In the interest of fic exorcism (and because yes, I can still write SG1 Fic ;)
There's something about having finished ficlets sitting around in my WIP folder that makes me itchy. I had grand plans to bookend this with a Janet/Cassie story and post them as a pair, but mother's day weekend kind of snuck up on me. (I'm still coming to terms with my baby turning 4 and the required celebratory events - anybody know how to make a rocket ship out of cupcakes?)
Anybody wanting to write the Janet/Cassie half of this, please jump in. :)
Untitled/Unbeta'd
Category: Gen, Sam, Jack, friendship
Spoilers/Season: Post-'Heroes'
Summary: Cassie comes to stay with Sam, post-Heroes, but Sam isn't sure she's up to the task.
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey
*
Sam hits the speed-dial on her cell phone as she shuts the front door behind her. ‘This is stupid,’ she thinks as the third ring turns into the fourth. ‘I can do this. I’ve seen more combat than the boys in the Gulf. I’ve blown up a star, for crying out loud. I can do this.’
Her finger is hovering over the disconnect button when the party on the other end picks up.
“O’Neill.” His voice has that slurry, pain-killer thick sound to it.
“Sir, I can’t do this,” she blurts.
“Carter?” She hears a crash that can only be the phone being dropped, followed by a mumbled ‘sorry’. He’s only been home from the hospital a day. She probably should have called Daniel instead.
“Carter?” he sounds a little less rusty this time. “You still there?”
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” she says before she can lose her nerve. She checks over her shoulder but the front door is still closed. “I don’t know the first thing about teenagers. Janet always… ” and her throat tightens a bit. She swallows. “Janet always knew what to say to her. I don’t have a clue.” She slumps down onto the front step.
“Hey,” Jack says in her ear. “Carter, you can do this.”
“She won’t come out and eat,” Sam all but wails. Ridiculous, she thinks, but it’s one of the few measurable parental objectives she knows, and she’s already failed it spectacularly.
He sighs loudly. “Carter.” He’s never this gentle when he’s trying to boost morale. “Cassie’s a big girl. She’s just lost her mother. If she’s not hungry, it’s not the end of the world.”
‘I know,’ she thinks, because she does, she’s been there, but part of her always has to argue and be sure. “But… “
“Teenagers are like hibernating bears. She’ll come out when she’s hungry.”
She nods, even though he can’t see her. “Thanks. It’s just that- “
“Carter, you can do this.” It comes out sounding tired so she slips in an apology when she thanks him, and hangs up the phone.
She stands up, blows out a breath, and goes back into the house. ‘I can do this.’
.end
Anybody wanting to write the Janet/Cassie half of this, please jump in. :)
Untitled/Unbeta'd
Category: Gen, Sam, Jack, friendship
Spoilers/Season: Post-'Heroes'
Summary: Cassie comes to stay with Sam, post-Heroes, but Sam isn't sure she's up to the task.
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey
*
Sam hits the speed-dial on her cell phone as she shuts the front door behind her. ‘This is stupid,’ she thinks as the third ring turns into the fourth. ‘I can do this. I’ve seen more combat than the boys in the Gulf. I’ve blown up a star, for crying out loud. I can do this.’
Her finger is hovering over the disconnect button when the party on the other end picks up.
“O’Neill.” His voice has that slurry, pain-killer thick sound to it.
“Sir, I can’t do this,” she blurts.
“Carter?” She hears a crash that can only be the phone being dropped, followed by a mumbled ‘sorry’. He’s only been home from the hospital a day. She probably should have called Daniel instead.
“Carter?” he sounds a little less rusty this time. “You still there?”
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” she says before she can lose her nerve. She checks over her shoulder but the front door is still closed. “I don’t know the first thing about teenagers. Janet always… ” and her throat tightens a bit. She swallows. “Janet always knew what to say to her. I don’t have a clue.” She slumps down onto the front step.
“Hey,” Jack says in her ear. “Carter, you can do this.”
“She won’t come out and eat,” Sam all but wails. Ridiculous, she thinks, but it’s one of the few measurable parental objectives she knows, and she’s already failed it spectacularly.
He sighs loudly. “Carter.” He’s never this gentle when he’s trying to boost morale. “Cassie’s a big girl. She’s just lost her mother. If she’s not hungry, it’s not the end of the world.”
‘I know,’ she thinks, because she does, she’s been there, but part of her always has to argue and be sure. “But… “
“Teenagers are like hibernating bears. She’ll come out when she’s hungry.”
She nods, even though he can’t see her. “Thanks. It’s just that- “
“Carter, you can do this.” It comes out sounding tired so she slips in an apology when she thanks him, and hangs up the phone.
She stands up, blows out a breath, and goes back into the house. ‘I can do this.’
.end