FIC: Short Notice [SG-1, Sam/Janet, R]
Title: Short Notice
Author: sathinks
Recipient: wisdomeagle
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Janet/Sam
Rating: R
Word Count: 2800
Notes: Set early in the series, maybe around season three. With thanks, as always, to minim_calibre.
Summary: In the middle of her office, Sam started laughing.
In the middle of her office, Sam started laughing.
It was such an unusual thing that Daniel, who had been walking by from the canteen for his seventh mug of coffee for the day, and Janet, who had been returning to the sickbay, both popped their heads curiously into her office and tried to wipe any potential worry from their faces.
When she looked up, she blinked to see two faces staring at her where there previously had been none. "What--oh," she said, looking down at the piece of paper she was holding. "Guys, really, it's okay."
"I'm sure it is," Janet said with a hint of a smile on her face, entering the room. "But I have to say, an applied astrophysics lab is not usually the place for laughter."
"Then you didn't go to my grad school," she and Daniel said simultaneously, smiling at their jinx.
"It was always the space junkies who threw the craziest parties," Daniel said in a faux-whisper.
"Anyway," Sam said, rifling the paper, "it's not really that funny, unless--well, unless you work here." A hint of a wry smile creased her face. "It turns out my lease ended three weeks ago, and my landlord has boxed all my things to storage to rent the place out again. And I didn't even notice, because I've spent the last month underground."
"Or in space," Daniel pointed out.
Sam tilted her head, and laughed again. "So I am basically homeless until I find a new place to rent, and I still have to get my things back. I just--I can't believe I never even noticed that my lease was up." Her smile turned sad. "I can't believe I never went home."
Janet walked up to her and put a hand on her arm. "Listen, you're more than welcome to stay with me and Cassie," she said. "You know we'd love to have you."
Sam smiled, and rested her hand on top of Janet's. "Thanks, but I can always stay here," she said, gesturing around the base. "It's not like it would really change anything."
"No, I insist," Janet said.
"You should do it," Daniel advised, "get some fresh air for awhile."
Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Because you've been so good about getting out of this place?"
"Hey, now, no finger pointing!" Daniel said, brandishing his coffee at her in defense. "I've been working on a translation."
"And I've been working on a naquadah generator," she countered.
"Okay then, it's settled," Janet interjected. "Sam is staying with me, and I am ordering Daniel to be outside the base for seventy-two hours on pain of medical examination," she said with a pointed look at Daniel. He sighed, displeased, into his coffee.
"Fine," said Daniel. "But if I have to go, so do Jack and Teal'c."
Janet smiled. "Not a problem." She turned back to Sam. "Come over before six, and we can have dinner. Cassie is going to be thrilled."
"I bet she is," Sam murmured. Daniel left, and as Janet turned to leave too, Sam held on to her arm. "Listen, are you sure about this?" she said with concern. "I don't want to impose on you two. And--I don't want to make things, uh, weird," she faltered, taking her hand back.
Janet didn't even look for the cameras they both knew were there and let her fingers caress Sam's jawline. Her eyes fluttered closed at the touch, and Janet smiled again. "There is not even a question in my mind," she said.
"Okay," Sam said, catching her breath. "Seeya at six."
After trying to take her mind off how, exactly, this was going to play out by fiddling with the generator for the next five hours, Sam finally threw down her tools in annoyance and blew the hair from her eyes. She looked down at her hands, which were ruddy and a little dirty from the work she'd been doing. She checked the time and figured she had enough leeway to take a shower and change before driving out to Janet and Cassie's. She took a quick shower and tried not to spend any more time on her clothes than she could let herself get away with, threw a few shirts and a pair of pants into a duffel, and got into her car.
If she skirted the speed limit, she'd probably have just enough time to grab a bottle of wine at the store down the road from Janet's.
She stood in front of Janet's small house, holding a bottle of chardonnay with her bag slung over her shoulder, and hesitated before pressing the doorbell. But just as she was getting ready to, Cassie threw open the door. "Sam!" she shouted, throwing her arms around Sam's neck.
"Oof," Sam said, hugging her in return. "It's nice to see you too, Cassie."
"Mom says you're going to be staying with us for awhile," Cassie said, tugging her into the living room.
