Meant to Be 16/? (SG-1 Sam/Janet femslash)
After about 15 minutes, Janet realized that Sam had fallen to sleep. She slid out from underneath her, still holding her hand, and sat at her bedside.
"Lunch?" Sharon asked Janet mildly.
Janet shook her head.
"Janet...," Sharon's voice held a note of warning.
Janet looked up at her, and gave a small smile. "I know," she said, "I should take my own advice. I'm sorry, Sharon. Yes. Please. A sandwich or something would be great. And maybe something to drink. No," she grinned, "not coffee, I know. Fruit juice maybe, something like that."
"I'll be right back," Sharon smiled in return.
Sam shifted in her sleep, and tightened her hold on Janet's hand.
"Hey, sweetie," Janet murmured softly. "That's it, baby, you sleep. I'm staying here, Sam. I'll be by your side when you wake."
= = =
"That was great," Janet said to Sharon as she finished her chicken sandwich. "I didn't realize how hungry I was."
"I'm not surprised you were hungry," Sharon replied. "You've hardly eaten the past few days. She's gonna be okay, Janet," she said softly.
"Thank God," Janet's voice was small. "I should go tell Cassie's she's out of danger."
"I'll go," Sharon replied. "You need to be here if she wakes."
"Do you mind?" Janet was grateful.
"Not at all. Can I tell her she can come see her tomorrow?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah, tomorrow, that should be okay," Janet replied. "Sam'll want to see her, I'm sure."
= = =
"Isn't that good news?" Ella beamed as Sharon left their room, pulling Cassie into a warm hug. "She's going to be alright."
Cassie nodded, tears filling her eyes. She melted into her grandmother's arms. "I was so worried, Grandma," she said. "It made me think of my Mom on Hanka."
"Of course it did," Ella rocked her gently. "But it's all going to be okay now. Shall we take Angus out for a walk to celebrate? I think he's going a bit stir-crazy here," she smiled as she looked down at the small dog.
"Yeah," Cassie nodded, wiping her eyes. "And Grandma?"
"Yes, Cass?" Ella said.
"Can we pick some flowers for Sam when we go to the surface? There's some nice wild ones just by the big tree."
"I think that's a wonderful idea," Ella replied. "Next time she wakes up she'll see them, and that'll cheer her up."
= = =
"I thought we had a deal," Janet smiled wryly at Sharon that evening.
"Huh?" Sharon was confused.
"You promised me that as soon as Sam was breathing on her own that you'd get some rest. In your quarters."
Sharon grinned. "I did, didn't I?" she said. She looked at her watch. "Alice comes on shift in a half hour," she said. "How about I call the commissary, get them to bring up some dinner for us both. Then, by the time we've eaten, Alice will be here, so I won't be leaving you alone."
"I won't be alone," Janet said softly, looking tenderly at Sam.
Sharon smiled. "No," she said. "Not alone."
= = =
"I'll see you tomorrow morning then, Jan," Sharon kissed Janet on the cheek. "I hope you get some sleep. Both of you."
"We will," Janet smiled.
= = =
As Sharon approached her quarters, she reached into her pocket for her cellphone. She was dialing as she opened the door to her room. "I hope that's me you're calling," a soft voice spoke from the corner of the room.
Sharon looked over. "Cora!" she cried.
"Hey," Cora said gently, as she got up from the chair and went over to Sharon, taking her in her arms. She kissed her softly. "I missed you," she said.
"I missed you too," Sharon's voice cracked with emotion. "So much. How are the kids?"
"They're great," Cora replied. "Your mom's with them. I had to see you."
"I'm so glad you did," Sharon said. "How did you get in here?" she asked.
"I didn't think I'd be able to," Cora admitted. "But I saw that nice colonel, I forget his name. The one we met at Janet and Sam's. Sam's CO, I think."
"Colonel O'Neill," Sharon smiled. "He's a good guy."
"He escorted me here personally," Cora told her. "Said any friend of Sam and Janet's was fine by him. Hey," she said, concern in her voice. "You're shaking."
Sharon shook her head. "I'm just tired," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "It's been awful honey," she admitted. "I don't know how Janet coped. She's amazing. I just couldn't stop thinking, what would I have done if it had been you? I don't think I'd have kept it together like she did. I don't know what I'd do if...."
"Shh," Cora replied. "It's not going to happen to me. Not to either of us. Sam was real unlucky. Richmond's a total asshole. How is Sam doing now?"
Sharon smiled slightly. "Much better," she replied. "She's off the ventilator, and her fever's way down."
"Poor Janet," Cora said. "She must be so relieved."
Sharon nodded. "How long can you stay?" she asked.
"All night," Cora told her. "Your mom's staying overnight at our house, and she'll take Mikey to pre-school tomorrow. I just wanted to hold you," she smiled ruefully. "And," she grinned, "Mikey insisted that I come in with this for Sam," she reached over to her bag and withdrew the picture their son had painted for Sam. "He wants her to have it to make her feel better."
"She'll love it," Sharon said. She looked at it carefully. "Hey," she said. "It's a picture of his train set. The one Sam fixed for him. I'll put it up in her room tomorrow morning. He's a good kid, isn't he?"
