Title: You're In My Head
Author: Geonn
Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Category: Romance
Series: The Jukebox
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Stargate and characters are the property of MGM, Gekko, etc. Mainly you need to know no one with the name of Geonn owns the deed to these ladies.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Mention of Felger, that's it.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where it's gonna be.
Summary: "You're in my head... you're in my heart... you're in that song on the radio in my car."
While it wasn't the last straw, the briefing over the Jaru Fissure on P8R-298 was definitely the straw that strained the camel's back.
Sam indicated the projection of the fifty-kilometer crevasse that separated the desolate, barren land hosting that world's Stargate with the lush, verdant fields on the opposite side. "Soil samples taken by the MALP, as well as examination of the bedrock by SG-9 reveals no distinct cause for the differences in landscape. We're working on the assumption that early settlers prepared the land for homesteads and were unable to cross Janet Fraiser to terraform the other side. If we could--"
"I'm sorry," Colonel O'Neill interrupted. "Unable to cross what?"
"The Jaru Fissure," Sam said. "What did I say?"
Hammond smiled and said, "Janet Fraiser."
"Oh." Sam said, frowning and looking down at her notes. "I... don't know why I did that."
"Carry on, Major," the General prompted, his look prompting Jack to stifle his smile.
Sam cleared her throat. "If we could discern what the settlers used to transform such unwelcoming soil, we could..."
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"Unable to cross the *Janet Fraiser*?" Sam growled at herself. She slammed the door to her on-base quarters. She tossed her file onto the desk, dropping onto her office couch and laying down. Janet had left for a medical conference three days earlier. In Albquerque, New Mexico. Sam had hated the town since grade school, mostly because the name was a bitch to spell. Now, she had another reason to hate it: the town held the love of her life hostage and wouldn't release her for two weeks.
Two Janet-less weeks. She could handle it. She could handle not seeing Janet for fourteen days. After all, it had already been a week-and-a-half, right? She looked at the calendar and saw the truth. Three days down, eleven to go. Sam covered her face with a pillow.
After a few minutes, she decided she needed to do two things. One, she had to breathe. So she moved the pillow and sat up to do the other thing: anything productive. Anything to get her mind off Janet being gone. She stood and walked to the small stereo she had stashed under her desk. She turned it on and scanned until the static cleared.
"And the bad news is... you're gone."
She changed the station.
"Just another day without you... I'll be okay without you, I'll be fine..."
"I don't wanna close my eyes... I don't wanna fall asleep cause I'd miss you. And I don't wanna miss a thing..."
She turned off the radio and muttered, "Fine, be that way... I can just watch TV." She turned on the set, only to find a rerun of the Kelsey Grammer sitcom "Frasier" airing. She clicked off the set quickly and went back to the couch, cowering beneath the pillow once more. She checked her watch, did some quick math about Janet's return flight, then began to chant: "Eleven days, six hours, forty-two minutes. Eleven days, six hours, forty-two minutes. Eleven days, six hours, forty... forty-one minutes.
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Sam glanced at the lump in the bed next to her and frowned. It wasn't right. She laid on her side and tried to spoon the pillows, but they were too soft. Too yielding. She kicked the pillows off the bed and checked her watch, groaning at the lateness of the hour. One in the morning... of course, she didn't have to be at the base until three the next afternoon, assigned to help Felger with some godforsaken project or another. So getting to sleep wasn't a necessity.
She laid back, staring at the ceiling and curling her toes under the comforter. Suddenly, a thought struck her. One am. Didn't have to be at the base until three... another round of quick math and she threw the blankets off, hurrying to the closet to get dressed. She quickly shimmied into some jeans, pulling them on over her pajama pants. Her tank top served as an undershirt to the white blouse and she tugged on her leather jacket as she searched for socks.
Dressed, she exploded from the bedroom and stormed downstairs. She scribbled a quick note to Cassandra, left a twenty dollar bill on the coffee table and headed for the garage. She pressed the helmet down firmly, straddling her bike and walking it into the driveway. She did the math: 1:30 in the morning. Five hours to Albuquerque if she obeyed the speed limit, which would place her at Janet's hotel at six-thirty. She'd have four hours with Janet before she had to leave to make her appointment at the base.
She'd have to work with absolutely no sleep, but she could handle that. She'd done it before, she'd do it again. No problem. She revved the engine and roared down the street.
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Janet woke from a fitful night's sleep and stumbled into the bathroom. The first couple of days at the conference, she had tried to convince her old friends and colleagues that she really hadn't turned into a bitch, that she really was the same sweet woman they knew from the past conferences. After too many disbelieving looks, she gave up. She splashed some water on her face, trying to wake up after what she estimated to be thirty minutes of actual sleep.
There was a knock on the door. Janet grumbled and said, "Leave it outside!" Breakfast was complimentary and came automatically to her room. She wasn't in the mood to deal with a tip-hungry waiter, however.
Another knock. "Leave. It. Out. Side!" she barked. "I'm undressed."
Knock-knock.
"For the love of God," Janet muttered, pulling a robe around her pajamas. "Look, I told you to leave it outside. You're not getting a tip, so..." She swung the door open and froze, unable to process what she was seeing. "Sam?!" she gasped.
Sam smiled, out-of-breath and looking like hell. "You know how many psycho blondes drive an Indian bike eighty-miles-an-hour at three in the morning?"
Janet couldn't find her voice.
"One," Sam answered, pushing Janet back into the hotel room. She removed the sign from the back of the door, dangling the Do Not Disturb notice from the knob before slamming the door behind herself.
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"What lecture did you miss?" Sam asked, bringing her leg up and running her toes over Janet's bare hip.
"Who cares," Janet sighed, shuddering at the touch. She curled against Sam's side and nuzzled her girlfriend. "That was nice."
Sam kissed Janet's hair and said, "I missed you so much, Janet..."
"Mm," the doctor whispered. "You must've driven all night."
"Mm-hmm."
"We should get some sleep."
"Mm-hmm," Sam agreed. "I have to be at work at three."
"I can skip all of today's lectures. They're not mandatory."
"And my appointment is just Felger."
"And this bed isn't going anywhere," Janet whispered. She kissed Sam's ear and said, "Wanna just sleep?"
Sam snuggled against Janet and the brunette pulled the blankets up over them.
END