"Yeah," Sam said, a little sidetracked by Cassie calling Janet "mom" and also how old Cassie looked now. God, how long had it been since she'd been out here? Too long, she thought ruefully.
"That's awesome! I have so much to tell you, like about school, and math--no one knows anything about math! They want me to join the *math team,* Sam, how cool is that? And stupid Jimmy Francis is still annoying the crap out of me, you remember I told you how he threw a paper football at my head--"
"Don't say 'crap,' honey," Janet said mildly, bringing out a couple glasses. She looked at Sam, smiling, and something fluttered in Sam's stomach. "Welcome home," Janet said softly, kissing Sam on the cheek and taking the bottle of wine from her to open.
"Thanks," Sam said, putting her bag by the door. "I'm happy to be here."
"Cassie, would you check on the lasagna please?" Janet said.
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Mom! Sam just got here!"
"And she's going to be here for awhile, so would you please just go check on dinner? Okay, thank you," she said as Cassie left for the kitchen in an annoyed huff.
"So, let me say hello to you properly," Janet said, pulling Sam close. They kissed right there, in the middle of Janet's living room, and it was like the world tilted a little for Sam. They had been doing this, being together, for a few months now, but they were months punctuated with aliens, gate alarms, and rescue missions lasting weeks on end. It felt like they were still beginning. No, they were *definitely* still beginning, which was the biggest reason Sam felt nervous. She didn't want to mess things up during her time as a house-guest. This was the best thing she had going in a long time, and she was a little paranoid that something was going to go wrong.
"Hi," Janet said against Sam's lips.
"Hi," Sam said back, and then remembered where they were. "Oh--" she said, stepping away, but Janet held her closely still. "What about Cassie?" Sam asked.
"She knows," Janet said plainly. "She doesn't have the same ideas about gender and sexuality as we do. She didn't really understand why I was telling her this, and she had guessed as much anyway. So she's more than okay, just like we are, I hope."
"No, we are," Sam reassured her. "We definitely are." This would work out. It had to.
Dinner was a fun affair, filled with Cassie's chattering and a quick game of prime-not-prime that had Janet clearing the table to get away from it, and Cassie crowing each time she got one right. By the point it was Cassie's bedtime, Sam had laughed more and talked more than she had in what felt like forever. It was a good feeling. A human feeling. It was something she needed, a break from the stress of world-saving, she thought wryly to herself.
As Cassie started moaning about going to bed, citing Sam as a good enough reason to stay up, which set Sam to laughing again, she was hustled off by her own grinning mother and at the snick of the door, Sam started to clean up the table.
"Thanks," Janet said upon returning. "We can just put everything into the washing machine. Usually I'd want to do it myself, but I'm not in the mood tonight," she said, grabbing the wine glasses and the lasagna dish. They made short work of the table, and after putting everything into the fridge and the washing machine, Sam tried to think of something to break the slightly awkward silence.
"So," she tried, "what time do you have to be at work in the morning?"
Janet fixed her eyes on Sam, and it was unnerving how it always seemed like Janet could see inside her head like that. It was never demanding or calculating, just knowing. Sam wasn't used to someone knowing her that well. At least, by someone who wasn't on her team.
"I'm taking the morning off," Janet said, walking over to Sam and placing her hands on either side of Sam's body, trapping her against the kitchen counter. Sam slouched a little to minimize the difference in height.
"Oh really?" Sam said. "So the mandatory time off applies to you too."
"Yes," Janet said, looking at Sam's mouth. "In this case it does." Their lips met again, and Sam forgot why they ever stopped kissing. Her arms came up to pull Janet closer to her, and the kiss deepened so that everything flew from Sam's mind. No damned unworkable generators, no gate algorithms, no impossible problem solving: just this, just them. That was all she wanted and all she needed right now.
A moan escaped her lips, and she gasped a little when they parted, surprised to find her hands tangled up in Janet's hair and Janet looking as blown away as Sam felt. "God," Sam said.
"It has been far too long," Janet said, breathing a little heavy, and pulling Sam back for more. Sam was happy to go.
They kissed there for a long while, relearning each other and learning more about each other. When clothes started to be unbuttoned and half-off, Sam pulled away even as she wanted to lean back in and said, "Bedroom. I think, bedroom."
Janet grinned. "I like it when you don't speak in full sentences. It's very endearing."
