FIC: "Dreams are the Starting Point," Sam/Janet
Title: Dreams are the Starting Point
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Word Count: 786
Category: Romance
Spoilers: The Curse, post-series events
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for the sam_janet_fthon
Summary: Sam thinks about her dreams the night before a big day.
Once upon a time, Samantha Carter dreamed of walking on the moon. She had other dreams as well; a vintage Indian motorcycle and a Nobel Prize would be nice. But the moon was always her final destination and her ultimate goal. She wanted to feel that grainy sand under her feet and feel a moon rock through thick insulated gloves. She wanted to tilt her upper body back and look at the Earth. She wanted to cover entire continents with her thumb.
When she was in her thirties, she walked through an alien portal and stood on an alien planet. It was the first of many worlds in the universe that held her boot print. She stood on alien shorelines and watched twin moons set in rippling oceans that didn't have a name. She had spent a gloriously endless night with a woman who was born and raised on an entirely different planet. She'd bathed in water that no other human had ever touched, tasted, or felt as raindrops.
On her fortieth birthday, Jacob Carter arranged for a tel'tac and took her to Earth's moon. She was smiling too hard to thank him with words, but he assured her the shine in her eyes was enough for him. She stood in the sea of tranquility and lifted one hand. It took more than a thumb, but she managed to completely block North America with her gloved hand.
She also had a private life goal that she wanted to achieve. A loving partner, a home, a life outside of her lab. General O'Neill had made it his hobby to tease her about being a workaholic, but it wasn't just the experiments that held her attention. Every time she walked into her empty home, every time she turned on the lights and pushed open the curtains, she was reminded that she lived alone. There was no one to give a daily report to, no one who would patiently eat dinner while listening to the latest base politics. So she just stayed at work until her job was done and went home to sleep and change clothes.
Then Janet.
Sam fell in love with Janet during their fourth year of the Stargate Program. Friendship became something else in Cairo, during a mission where a Goa'uld got away and they were all injured. Janet wanted to play it safe before they risked a trans-Atlantic journey back to the base, so they stayed in Egypt overnight to make sure Osiris hadn't caused permanent damage to any of them during her escape.
Without Cassandra or the base overshadowing their days, Sam found she truly enjoyed Janet's company. They laughed, they shopped in marketplaces, they bought tacky souvenirs for the people back home. After dinner in a small café, quoting lines from Casablanca to each other, Janet had put her hand on top of Sam's and stroked her knuckles. Her eyes had many things she wasn't saying, but Sam read them all perfectly. She had stood up, walked around the table, and bent down to kiss Janet's lips in the middle of the café.
No one in the café paid any attention to the display. Janet kept her hands on the table, and Sam kept her hands on Janet's shoulders. She finally pulled back and looked into Janet's eyes to find them overflowing with tears. "Sorry," Sam said. Janet started to argue, but Sam said, "Sorry it took me so long."
"Oh," Janet said. "In that case, apology accepted."
Lying in bed on their fifth anniversary, Sam looked at the dog tags resting on her chest. Colonel Samantha Carter. Commander of the USS Hammond as of tomorrow morning at 0800. Previous commander of the Atlantis expedition. She picked up one of the tags and angled it to catch the moonlight coming in through the window. The light of a heavenly body she had once stood upon glistened off her embossed name and rank.
Janet rolled over and her arm slipped around Sam's waist. Sam put down her dog tag and put her arm around Janet's shoulder to pull her closer. She kissed Janet's forehead. Colonel Janet Fraiser, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Hammond as of tomorrow at 0830.
Tomorrow they would launch. They would set out on a routine patrol trip to Dakara to drop off supplies for the Free Jaffa Nation. It was a milk run, mostly unnecessary but symbolic. Janet moaned in her sleep and Sam rubbed her hand in slow circles until she quieted.
Sam had dreamt of walking on the moon and having someone she loved.
She had walked on dozens of moons and countless alien planets. She had Janet Fraiser.
