Three Meetings
Disclaimer: Not mine! (but if i wanted to be anything in this fic, it would be the pillow).
Rating: For all.
Summary: The first meeting(s) of Sam and Janet.
Athor's Note: A response to galpalficathon a super-awesome idea about female friendship. This one is about Sam and Janet and their first meeting(s) a sorta response to the prompt "those first few weeks". might be a bit tweaked, but that is how I decided to interpret the prompt. It's short and quite a PWP. But I enjoyed writing it, so here it is.
Words: 1112, counted directly after it being finished.
Their first meeting actually happened in the dressing room, but none of them would recall it later. Sam was busy trying desperately not to be late for a de-briefing, and Janet was finally finished for the day (which didn't mean she was going home, she was going to shower and crash on the base). Sam accidentally took Janet's towel and was about to put it in her locker when Janet discovered hers was gone, looked at Sam who gave her a ”sorry”, handed it back and ran out of there.
Sam hated, hated, hated to be late. But it had been the boys' time in the shower room just when they were finished with their medical examination, so she'd had to do other stuff first while the dressing room was emptied. Sam was frustrated at this idea of separate times for the sexes. Did they have that many civilians on base that had put this stupid idea in the head of whomever made the decisions around here? This might be stereotypical armed forces thinking, Sam argued with herself as she entered the elevator, but it could hardly be a military idea. They were all soldiers, Sam had always showered with the boys (even if she would cover herself properly while changing, of course). She had always been one of the boys. Always one of the toughest, hardest. Never a little girl to cry when things didn't work her way. And now she was running late. Like 4 minutes late. Damn, O'Neill would be pissed, probably. Or worse, not pissed at all, coming up with stupid excuses like the fact that they had the shower first. God, she hated “girl-excuses”.
The first meeting they both remember, but seldom spoke about (and therefore don't really count as the first meeting since it would've been a really bad start on their friendship) was when Sam had managed to fall really badly on her way to the gate and as a result had a sprained ankle and some nasty bruises. Sam was pissed at slowing the team down and was not looking forward to have to rest due to her foot. Janet, on the other hand, had had a really bad day with an electrical overload in the infirmary causing some new equipment to fry, a bad and nasty call from her ex and on top of that she'd slept poorly.
“So, ma'am, let's see your foot,” she ordered as she approached Sam sitting at one of the beds in the infirmary. Sam threw her foot up on the bed. She'd already taken off her shoe. Janet gave her a look.
“And stop with the pouting, it won't be that bad.” Sam shot her an angry glare.
“I'm not pouting, I'm pissed.”
“Join the club, sweetheart,” Janet said and began examining Sam's foot, effectively shutting the blonde woman up as she had to grit her teeth not to yell out in pain.
Their third meeting, officially counted as their first, was when they had to share a room. The base had been forced to take on refugees after a mission SG-2 conducted that had gone horribly wrong (not all of it had been SG-2's fault, but quite possibly close to). Sam and Janet were forced to sleep on base as they both had to work late, Sam with A Very Important Gadget and Janet with health-checking the women, men and children that flooded through the gate (but luckily enough not the animals, they actually had a vet on the base, where ever he came from). The clock must've been around 1:30 am when they were finally finished (or more accurate; tired enough to realize no good came from them being up longer) and so they meet outside their now shared room.
“Oh, we're sharing tonight?” Janet looked at Sam who was just unlocking the door.
“Yeah, I guess, this is the room they gave me, said I'd be sharing it with the Doc.” They stepped in.
“Well, I guess that'll be me.” Janet turned on the lights, looking around the room. There was the usual bed in the middle of the room, and then there was...
“A NATO-bed, how nice of them,” Sam made a sarcastic remark. Janet looked at the bed, one of those easily-transported, easily-built beds. She wasn't a fan of them, but tired enough they served their purpose.
“I can take it,” she volunteered. Sam interrupted.
“No way. You have all those refugees to take of in the morning, right? I take it, I won't figure out the god damn gizzmo I've been staring at until lunch tomorrow anyway.” Janet gave her an amused smile.
“Okay then. But I thought you were the super-smart Captain who could solve this things in your sleep.” Sam gave her a “hey-I'm dead-tired” look.
“That's exactly what I'm aiming to do.”
“Just don't go sleep-walking,” Janet, starting to undress (gosh she was tired) replied, “I'm so not in the mood to work right now.” Sam crawled down in the extra bed, stretched and felt the wonderful feeling of finally taking a break sending small shivers of pleasure through her body.
“And I'm not planning to go anywhere right now. This place is way too great to leave.”
“I hear ya!” Janet replied as she literally jumped into the big bed, rolled around and just felt the bed. Sam looked up at the Doc and just giggled (giggled! Had she gone mad?). Suddenly, her face was hit by a pillow. Confused, she looked at the Doc, laughing so hard at the surprised expression on the Captain's face.
“Sorry! I'm really sorry, but I just had to!” She giggled and hid beneath her sheet. Sam wasn't slow to react, reaching for the pillow and ran over to the other bed and launched a great attack on the Doc. Janet tried to shield herself from under the sheet, but was hardly successful. The fight ended when Sam, exhausted and giggling fell down from the bed, causing Janet to look up from her hiding place and started to roar in an uncontrolled laughter, tears pouring down her cheeks causing Sam to do the same.
“God I'm so tired!” Sam cried out between laughters.
“Me too!” Janet fell back on her bed and tried to get some air. With a broad smile still on her face, Sam got up, threw the Doc her pillow and made her way back to her own bed.
“So, lunch tomorrow?” Sam said to the other woman who'd just made her act like a little girl, giggling and joining in a pillow-fight. It all felt kind of... new.