Sam glared a little. "Yeah, well," she said lamely, running a hand through her wild hair.
Janet nodded. "That's what I thought. C'mon, bedroom," she said, taking Sam's hand.
They crept quietly past Cassie's door and went in to Janet's room, which Sam had seen only once before when Cassie was away at a weekend retreat. It was homey and familiar, and Janet nudged her towards the bed. Sam fell backwards with a whuff, and Janet crawled over her, helping her out of her clothes as she went.
"I have wanted to have you here for so long," Janet said against Sam's ear, biting it as she went, making Sam arch against her. "So long, Sam. I was willing to wait, but I don't feel like waiting any more."
Sam could only pant; she didn't know how Janet could think when she was doing those things, because Sam definitely couldn't. But she heard what Janet was saying, and pulled her closer with every word. This is what she wanted too, more than anything she'd wanted in a long time. She'd forgotten what it was like to want like this.
"I don't know," Janet said, her hand snaking lower and lower until they made their way against Sam, making her arch and shudder against Janet's body, "I don't know that I'm ever going to let you leave, you know," she said, punctuating her words with strong presses in just the right spots. Soon Sam was coming against her fingers while Janet kissed her, strong and present.
Sam sighed as she came down, letting her fingers run against Janet's skin. "Let me," she said, pushing Janet to lie down. She pulled off what remained of Janet's clothes and knelt on the floor, pulling Janet to the best position on the end of the bed. At her first tentative lick, Janet opened herself wide, and Sam gained a little more confidence to go in hard and deep.
She liked the way that made Janet moan, so she pushed through the haze of her own mind and licked and sucked at Janet, remembering the things she had learned in college and learning new things as Janet bucked against her and came.
Janet's hand scrabbled against Sam's shoulder and Sam took the cue to come back on the bed. They pushed away the covers and crawled in next to each other, tangling up beneath the sheets and just looking at each other for a long time.
Janet pushed Sam's hair away from her face, and Sam's hand couldn't seem to stray from Janet's hip. This was the most happy and most satisfied Sam had been in far longer than she could remember.
She hoped Janet meant it when she said she didn't want Sam to leave.
She hoped this would last.
Author: sathinks
Recipient: wisdomeagle
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Janet/Sam
Rating: R
Word Count: 2800
Notes: Set early in the series, maybe around season three. With thanks, as always, to minim_calibre.
Summary: In the middle of her office, Sam started laughing.
In the middle of her office, Sam started laughing.
It was such an unusual thing that Daniel, who had been walking by from the canteen for his seventh mug of coffee for the day, and Janet, who had been returning to the sickbay, both popped their heads curiously into her office and tried to wipe any potential worry from their faces.
When she looked up, she blinked to see two faces staring at her where there previously had been none. "What--oh," she said, looking down at the piece of paper she was holding. "Guys, really, it's okay."
"I'm sure it is," Janet said with a hint of a smile on her face, entering the room. "But I have to say, an applied astrophysics lab is not usually the place for laughter."
"Then you didn't go to my grad school," she and Daniel said simultaneously, smiling at their jinx.
"It was always the space junkies who threw the craziest parties," Daniel said in a faux-whisper.
"Anyway," Sam said, rifling the paper, "it's not really that funny, unless--well, unless you work here." A hint of a wry smile creased her face. "It turns out my lease ended three weeks ago, and my landlord has boxed all my things to storage to rent the place out again. And I didn't even notice, because I've spent the last month underground."
"Or in space," Daniel pointed out.
Sam tilted her head, and laughed again. "So I am basically homeless until I find a new place to rent, and I still have to get my things back. I just--I can't believe I never even noticed that my lease was up." Her smile turned sad. "I can't believe I never went home."
Janet walked up to her and put a hand on her arm. "Listen, you're more than welcome to stay with me and Cassie," she said. "You know we'd love to have you."
Sam smiled, and rested her hand on top of Janet's. "Thanks, but I can always stay here," she said, gesturing around the base. "It's not like it would really change anything."
"No, I insist," Janet said.
"You should do it," Daniel advised, "get some fresh air for awhile."
Sam raised an eyebrow at him. "Because you've been so good about getting out of this place?"
"Hey, now, no finger pointing!" Daniel said, brandishing his coffee at her in defense. "I've been working on a translation."