"Yeah," Cora agreed. "And he's real sensitive too. He was going to do a picture of her truck, but when he found out that she was in it when she had her 'accident' he did the trains instead."
"That's so sweet," Sharon said. She remembered something. "You do realize I only have a single bed here?" she motioned to the bed in the corner of the room."
"I don't think that's gonna be a problem," Cora smiled. "We always used to manage, didn't we?" She grinned. "You do remember my room at college, huh?"
Sharon smiled back. "Oh yeah," she replied. "Single mattress on the floor. No lampshades. Peeling paint. Cracked glass in the window."
"We had some of the best times in that room, didn't we?" Cora said.
"We sure did," Sharon agreed, reaching up and starting to unbutton her lover's shirt. "Thank God Mom moved to Colorado when we did, huh?" she grinned. "Babysitting on tap!"
= = =
"100.3," Janet smiled at Sam a few days later. "How are you feeling baby?" she asked, tenderly.
Sam smiled back at her. "Good," she said, her voice hoarse from lack of use. She reached out and took Janet's hand. "How are you Jan?" she peered into her face, seeing evidence of exhaustion and tension.
Janet squeezed her fingers gently, and sat on the edge of Sam's bed. She reached down and kissed her softly on the lips. "On top of the world," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Now I know you're gonna be okay." She kissed her again.
"I love you," Sam said quietly, and tried to stifle a yawn.
"You should sleep," Janet said.
"That's all I seem to do," Sam grumbled. "I can't stay awake for more than a few minutes."
"You need to sleep, baby," Janet ran her hand through her hair. "Your body needs to recover. And Sam? I love you too."
Sam smiled as she drifted off to sleep.
= = =
"Oh thank God," Sam sighed, as she buckled up in the car. "I was starting to go crazy in that infirmary."
Janet smiled at her. "We're going home," she said. "Both of us," tears filled her eyes unexpectedly, and she turned away so that Sam wouldn't see, but it was too late.
"It's okay, Jan," Sam said gently. "I know you've had a tough time. It's been much worse for you, I do know that. You've had to do everything."
"The worst was when I couldn't do anything," Janet admitted. "When I could only sit there. Hold your hand. Pray."
"Your prayers worked," Sam said quietly. "And so did all your care and love. It's all gonna be okay."
"You've still got a long way to go," Janet reminded her. "Your leg, especially."
"I'll be fine. With you by my side, I can do anything," Sam leaned over and kissed her gently. "Now get me the hell out of here Dr Fraiser!" she grinned as she spoke.
"It would be my pleasure," Janet said as she started the car.
= = =
Janet helped Sam to the couch in the living room. "I'll go get us some lunch," she said. "Be right back."
Sam nodded. She was exhausted just by the short trip and exertion of getting from the car into the house.
Janet went into the kitchen, and saw a pot on the stove. There was a note on the counter.
My dear Janet and Samantha,
I am so pleased you are both getting home today. I've made some soup for your lunch, it's on the stove ready to be heated up when you are ready.
There's a fish pie in the refrigerator for dinner. I'm going to pick Cassie up from school this afternoon, and we're going to spoil ourselves with a movie and pizza. Angus'll be fine in my yard for a couple of hours. I'll bring them both back around 8pm tonight. If that's not okay, give me a call, otherwise I'll see you this evening.
Much love to you both,
Ella
Janet felt her eyes filling up. She went back through to the living room, and wordlessly passed the note to Sam, who was equally moved by their elderly friend's thoughtfulness.
"That's so sweet," Sam said. "She's real kind. She really is part of the family now, huh?"
"Yeah," Janet agreed. "And Cass loves her so much. I'll bring you some soup Sam."
= = =
"Bed," Janet said firmly as Sam put down her soup bowl. "No," she saw Sam was about to protest. "You swore to me you'd follow doctor's orders if I let you come home. You're exhausted, Sam."
Sam gave a small smile. "Yeah," she said. "I am. Okay, baby," she said. "Help me up," she asked, as she reached for her crutches.
Janet guided her to the study, where the guys had put their bed temporarily. Janet knew that Sam wasn't up to climbing up and down the stairs regularly, but desperately wanted to take her home. So O'Neill had suggested that he and Teal'c and Daniel should come round and move things around for them. Fortunately there was a small bathroom downstairs, as well as a shower, so Sam could just live on the ground floor for a few weeks until she was more mobile.
Janet helped Sam to change into a loose fitting nightshirt. Very carefully, she lifted Sam's plastered leg and eased it on to the bed, noticing Sam wincing as she did so. "Are you okay?" she asked Sam.
"M'fine," Sam's voice was tight. "Truly. It just gets a little sore. I'll be glad once I can get the cast off."
"Just three more weeks," Janet said. "There, how's that?"
"It's great," Sam smiled, as Janet drew the covers up to her chin. "Stay a little while, huh?"
"Try and stop me," Janet undid her own jeans and kicked them off. She slid in next to Sam and wriggled up close. She took Sam's hand, and pulled her arm over her, snuggling up into her embrace. "I've missed this," she said wistfully. "Just being close."
"Me too," Sam said softly. "So much. Thank you for taking care of me Jan. I love you."
"I love you too, baby," Janet turned to face her lover and kissed her tenderly.