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❝ if you’re SURE. i’d hate to upend any plans you had with cassie or anything. ❞ when she releases janet from the hug, she’s grinning and quickly moving to pull something from her bag. ❝ LUCKY FOR US, i managed to snag a bottle of wine from some interplanetary dignitary or something. and i’ve heard it’s MUCH better when you share it. ❞

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“---Cassie’s eighteen, she’s off with her friends partyin’ and probably won’t be back until tomorrow.” Janet’s worried sick, but her daughter knows to be careful and she won’t take away her freedom. If her daughter needs help, she knows to ring her or a member of SG1. Pushing her worries aside though, she looks over to Debra and watches her root in her bag.

“Now you’re speaking my language.” she says as she sees the bottle, eyes lighting up. Everyone’s always telling her to let her hair down and have a few drinks - she’ll need more than a few to ease the amount of stress she’s under - and she’s decided to see if their suggestion holds any merit.

“This isn’t some kind of mom trick to get me talkin’ about things though, is it?”

#janet pls #sam verse tag #debracarter

spockemon

#uh huh #sure you are honey

notyouroma-blog

“You never do.” It’s what he admires most about Janet– really. Her tenacity has gotten the SGC out of more than a few scrapes, and it’s probably even saved the world a few times.

He doesn’t want to give up, but he’s getting tired of fighting. Especially when every outlook looks so terribly BLEAK.

“You can’t save us all, Janet. You’re the very best at what you do, but you’re bound to lose a few people in this line of work. And none of us get to choose who those few will be.”

jxnetfraiser-blog

SOLDIER UP, girl. You have to be strong. Janet reminds herself as she swallows. It’s not often Janet Fraiser comes close to showing vulnerability and she has to trust someone completely to even consider it. She’s coming close, though, especially when he tells her she can’t choose who she loses.

“I’m aware I can’t save everyone. Very aware.” It was one of the first things you learnt as a doctor in her field “I know I can’t control who lives and who dies, but I’ll be damned if I lose you. I won’t, Daniel-” It’s happened before and he’s come back, but there’s only so many times that can happen, right?

“I won’t let it take you away f--” from me. That’s what you were going to say. “You hear? I won’t.”

#notyouroma

notyouroma:

@jxnetfraiser

“So don’t think that I’m pushing you away when you’re the one that I’ve kept closest.”

He knows what the others must think. He’s been slipping deeper and deeper into seclusion– one of these days they’re going to give up on him entirely. But that’s for the best. He contracted this virus days ago, and he’s been getting steadily worse. With no cure in sight, the best that he can hope for is a quiet death that his friends won’t mourn.

“No. You don’t get to do this, Daniel.”She doesn’t mean to sound as angry as she does, but she’s scarcely slept for days, trying to find a cure she knows probably doesn’t exist. Still, if she can just figure it out--- if she can do something --- she might be able to save him. She’s been in this position too many times for her liking and with the new development in their relationship, the thought of losing him is even harder to bear.

“I’m gonna fix you up. So don’t you dare give up, because I sure as hell won’t.“

#ok but lets try thinking about something #how many times has she saved his life #and how many times has she watched him die #:):):)#notyouroma

warriorxscholar:

sam nods and drops another kiss to the top of janet’s head. she hasn’t really TALKED about the mission because she knows it’d make the other worry. janet fraiser is a tough woman, but if she heard HALF of the story, sam’s fairly confident she would never clear her for active duty again.

❝ YUP. and we’ve all been given a few days off so i’m all yours. ❞

“All mine?” She has to smile at that. It’s not often they get time alone like this, and the thought of it makes her incredibly happy considering its been so long. She knows something’s happened, but she doesn’t know how bad it actually was. She’s not about to bring it up, though, not when she’s so content to be settled where she is.

“I love you,” she tips her head up to look at Sam, too comfortable to lean up and take the kiss she wants “--I missed sayin’ that.”

#warriorxscholar #sam verse tag

@warriorxscholar from here

“I’m just glad you’re home.” These past months have been hell - not knowing where Sam was or what had happened or if she was going to see her again had terrified Janet - and all she wants to do is forget them. She wants to be with her wife and get back into some sort of routine. Nestling up next to her on the sofa is a good start.

"You’re home, you’re with me and you’re safe.”

#warriorxscholar #sam verse tag

debracarter:

❝ nothing. just needed to see your shining face. sam’s away on a mission and if i have to sit through ONE MORE meeting with a stuck up bureaucrat, i’m going to SHOOT something…or someone. ❞

{ @jxnetfraiser | cont’d }

“You sound like Jack. He hates meetings.” A pause, just so she can take in the whole being hugged thing and enjoy it a while “I’m off for the night if you wanna stay over? Sam’s been on this mission for months and I could do with company that isn’t four-legged or under 21.”

#debracarter

"Hey you. C'mere and give me a hug."

“----Okay....but what’s goin’ on?”

#debracarter

spockemon

♡ - 8/???

#; daniel

ofbabygirls-blog

Here have a lame self promo for the oc i’ve been working on for days.

#;; self promo

@notyouroma from x

Maybe this wasn’t professional behaviour, but hell if it wasn’t what she needs. She’s had a long day and he’s been away for far too long for her liking - both of which make for a hellish work environment for her underlings - and she just wants to be close to him. She wants to make up for all the moments they’ve missed over these past few days.

When he rolls them over, Janet relaxes easily into the comforter but doesn’t stop kissing him until she's got to pull back to catch her breath, damn her lung capacity for not allowing her to keep going. She looks up at him, fingers tracing along his jaw and up to take off his glasses, which she sets off to one side. He’s handsome with them, but she likes looking at him without them - he’s a beautiful man, inside and out.

“Hi.” She smiles breathlessly, leaning up to catch him in another kiss as her hand trails around to the back of his head, fingers curling in his hair.

“---Missed you.”

#notyouroma #v; tbd tag

notyouroma-blog

// It is a scientifically proven fact that the sun shines 50% brighter when Daniel Jackson smiles.

#this #OOC

“So this is the wallflower section.”

“---I would guess so.” Janet answers with a small smile. It was common-place for her to find herself watching from the sidelines at a party while the others laughed and joked. It wasn’t their fault, of course, their jobs and hers were totally different and she rarely went off world with them - so she was bound to not understand the majority of their jokes.

It makes her happy to see them smile - heaven knows she’s seen enough of the opposite to last her several lifetimes - though so she never complains, even if she wishes she could join them.

“You okay?”

#notyouroma

Daniel: I knew it... I'm dead.

Oma: No, but you gave it your best shot.

#replace oma with janet and its so much funner

❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back

Janet Fraiser very rarely gets off base at this time. If the General hadn’t insisted she leave, she would’ve stayed on longer because she’s needed. She’s been on base for four days with scarcely any sleep and the exhaustion is catching up with her. She’s not as young as she once was - going days with little or no sleep is becoming harder - and she knows it.

Tired as she is, though, she’s still alert - still on point with all her work - and still aware of her surroundings. She’s just taken off her blouse when she hears the door open - there’s some lockers in the way, so she makes no panicked rush to cover herself and turns to face away while she rummages in her bag for a t-shirt to wear on her way home.

Shit. Where is it? She wouldn’t have forgotten it - she knows that much - so she keeps rummaging until she finds it underneath the rest of her clothes. When she’s pulled it out, she realises how quiet it is and wonders if whoever had come in has left. Without turning, Janet speaks up.