#docjanetfraiser

[aaronfraiser-blog]

docjanetfraiser​ || asked for a starter

“When’s Dad coming home? He lets me eat cake before dinner.”

[jonathanjackoneill-blog]

docjanetfraiser || asked for a starter

The silence is what wakes him; there’s nothing to hear - not even the sound of the guard’s radio - and it sets Jack’s teeth on edge. Four months of constant chaos, of screaming prisoners and laughing guards, means that the silence is as startling as the noise and he doesn’t move an inch as he tries to process what’s happening. Keeping his eyes closed and his face relaxed, Jack strains to hear something - anything - that would tell him where he is and what’s going on.

There’s the sound of footsteps off to the side and Jack tenses involuntarily, remembering past pain and agony dealt by an angry guard. He listens carefully, recognizing that he’s too weak to do much of anything at the moment thanks to the infection around his wrists from the chains and the lack of food - Iraqi prison guards found such creative ways to weaken a man - but he’s alert and trying hard to process what he’s hearing; it sounds like a soft humming but he’s pretty sure his ears are playing tricks on him so he stays still and silent.

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docjanetfraiser || asked for a starter

Looking around the crowded infirmary, Sam squints and rubs at the back of her neck; there are people everywhere - SG-4’s mission went horribly wrong - but Sam doesn’t have time to mess around since SG-1 is being sent in to smooth over the mess SG-4 made and she has to jump in an hour; Hammond ordered her to the infirmary to get her physical from the new CMO but Sam has no idea what Doctor Fraiser looks like so she’s at a loss. 

She stands awkwardly in the corner until there’s a lull in the hectic activity and then beelines for the first labcoat she can find, gently taking the petite woman’s sleeve in her grasp. “Excuse me, have you seen Doctor Fraiser? I’m supposed to get my pre-jump physical from him.” 

[doweneedtoarmwrestle]

docjanetfraiser:

She stands in front of the full length mirror in nothing but her underwear as she stares at her reflection. Her hands ghost over her stomach, which is just starting to bulge out slightly. It's not enough that anyone will notice once she has her clothes on, though she knows she'll notice how much tighter they fit, but bare like this there is no denying that she is pregnant.

There’s been silence from the bedroom for a worryingly long time; Sam knows that her lover’s been having trouble acclimating and adjusting to the drastic changes in her life - especially the pregnancy. It’s a cruel and lasting legacy from Richard and Sam’s noticed that Janet seems to be ignoring the whole situation; the blonde knows she has to help her lover work through the emotions that come with the pregnancy or the brunette will never heal.

She decides to go find her missing lover and talk to her but when she opens the door, the sight of Janet standing in front of the mirror brings her up short. Sam doesn’t really want to interrupt whatever’s going on but she can’t stop herself from stepping into the room. Moving quietly and quickly, she moves to stand behind Janet and gently rests her hands on her lover’s hips. “You look beautiful,” she whispers, her eyes trailing over Janet’s form to settle on the small swell of her belly. “Absolutely beautiful.”

[doweneedtoarmwrestle]

docjanetfraiser from [ x ]:

Everything feels foggy and distant as she slowly rises to consciousness. She hears a familiar voice, Sam’s voice, and vaguely she feels the corners of her lips tug up. But then she feels pain in almost every part of her body, and she lets out a faint groan before her eyes flutter open. Or well, one eye does anyway. The other is swollen shut.

“Sam,” she wheezes softly as she slowly focuses in on the figure hovering over her. “Heart.”

“Oh thank god,” Sam breathes, tears welling in her eyes as she stares down at the beloved face of the woman she adores more than life itself. The hand not wrapped around Janet’s lifts to carefully brush the brunette’s bangs to the side and she has to wait for the lump in her throat to disappear before she she can speak again.

“I’m so glad to see you, Janet.” Her eyes trail over Janet’s poor battered face and she blinks away the persistent tears that won’t go away. “I’m so sorry it took so long to get you out of there,” she whispers. “We came in as quickly as we could and it was almost too late. I’m so sorry, soul.”

[colonelxoneill]

docjanetfraiser || asked for a starter

“What the hell did you and Carter do to me?!”

[doweneedtoarmwrestle]

docjanetfraiser from [ x ]:

A soft hum escapes her lips as her husband comes up behind her, leaning back into him lightly. She bites her lip when he presses kisses to her neck, trying not to just completely melt in his arms. At his question, she pulls away from him briefly to turn the stove top off, before turning and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Do you really have to ask?” she replies cheekily, grinning up at him.

“Well I didn’t want to risk a burned dinner,” he teases playfully, his hands settling on her waist to pull her close enough to kiss the tip of her nose before he explains his current gender. “I have the tablet for the weekend so I thought we’d play around with it since we haven’t been able to reap its benefits lately.”

He leans down and kisses his wife hard, his hands sliding around to rest on her lower back so he can pull her against him again. When he pulls his lips away from hers, he grins cheekily and tilts his head. “Remember that conversation we had a few months back about using the tablet to maybe expand our family?”