into the makeshift pool. After many such squeezes Janet applied some liquid soap to the sponge then began to massage it into Sam’s skin.
Sam let her head fall forward as Janet ran the sponge over her back and shoulders applying pressure to massage the tired muscles, easing up on the pressure only when she came to the right shoulder.
Replenishing the soap Janet slowly raised her right arm, seeing a wince of pain cross Sam’s face as the arm lifted, “Sorry about that,” Janet said to her.
“It’s okay…just be quick with that arm,” Sam told her.
Janet nodded and continued with washing the right arm as fast as possible, finishing she lowered it back down then moved to do the left arm. She wet the sponge a little, then moved to stand behind Sam, reaching around and moving closer she began to run the sponge across Sam’s upper chest; letting it travel down to glide across her breasts, applying just a small bit of pressure.
Sam groaned, “You know…you can do that better facing me,” she told her partner.
“This way I’m not tempted to take advantage of the view,” Janet replied with a laugh.
“Party pooper,” quipped Sam as the sponge traveled down her sides caressing the curve of her breasts. She let out a small hiss as Janet reached her injured ribs.
“I’m trying to be careful,” said Janet.
“No problem…I can handle it,” remarked Sam.
Janet wet the sponge again, adding more soap she moved around to stand in front of Sam now; kneeling down she began to wash the tops of her thighs, running the sponge down the left leg until she reached the foot. Sam lifted her foot allowing Janet to wash it, she giggled as Janet reached the underside.
“That tickles,” a still giggling Sam commented.
Janet smiled at her, she moved to the right leg, running the sponge over it until she reached the plastic covering Sam’s ankle. Rising she walked over to the pan, rinsing out the sponge she put some more soap on it then handed it to Sam.
“You wash the parts I skipped; if I do it then I’d think you’d enjoy it to much. I’m going to get some fresh water so I can wash your hair and rinse you off,” she told Sam who was making a pouting face.
“No pouting…your ribs aren’t well enough for that much excitement,” she told the pouting woman.
Sam just grinned and poked her tongue out at Janet as she walked through the curtain. A few minutes later, she returned carrying a large bucket full of water. Grabbing a cup from the table, she told Sam to tilt her head back. Obeying the doctor Sam let her head fall back as Janet poured cupfuls of water over it. Picking up the shampoo Janet applied a dollop to the top of Sam’s head then began massaging it in. Sam groaned as Janet’s fingers massaged her scalp.
“You do realize you’re going to have to do this at home don’t you,” Sam joked, looking up at her partner.
“We’ll see…depends on how well you behave while you are here,” Janet told her, a grin forming on her face.
“Oh…I’ll behave…if this is the reward,” Sam said winking.
Janet laughed and told her to close her eyes, when that was done she began pouring water over Sam’s head, washing the shampoo out. Once finished with that she helped Sam stand and quickly washed the back of her legs trying not to linger to long as not to cause a strain on her ankle. Pouring cupfuls of water over Sam’s body, she rinsed all traces of soap away. While she had her standing, Janet began drying Sam off, going easy on her ribs and shoulder.
After finishing they moved back to the bed where the doctor removed the plastic from the casts and began re-wrapping her ribs and shoulder. After she was sure the new bandages weren’t too tight she put a new gown on Sam and helped her settle into the bed.
“Comfy? Feeling any discomfort?” she asked when Sam was settled.
“Just peachy…can I have a treat now?” Sam said with a big smile.
Janet laughed, “Yes…since you were such a good girl you can have a treat now,” she replied, brushing the still damp bangs away from Sam’s eyes.
She leant down giving Sam a kiss that lingered just a bit long, “How’s that?” she asked the grinning woman.
“That was great but I was thinking more along the lines of some jell-o,” remarked Sam still grinning.
“Uh huh…I thought so, I’ll see what I can scrounge up,” Janet said as she pulled the curtains back then left to go find a snack for her partner.
Sam lay back into her pillow, a big smile on her face. She was definitely going to be on her best behavior while in the infirmary; anything to get another sponge bath and the next one would be so much better because her ribs will have healed up some. Grinning at the thought, she closed her eyes and waited on Janet to return with her snack.
Title: "Perks"
pairing: Sam/Janet
rated: PG
spoilers: Nope
Summary: there are advantages to being injured
AN: this was written for geonncannon's A Nice & Clean ficathon
and no matter how many times I tried..it still came out cute..*headdesk*..I'm cursed..lol..Enjoy!
