FIC: Seven-and-a-Half Minutes
Title: Seven-and-a-Half Minutes
Author:
mcookies
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating: PG
Words: 762
Spoilers: None, really. I guess the end of season 2 for Sam's rank. Is that even a spoiler 8 years later?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Some other people do and they make money which I do not.
A/N: My eternal gratitude goes to
mrswoman for the beta. Without her suggestions and encouragement I would not be doing this.
0037 Tuesday
The hard rapping at the door startled Major Carter out of her silent reverie. As the door slowly opened to reveal the combat-ready form of her CO, Carter realized that she had been tying her left boot for the better part of the new day.
“You ready, Carter?” The casual tone in O'Neill's voice did nothing to hide the fear and apprehension flowing through the man.
“Just about, sir,” Carter replied shortly, taking comfort in his presence. She knew he would be at her side every step of the way through upcoming battle. “I just have one more thing I have to do.”
“Alright. Be in the gate room in 15 minutes, soldier.”
“Yes, sir,” Sam replied as O’Neill turned and left the room.
As Carter walked down the halls of the Cheyenne Mountain installation to her destination before finally making her way to the gate room, her team, and maybe oblivion, she laughed to herself at the Colonel's attitude and felt a great surge of warmth for the man. Just as the casual tone in his voice was directly proportional to the amount of fear he was experiencing, the more he relied on military protocols and impersonal appellations when speaking to her the more she felt his deep affection and admiration. Maybe one day, far removed from this moment and this mountain, they would be able to openly and honestly express their feelings for each other. Like Daniel always could. She wondered briefly if the universe was even big enough for Teal'c to get far enough away to do the same.
But right now, there were still too many things Sam couldn’t say and that left too many things unsaid. Hopefully, what she was about to do would at least be a step in the right direction. She stopped at the door at the end of the hall, took a deep breath, and entered the office.
Seven-and-a-half minutes after she finished tying her left boot, Major Samantha Carter was ready to step into the wormhole with her team and meet whatever came their way.
0730 Tuesday
Doctor Janet Frasier loved her job. She couldn't imagine any other assignment that would give her the opportunity to utilize all of her very impressive and considerable skills. So, she usually came to work with a sense of excitement and wonder, looking forward to the biological puzzles she would undoubtedly have to solve and feeling a little guilty that those puzzles usually came at the expense of the health and comfort of her colleagues traveling through the gate. She figured that since her creativity and persistence in the lab usually save their lives, they'd probably appreciate her enthusiasm. Of course, underneath all of that lived the pain and helplessness of the not-so-usual times that she couldn't save their lives.
Today, she entered the mountain with an uncharacteristic sense of apprehension and a heavy heart born of regret for all the things left unsaid. It wasn't guaranteed that SG-1 would never return, it was just pretty damn likely, yet she knew that if anyone could pull this off, it would be the four of them. It was only her faith in their abilities that allowed her to keep putting one steady foot in front of the other as she made her way to her office at the end of the hall. As Janet started settling into her office, taking off her coat, setting down the horrible briefcase Jack and Daniel got her for Christmas-the one she didn't have the heart not to carry everyday-she noticed something reflecting light on her desk.
Her heart almost stopped as she carefully set her coffee down next to the small object on her desk that did not belong to her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she fingered the slightly raised letters of the single dog tag still on its small chain sitting on her clean desk:
CARTER, SAMANTHA
456 731 479
A POS RC
A ghost of a smile was visible as she pulled her own chain out of her shirt to attach the new tag. The metal had been sitting on her desk for hours and was cold against the soft, warm skin of her chest. But she didn't mind.
Seven-and-a-half minutes after arriving at Cheyenne Mountain, Doctor Janet Frasier let the apprehension and regret she’d walked in with slip out of her body. Instead she allowed herself to experience anticipation, now confident that Sam would walk back through the gate in a few days and straight into her waiting arms.