"And I've been working on a naquadah generator," she countered.
"Okay then, it's settled," Janet interjected. "Sam is staying with me, and I am ordering Daniel to be outside the base for seventy-two hours on pain of medical examination," she said with a pointed look at Daniel. He sighed, displeased, into his coffee.
"Fine," said Daniel. "But if I have to go, so do Jack and Teal'c."
Janet smiled. "Not a problem." She turned back to Sam. "Come over before six, and we can have dinner. Cassie is going to be thrilled."
"I bet she is," Sam murmured. Daniel left, and as Janet turned to leave too, Sam held on to her arm. "Listen, are you sure about this?" she said with concern. "I don't want to impose on you two. And--I don't want to make things, uh, weird," she faltered, taking her hand back.
Janet didn't even look for the cameras they both knew were there and let her fingers caress Sam's jawline. Her eyes fluttered closed at the touch, and Janet smiled again. "There is not even a question in my mind," she said.
"Okay," Sam said, catching her breath. "Seeya at six."
After trying to take her mind off how, exactly, this was going to play out by fiddling with the generator for the next five hours, Sam finally threw down her tools in annoyance and blew the hair from her eyes. She looked down at her hands, which were ruddy and a little dirty from the work she'd been doing. She checked the time and figured she had enough leeway to take a shower and change before driving out to Janet and Cassie's. She took a quick shower and tried not to spend any more time on her clothes than she could let herself get away with, threw a few shirts and a pair of pants into a duffel, and got into her car.
If she skirted the speed limit, she'd probably have just enough time to grab a bottle of wine at the store down the road from Janet's.
She stood in front of Janet's small house, holding a bottle of chardonnay with her bag slung over her shoulder, and hesitated before pressing the doorbell. But just as she was getting ready to, Cassie threw open the door. "Sam!" she shouted, throwing her arms around Sam's neck.
"Oof," Sam said, hugging her in return. "It's nice to see you too, Cassie."
"Mom says you're going to be staying with us for awhile," Cassie said, tugging her into the living room.
"Yeah," Sam said, a little sidetracked by Cassie calling Janet "mom" and also how old Cassie looked now. God, how long had it been since she'd been out here? Too long, she thought ruefully.
"That's awesome! I have so much to tell you, like about school, and math--no one knows anything about math! They want me to join the *math team,* Sam, how cool is that? And stupid Jimmy Francis is still annoying the crap out of me, you remember I told you how he threw a paper football at my head--"
"Don't say 'crap,' honey," Janet said mildly, bringing out a couple glasses. She looked at Sam, smiling, and something fluttered in Sam's stomach. "Welcome home," Janet said softly, kissing Sam on the cheek and taking the bottle of wine from her to open.
"Thanks," Sam said, putting her bag by the door. "I'm happy to be here."
"Cassie, would you check on the lasagna please?" Janet said.
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Mom! Sam just got here!"
"And she's going to be here for awhile, so would you please just go check on dinner? Okay, thank you," she said as Cassie left for the kitchen in an annoyed huff.
"So, let me say hello to you properly," Janet said, pulling Sam close. They kissed right there, in the middle of Janet's living room, and it was like the world tilted a little for Sam. They had been doing this, being together, for a few months now, but they were months punctuated with aliens, gate alarms, and rescue missions lasting weeks on end. It felt like they were still beginning. No, they were *definitely* still beginning, which was the biggest reason Sam felt nervous. She didn't want to mess things up during her time as a house-guest. This was the best thing she had going in a long time, and she was a little paranoid that something was going to go wrong.
"Hi," Janet said against Sam's lips.
"Hi," Sam said back, and then remembered where they were. "Oh--" she said, stepping away, but Janet held her closely still. "What about Cassie?" Sam asked.
"She knows," Janet said plainly. "She doesn't have the same ideas about gender and sexuality as we do. She didn't really understand why I was telling her this, and she had guessed as much anyway. So she's more than okay, just like we are, I hope."
"No, we are," Sam reassured her. "We definitely are." This would work out. It had to.
Dinner was a fun affair, filled with Cassie's chattering and a quick game of prime-not-prime that had Janet clearing the table to get away from it, and Cassie crowing each time she got one right. By the point it was Cassie's bedtime, Sam had laughed more and talked more than she had in what felt like forever. It was a good feeling. A human feeling. It was something she needed, a break from the stress of world-saving, she thought wryly to herself.