Sometimes dreams were just the starting point.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Word Count: 786
Category: Romance
Spoilers: The Curse, post-series events
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for the sam_janet_fthon
Summary: Sam thinks about her dreams the night before a big day.
Once upon a time, Samantha Carter dreamed of walking on the moon. She had other dreams as well; a vintage Indian motorcycle and a Nobel Prize would be nice. But the moon was always her final destination and her ultimate goal. She wanted to feel that grainy sand under her feet and feel a moon rock through thick insulated gloves. She wanted to tilt her upper body back and look at the Earth. She wanted to cover entire continents with her thumb.
When she was in her thirties, she walked through an alien portal and stood on an alien planet. It was the first of many worlds in the universe that held her boot print. She stood on alien shorelines and watched twin moons set in rippling oceans that didn't have a name. She had spent a gloriously endless night with a woman who was born and raised on an entirely different planet. She'd bathed in water that no other human had ever touched, tasted, or felt as raindrops.
On her fortieth birthday, Jacob Carter arranged for a tel'tac and took her to Earth's moon. She was smiling too hard to thank him with words, but he assured her the shine in her eyes was enough for him. She stood in the sea of tranquility and lifted one hand. It took more than a thumb, but she managed to completely block North America with her gloved hand.
She also had a private life goal that she wanted to achieve. A loving partner, a home, a life outside of her lab. General O'Neill had made it his hobby to tease her about being a workaholic, but it wasn't just the experiments that held her attention. Every time she walked into her empty home, every time she turned on the lights and pushed open the curtains, she was reminded that she lived alone. There was no one to give a daily report to, no one who would patiently eat dinner while listening to the latest base politics. So she just stayed at work until her job was done and went home to sleep and change clothes.
Then Janet.
Sam fell in love with Janet during their fourth year of the Stargate Program. Friendship became something else in Cairo, during a mission where a Goa'uld got away and they were all injured. Janet wanted to play it safe before they risked a trans-Atlantic journey back to the base, so they stayed in Egypt overnight to make sure Osiris hadn't caused permanent damage to any of them during her escape.
Without Cassandra or the base overshadowing their days, Sam found she truly enjoyed Janet's company. They laughed, they shopped in marketplaces, they bought tacky souvenirs for the people back home. After dinner in a small café, quoting lines from Casablanca to each other, Janet had put her hand on top of Sam's and stroked her knuckles. Her eyes had many things she wasn't saying, but Sam read them all perfectly. She had stood up, walked around the table, and bent down to kiss Janet's lips in the middle of the café.
No one in the café paid any attention to the display. Janet kept her hands on the table, and Sam kept her hands on Janet's shoulders. She finally pulled back and looked into Janet's eyes to find them overflowing with tears. "Sorry," Sam said. Janet started to argue, but Sam said, "Sorry it took me so long."
"Oh," Janet said. "In that case, apology accepted."
Lying in bed on their fifth anniversary, Sam looked at the dog tags resting on her chest. Colonel Samantha Carter. Commander of the USS Hammond as of tomorrow morning at 0800. Previous commander of the Atlantis expedition. She picked up one of the tags and angled it to catch the moonlight coming in through the window. The light of a heavenly body she had once stood upon glistened off her embossed name and rank.
Janet rolled over and her arm slipped around Sam's waist. Sam put down her dog tag and put her arm around Janet's shoulder to pull her closer. She kissed Janet's forehead. Colonel Janet Fraiser, Chief Medical Officer of the USS Hammond as of tomorrow at 0830.
Tomorrow they would launch. They would set out on a routine patrol trip to Dakara to drop off supplies for the Free Jaffa Nation. It was a milk run, mostly unnecessary but symbolic. Janet moaned in her sleep and Sam rubbed her hand in slow circles until she quieted.
Sam had dreamt of walking on the moon and having someone she loved.
She had walked on dozens of moons and countless alien planets. She had Janet Fraiser.
Sometimes dreams were just the starting point.