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Comments? Suggestions? Epithets?
Author:
mcookies
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating: PG
Words: 762
Spoilers: None, really. I guess the end of season 2 for Sam's rank. Is that even a spoiler 8 years later?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Some other people do and they make money which I do not.
A/N: My eternal gratitude goes to
mrswoman for the beta. Without her suggestions and encouragement I would not be doing this.
0037 Tuesday
The hard rapping at the door startled Major Carter out of her silent reverie. As the door slowly opened to reveal the combat-ready form of her CO, Carter realized that she had been tying her left boot for the better part of the new day.
“You ready, Carter?” The casual tone in O'Neill's voice did nothing to hide the fear and apprehension flowing through the man.
“Just about, sir,” Carter replied shortly, taking comfort in his presence. She knew he would be at her side every step of the way through upcoming battle. “I just have one more thing I have to do.”
“Alright. Be in the gate room in 15 minutes, soldier.”
“Yes, sir,” Sam replied as O’Neill turned and left the room.
As Carter walked down the halls of the Cheyenne Mountain installation to her destination before finally making her way to the gate room, her team, and maybe oblivion, she laughed to herself at the Colonel's attitude and felt a great surge of warmth for the man. Just as the casual tone in his voice was directly proportional to the amount of fear he was experiencing, the more he relied on military protocols and impersonal appellations when speaking to her the more she felt his deep affection and admiration. Maybe one day, far removed from this moment and this mountain, they would be able to openly and honestly express their feelings for each other. Like Daniel always could. She wondered briefly if the universe was even big enough for Teal'c to get far enough away to do the same.
But right now, there were still too many things Sam couldn’t say and that left too many things unsaid. Hopefully, what she was about to do would at least be a step in the right direction. She stopped at the door at the end of the hall, took a deep breath, and entered the office.
Seven-and-a-half minutes after she finished tying her left boot, Major Samantha Carter was ready to step into the wormhole with her team and meet whatever came their way.
0730 Tuesday
Doctor Janet Frasier loved her job. She couldn't imagine any other assignment that would give her the opportunity to utilize all of her very impressive and considerable skills. So, she usually came to work with a sense of excitement and wonder, looking forward to the biological puzzles she would undoubtedly have to solve and feeling a little guilty that those puzzles usually came at the expense of the health and comfort of her colleagues traveling through the gate. She figured that since her creativity and persistence in the lab usually save their lives, they'd probably appreciate her enthusiasm. Of course, underneath all of that lived the pain and helplessness of the not-so-usual times that she couldn't save their lives.
Today, she entered the mountain with an uncharacteristic sense of apprehension and a heavy heart born of regret for all the things left unsaid. It wasn't guaranteed that SG-1 would never return, it was just pretty damn likely, yet she knew that if anyone could pull this off, it would be the four of them. It was only her faith in their abilities that allowed her to keep putting one steady foot in front of the other as she made her way to her office at the end of the hall. As Janet started settling into her office, taking off her coat, setting down the horrible briefcase Jack and Daniel got her for Christmas-the one she didn't have the heart not to carry everyday-she noticed something reflecting light on her desk.
Her heart almost stopped as she carefully set her coffee down next to the small object on her desk that did not belong to her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she fingered the slightly raised letters of the single dog tag still on its small chain sitting on her clean desk:
CARTER, SAMANTHA
456 731 479
A POS RC
A ghost of a smile was visible as she pulled her own chain out of her shirt to attach the new tag. The metal had been sitting on her desk for hours and was cold against the soft, warm skin of her chest. But she didn't mind.
Seven-and-a-half minutes after arriving at Cheyenne Mountain, Doctor Janet Frasier let the apprehension and regret she’d walked in with slip out of her body. Instead she allowed herself to experience anticipation, now confident that Sam would walk back through the gate in a few days and straight into her waiting arms.
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Comments? Suggestions? Epithets?