by Tamy, 4/27/01
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Sam woke from a restless sleep, trying to figure out what woke her. With wakefulness slowly taking over, she came to a few realizations. 1, the spot next to her on the bed was empty. Cold, and empty. 2, there was a light coming in the door from the hall. 3, and most... distressing? No... disturbing. Yes, disturbing, definitely. Number 3, the moaning and thumping coming from Janet's study.
Climbing out of bed, she grabbed the first thing to come to hand. Shrugging into Janet's white satin (way too short for her) robe, she made her sleepy way down the hall. 'Yes', she nodded to herself, "the study'.
Moan. 'Janet's moan...'
Thud.
Silence.
Over and over. Almost hypnotizing in its rhythm. Sam shook her head slightly to regain her equilibrium.
Sam hurried a bit more. Reaching the door, she slowly and carefully pushed it open. Not wanting to startle.... whoever. Doing whatever.
"Janet?" she softly called out.
"Sam," equally softly, quite calmly.
Moan.
Thud.
Entering the room fully, Sam focused her gaze on the other woman. Sitting calmly behind her desk, computer on, she... just. Kept.
Moaning.
Thudding.
Thudding her head against the wall behind her.
Swiftly Sam walked around the desk. Grabbing the arms of the desk chair, she turned it, and the woman in it sideways, away from that damn wall and the thudding. Looking down, she sucked in a deep breath at the look of total and utter dismay on her lover's face, the tears brimming on the edge in the woman's eyes.
"Jan, Jan," she whispered, "Jan, baby, what's wrong?"
"Sam," Janet cried out, bending slightly forward, she buried her face into Sam's chest. Sam's arms came around her, rubbing her back in slow circles, trying to get her to calm down.
"Janet," Sam pulled her arms slightly away, crouching down to come face to face with Janet, "please, tell me what's wrong? You're scaring me, Hon."
Looking up into the sympathetic blue eyes of her lover, Janet took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Okay," she began, I woke up a little bit ago, and couldn't sleep. So I came in here to get caught up on some paperwork".
At Sam's encouraging, if confused, nod she continued, "I opened the base medical memo email. There was... was... *this*" she hurled the last word out of her mouth as if it was a filthy word.
Sam looked up at the screen and saw:
MEMO Attn: All Medical Personnel , DR Janet Fraiser, CMO Major From: Base Support Services Subject: Non Mission related injuries Effective date: immediately New Procedure: Following all medical procedures not related to an authorized off world mission Steps to take: an additional memo must be generated via computer and paper forwarding to this office. It must briefly detail type of injury, when injury occurred, supplies used, number of personnel used by medical staff to treat injury, and time involved. This will help us greatly in tracking inventory and personnel used. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Silently, Sam reached over with her recently bandaged hand, and shut down the computer. She helped Janet to stand and slowly led her back to their room.
Tucking the muttering woman into bed, she climbed in from the other side. She took the smaller woman into her arms. Patting her hair, she gently murmured to her, trying to comfort her.
"It's gonna kill me," the woman in her arms muttered. Over and over, shaking her head slightly back and forth. "Gonna kill me. Carpal tunnel, writer's cramp. Gonna kill me. Gonna kill Daniel. Have to kill you. Gonna kill me."
"Janet," Sam said, ducking her head down, catching Janet's slowly shaking chin in one hand to look up at her, "Janet, baby, I *promise*, I'll have a talk with Daniel tomorrow. I'll talk to the Colonel and Teal'c about sparring practice, and not using Daniel as a punching bag. I promise baby."
Eventually, Sam felt Janet relaxing more. Her breathing evening out into a deeper sleep. Then the sleep-muttering started, Sam could barely make out the word's. Leaning closer, she accidentally put weight on her sore hand and grimaced. Flopping over onto her back, Sam sighed, "I'll be more careful, Jan. I promise" she stated softly, staring at her own hand.
Going back to petting the hair now spilling across her chest from Janet's head resting there, she kept tying to calm the sleeping woman.
She fell asleep to the litany being muttered "Shoot me. Now. Kill me. Dead. no, me gun. Shoot them. SG1 on base. No. me kill them. no memos..."
Who'd have thought Janet would have a memo phobia?
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