“Sure.”
Rating: For all.
Summary: The first meeting(s) of Sam and Janet.
Athor's Note: A response to galpalficathon a super-awesome idea about female friendship. This one is about Sam and Janet and their first meeting(s) a sorta response to the prompt "those first few weeks". might be a bit tweaked, but that is how I decided to interpret the prompt. It's short and quite a PWP. But I enjoyed writing it, so here it is.
Words: 1112, counted directly after it being finished.
Their first meeting actually happened in the dressing room, but none of them would recall it later. Sam was busy trying desperately not to be late for a de-briefing, and Janet was finally finished for the day (which didn't mean she was going home, she was going to shower and crash on the base). Sam accidentally took Janet's towel and was about to put it in her locker when Janet discovered hers was gone, looked at Sam who gave her a ”sorry”, handed it back and ran out of there.
Sam hated, hated, hated to be late. But it had been the boys' time in the shower room just when they were finished with their medical examination, so she'd had to do other stuff first while the dressing room was emptied. Sam was frustrated at this idea of separate times for the sexes. Did they have that many civilians on base that had put this stupid idea in the head of whomever made the decisions around here? This might be stereotypical armed forces thinking, Sam argued with herself as she entered the elevator, but it could hardly be a military idea. They were all soldiers, Sam had always showered with the boys (even if she would cover herself properly while changing, of course). She had always been one of the boys. Always one of the toughest, hardest. Never a little girl to cry when things didn't work her way. And now she was running late. Like 4 minutes late. Damn, O'Neill would be pissed, probably. Or worse, not pissed at all, coming up with stupid excuses like the fact that they had the shower first. God, she hated “girl-excuses”.
The first meeting they both remember, but seldom spoke about (and therefore don't really count as the first meeting since it would've been a really bad start on their friendship) was when Sam had managed to fall really badly on her way to the gate and as a result had a sprained ankle and some nasty bruises. Sam was pissed at slowing the team down and was not looking forward to have to rest due to her foot. Janet, on the other hand, had had a really bad day with an electrical overload in the infirmary causing some new equipment to fry, a bad and nasty call from her ex and on top of that she'd slept poorly.
“So, ma'am, let's see your foot,” she ordered as she approached Sam sitting at one of the beds in the infirmary. Sam threw her foot up on the bed. She'd already taken off her shoe. Janet gave her a look.
“And stop with the pouting, it won't be that bad.” Sam shot her an angry glare.
“I'm not pouting, I'm pissed.”
“Join the club, sweetheart,” Janet said and began examining Sam's foot, effectively shutting the blonde woman up as she had to grit her teeth not to yell out in pain.
Their third meeting, officially counted as their first, was when they had to share a room. The base had been forced to take on refugees after a mission SG-2 conducted that had gone horribly wrong (not all of it had been SG-2's fault, but quite possibly close to). Sam and Janet were forced to sleep on base as they both had to work late, Sam with A Very Important Gadget and Janet with health-checking the women, men and children that flooded through the gate (but luckily enough not the animals, they actually had a vet on the base, where ever he came from). The clock must've been around 1:30 am when they were finally finished (or more accurate; tired enough to realize no good came from them being up longer) and so they meet outside their now shared room.
“Oh, we're sharing tonight?” Janet looked at Sam who was just unlocking the door.
“Yeah, I guess, this is the room they gave me, said I'd be sharing it with the Doc.” They stepped in.
“Well, I guess that'll be me.” Janet turned on the lights, looking around the room. There was the usual bed in the middle of the room, and then there was...
“A NATO-bed, how nice of them,” Sam made a sarcastic remark. Janet looked at the bed, one of those easily-transported, easily-built beds. She wasn't a fan of them, but tired enough they served their purpose.
“I can take it,” she volunteered. Sam interrupted.
“No way. You have all those refugees to take of in the morning, right? I take it, I won't figure out the god damn gizzmo I've been staring at until lunch tomorrow anyway.” Janet gave her an amused smile.
“Okay then. But I thought you were the super-smart Captain who could solve this things in your sleep.” Sam gave her a “hey-I'm dead-tired” look.
“That's exactly what I'm aiming to do.”
“Just don't go sleep-walking,” Janet, starting to undress (gosh she was tired) replied, “I'm so not in the mood to work right now.” Sam crawled down in the extra bed, stretched and felt the wonderful feeling of finally taking a break sending small shivers of pleasure through her body.
“And I'm not planning to go anywhere right now. This place is way too great to leave.”
“I hear ya!” Janet replied as she literally jumped into the big bed, rolled around and just felt the bed. Sam looked up at the Doc and just giggled (giggled! Had she gone mad?). Suddenly, her face was hit by a pillow. Confused, she looked at the Doc, laughing so hard at the surprised expression on the Captain's face.
“Sorry! I'm really sorry, but I just had to!” She giggled and hid beneath her sheet. Sam wasn't slow to react, reaching for the pillow and ran over to the other bed and launched a great attack on the Doc. Janet tried to shield herself from under the sheet, but was hardly successful. The fight ended when Sam, exhausted and giggling fell down from the bed, causing Janet to look up from her hiding place and started to roar in an uncontrolled laughter, tears pouring down her cheeks causing Sam to do the same.
“God I'm so tired!” Sam cried out between laughters.
“Me too!” Janet fell back on her bed and tried to get some air. With a broad smile still on her face, Sam got up, threw the Doc her pillow and made her way back to her own bed.
“So, lunch tomorrow?” Sam said to the other woman who'd just made her act like a little girl, giggling and joining in a pillow-fight. It all felt kind of... new.
“Sure.”