Sam was halfway to the bathroom when she heard the doctor’s voice.
“Samantha Carter! You just better turn around and hobble back to your bed,” Janet called out using that scolding tone she normally reserved for Jack.
“But Janet…I’m almost there anyway. Please let me use a real bathroom,“ whined Sam, tightening her grip on the IV pole to steady her wobbly self.
“Well you could have asked for some help at least,” remarked the doctor, walking over to carefully grasp Sam around the waist before she ended up on the floor and caused further damage to herself.
“Nah…I could’ve made it, why else would this pole have wheels on it,” replied Sam with a grin.
Janet shook her head at the stubborn woman as she helped her to the infirmary’s restroom. After making sure Sam wouldn’t keel over, she closed the door, waiting for her to announce she was through. When Sam said she was ready, Janet helped her back over to the bed. Arranging the injured limbs into a comfortable position Janet then upped the morphine drip just a bit knowing that the little trip had probably taken more effort then Sam would admit.
“Thank you…that made me feel almost human again,” joked Sam.
“Well if you learned to watch where you step this wouldn’t be necessary,” commented Janet wryly.
Sam showed enough sense to look ashamed at the comment. After all, she’d been through a lot with SG-1 fighting Goa’uld, replicators and various off world foes. Now a simple misstep landed her in Janet’s infirmary and what a misstep it had been. Stepping on some loose rocks led to her falling and sliding down a hillside. It probably wouldn’t have been that bad except for the two trees that jumped in the way, causing her to break some ribs, fracture her wrist, ankle and dislocate her shoulder, all on the right side of her body, not to mention the cuts and scrapes on her face. She definitely had the worst luck on the past mission.
“I really messed myself up good this time didn’t I?” she said to Janet.
Janet gazed at the face of her lover, the cuts and scrapes giving her a roughened look, “Yes…but it could have been worse; you could’ve broken your neck. Then I’d be all alone,” Janet replied sadly.
Sam reached up with her good arm, cupping Janet’s chin, “I promise to be more careful from now on,” she assured her partner.
Janet took hold of Sam’s hand and stroked the back of it with her fingers. She watched as Sam fought to stay awake as the upped dosage of morphine made her groggy.
Leaning forward she placed a kiss on Sam’s forehead, ruffling her partner’s hair she replied, “You always say that; now get some rest. I’ll be back later, we need to get you cleaned up some,” Janet remarked as she pulled the covers up and tucked Sam in tightly.
As the effects of the morphine overcame her Sam grinned, “Mmmm…sponge bath,” she mumbled.
Janet just laughed at the dopey mumble and walked away to gather the things needed to clean up her wounded partner.
Some time later Sam woke up from her drug-induced nap; still groggy with sleep she noticed a strange set up next to the bed. Janet soon appeared carrying a large pan full of steaming water. Placing the pan on the table next to the bed she pulled the curtain closed, blocking them off from the rest of the infirmary.
“Are you ready for a bath now?” she asked the groggy woman.
Sam just grinned and nodded, then tried to sit up. Janet stopped her and pulled back the blankets, placing an arm around Sam’s back she helped her partner into a sitting position.
“How did you manage to get out of the bed with your ribs the way they are?” Janet asked as she helped Sam turn until her legs were off the bed.
“Will power…I wanted to use a real bathroom really bad,” Sam replied chuckling.
Janet shook her head making a tsking noise as she helped Sam remove the hospital gown. She then began unwrapping Sam’s ribs along with the bandages holding her shoulder stationary. Bending down she placed a plastic bag over the cast on Sam’s ankle, standing up she placed another one over the cast on her wrist. Finishing with that, she helped Sam to stand and hobble over to the bathing setup she had made.
“This is neat,” commented Sam, as she checked out Janet’s invention.
By placing a low backed chair into one of the collapsible field tents with the sides cut back Janet created a nice little pool setup.
“Well those tents are waterproof and I figured you’d rather sit up then have me give you a sponge bath while you lay in the bed. It also negates the need of having to move you again to change wet bedding,” Janet replied with a little grin.
Janet held onto Sam as she stepped into the contraption and sat in the chair. Making sure Sam would stay upright; she then turned back to the pan of water, picking up the sponge and turning back to squeeze water over Sam’s head.