As Cassie started moaning about going to bed, citing Sam as a good enough reason to stay up, which set Sam to laughing again, she was hustled off by her own grinning mother and at the snick of the door, Sam started to clean up the table.
"Thanks," Janet said upon returning. "We can just put everything into the washing machine. Usually I'd want to do it myself, but I'm not in the mood tonight," she said, grabbing the wine glasses and the lasagna dish. They made short work of the table, and after putting everything into the fridge and the washing machine, Sam tried to think of something to break the slightly awkward silence.
"So," she tried, "what time do you have to be at work in the morning?"
Janet fixed her eyes on Sam, and it was unnerving how it always seemed like Janet could see inside her head like that. It was never demanding or calculating, just knowing. Sam wasn't used to someone knowing her that well. At least, by someone who wasn't on her team.
"I'm taking the morning off," Janet said, walking over to Sam and placing her hands on either side of Sam's body, trapping her against the kitchen counter. Sam slouched a little to minimize the difference in height.
"Oh really?" Sam said. "So the mandatory time off applies to you too."
"Yes," Janet said, looking at Sam's mouth. "In this case it does." Their lips met again, and Sam forgot why they ever stopped kissing. Her arms came up to pull Janet closer to her, and the kiss deepened so that everything flew from Sam's mind. No damned unworkable generators, no gate algorithms, no impossible problem solving: just this, just them. That was all she wanted and all she needed right now.
A moan escaped her lips, and she gasped a little when they parted, surprised to find her hands tangled up in Janet's hair and Janet looking as blown away as Sam felt. "God," Sam said.
"It has been far too long," Janet said, breathing a little heavy, and pulling Sam back for more. Sam was happy to go.
They kissed there for a long while, relearning each other and learning more about each other. When clothes started to be unbuttoned and half-off, Sam pulled away even as she wanted to lean back in and said, "Bedroom. I think, bedroom."
Janet grinned. "I like it when you don't speak in full sentences. It's very endearing."
Sam glared a little. "Yeah, well," she said lamely, running a hand through her wild hair.
Janet nodded. "That's what I thought. C'mon, bedroom," she said, taking Sam's hand.
They crept quietly past Cassie's door and went in to Janet's room, which Sam had seen only once before when Cassie was away at a weekend retreat. It was homey and familiar, and Janet nudged her towards the bed. Sam fell backwards with a whuff, and Janet crawled over her, helping her out of her clothes as she went.
"I have wanted to have you here for so long," Janet said against Sam's ear, biting it as she went, making Sam arch against her. "So long, Sam. I was willing to wait, but I don't feel like waiting any more."
Sam could only pant; she didn't know how Janet could think when she was doing those things, because Sam definitely couldn't. But she heard what Janet was saying, and pulled her closer with every word. This is what she wanted too, more than anything she'd wanted in a long time. She'd forgotten what it was like to want like this.
"I don't know," Janet said, her hand snaking lower and lower until they made their way against Sam, making her arch and shudder against Janet's body, "I don't know that I'm ever going to let you leave, you know," she said, punctuating her words with strong presses in just the right spots. Soon Sam was coming against her fingers while Janet kissed her, strong and present.
Sam sighed as she came down, letting her fingers run against Janet's skin. "Let me," she said, pushing Janet to lie down. She pulled off what remained of Janet's clothes and knelt on the floor, pulling Janet to the best position on the end of the bed. At her first tentative lick, Janet opened herself wide, and Sam gained a little more confidence to go in hard and deep.
She liked the way that made Janet moan, so she pushed through the haze of her own mind and licked and sucked at Janet, remembering the things she had learned in college and learning new things as Janet bucked against her and came.
Janet's hand scrabbled against Sam's shoulder and Sam took the cue to come back on the bed. They pushed away the covers and crawled in next to each other, tangling up beneath the sheets and just looking at each other for a long time.
Janet pushed Sam's hair away from her face, and Sam's hand couldn't seem to stray from Janet's hip. This was the most happy and most satisfied Sam had been in far longer than she could remember.
She hoped Janet meant it when she said she didn't want Sam to leave.
She hoped this would last.