“Ahhh…that feels so good,” Sam groaned out as Janet squeezed another sponge full of water over her body, letting it trickle down into the makeshift pool. After many such squeezes Janet applied some liquid soap to the sponge then began to massage it into Sam’s skin.
Sam let her head fall forward as Janet ran the sponge over her back and shoulders applying pressure to massage the tired muscles, easing up on the pressure only when she came to the right shoulder.
Replenishing the soap Janet slowly raised her right arm, seeing a wince of pain cross Sam’s face as the arm lifted, “Sorry about that,” Janet said to her.
“It’s okay…just be quick with that arm,” Sam told her.
Janet nodded and continued with washing the right arm as fast as possible, finishing she lowered it back down then moved to do the left arm. She wet the sponge a little, then moved to stand behind Sam, reaching around and moving closer she began to run the sponge across Sam’s upper chest; letting it travel down to glide across her breasts, applying just a small bit of pressure.
Sam groaned, “You know…you can do that better facing me,” she told her partner.
“This way I’m not tempted to take advantage of the view,” Janet replied with a laugh.
“Party pooper,” quipped Sam as the sponge traveled down her sides caressing the curve of her breasts. She let out a small hiss as Janet reached her injured ribs.
“I’m trying to be careful,” said Janet.
“No problem…I can handle it,” remarked Sam.
Janet wet the sponge again, adding more soap she moved around to stand in front of Sam now; kneeling down she began to wash the tops of her thighs, running the sponge down the left leg until she reached the foot. Sam lifted her foot allowing Janet to wash it, she giggled as Janet reached the underside.
“That tickles,” a still giggling Sam commented.
Janet smiled at her, she moved to the right leg, running the sponge over it until she reached the plastic covering Sam’s ankle. Rising she walked over to the pan, rinsing out the sponge she put some more soap on it then handed it to Sam.
“You wash the parts I skipped; if I do it then I’d think you’d enjoy it to much. I’m going to get some fresh water so I can wash your hair and rinse you off,” she told Sam who was making a pouting face.
“No pouting…your ribs aren’t well enough for that much excitement,” she told the pouting woman.
Sam just grinned and poked her tongue out at Janet as she walked through the curtain. A few minutes later, she returned carrying a large bucket full of water. Grabbing a cup from the table, she told Sam to tilt her head back. Obeying the doctor Sam let her head fall back as Janet poured cupfuls of water over it. Picking up the shampoo Janet applied a dollop to the top of Sam’s head then began massaging it in. Sam groaned as Janet’s fingers massaged her scalp.
“You do realize you’re going to have to do this at home don’t you,” Sam joked, looking up at her partner.
“We’ll see…depends on how well you behave while you are here,” Janet told her, a grin forming on her face.
“Oh…I’ll behave…if this is the reward,” Sam said winking.
Janet laughed and told her to close her eyes, when that was done she began pouring water over Sam’s head, washing the shampoo out. Once finished with that she helped Sam stand and quickly washed the back of her legs trying not to linger to long as not to cause a strain on her ankle. Pouring cupfuls of water over Sam’s body, she rinsed all traces of soap away. While she had her standing, Janet began drying Sam off, going easy on her ribs and shoulder.
After finishing they moved back to the bed where the doctor removed the plastic from the casts and began re-wrapping her ribs and shoulder. After she was sure the new bandages weren’t too tight she put a new gown on Sam and helped her settle into the bed.
“Comfy? Feeling any discomfort?” she asked when Sam was settled.
“Just peachy…can I have a treat now?” Sam said with a big smile.
Janet laughed, “Yes…since you were such a good girl you can have a treat now,” she replied, brushing the still damp bangs away from Sam’s eyes.
She leant down giving Sam a kiss that lingered just a bit long, “How’s that?” she asked the grinning woman.
“That was great but I was thinking more along the lines of some jell-o,” remarked Sam still grinning.
“Uh huh…I thought so, I’ll see what I can scrounge up,” Janet said as she pulled the curtains back then left to go find a snack for her partner.
Sam lay back into her pillow, a big smile on her face. She was definitely going to be on her best behavior while in the infirmary; anything to get another sponge bath and the next one would be so much better because her ribs will have healed up some. Grinning at the thought, she closed her eyes and waited on Janet to return with her snack.