Always the Doctor
by Wendy Parkinson
E-MAIL: wendyparkinson@hotmail.com
STATUS: Complete
RATING: R (or 15 if you're British)
CONTENT WARNINGS: sex
CATEGORY: D/J, humour
SEASON/SEQUEL INFO: an addition to my previous story, 'Sam Carter's
Christmas Diary', but this story should make sense without reading that first.
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Janet finally finds the courage to tell Daniel how she feels.
DATE: 26th April 2002
DISCLAIMERS: Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM, Gekko Corp
and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created solely for
entertainment and no money was made from it. Also, no copyright or
trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to real persons,
living or dead, is coincidental.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: As always, thanks to Sue for her incredibly helpful
suggestions and for the beta.
This story is set at Christmas but it isn't really Christmassy (if you
see what I mean ) so please don't let that put you off. It's an addition
to 'Sam Carter's Christmas Diary' which answers the question, "Just how
did Daniel end up fast asleep on Janet's couch?"
Enjoy!
FEEDBACK: All feedback and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated.
No flames please.
Copyright © Wendy Parkinson April 2002
Daniel took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Shutting his book with
a
satisfying thud, he stretched and decided it was time for bed. He stood
up
and was just about to switch off the lights on his Christmas tree when
his
doorbell rang. Who on earth could it be at this hour? He sincerely
hoped it
wasn't Jack wanting to pour his heart out over a bottle of whisky, or
Sam
clutching a bottle of wine. He'd had enough of his friend's problems
for one
year. Whenever they wanted to cry on his shoulder about the unfairness
of
the regulations it was him that ended up with the hangover.
Besides which, he never went crying to them about his problems! He had
been
feeling slightly morose all evening, the words to a Christmas song he'd
heard while driving home playing through his mind. 'It'll be lonely
this
Christmas, without you to hold.' At least they had someone to cry over,
while he seemed destined to have no one.
The doorbell rang again, more urgently this time. Daniel shrugged off
his
depressing thoughts, he wouldn't find out who it was unless he answered
it.
He walked through into the hall, opened the door and found himself
confronted by a slightly swaying Doctor Janet Fraiser, leaning on the
doorframe for support. The smell of alcohol hit him when she breathed
out.
"Er, hello Doctor, what can I do for you?" he asked tentatively.
"Thatsh the problem... thatsh always the problem..." she slurred,
tottering
past him into the hallway. "I'm alwaysh the doctor, never the woman."
She
leant carefully against the wall.
Daniel wasn't sure what to say. Why had Janet come here? Why was she so
drunk? What on earth was she talking about.... of course she was a
woman.
Anyone could see that. As Daniel closed the door behind her, he peered
out
into the night, looking for Janet's car and hoping not to see it. "You
didn't drive here, did you, Doctor?" he asked, just to make sure.
"No, got a cab." She frowned. "Why don't you ever call me Janet?" she
demanded, prodding his chest with her index finger.
"I don't know." Daniel found himself at loss. "I guess I usually see
you in
the infirmary. It seems right to call you Doctor there."
"Not in the infirmary now..." muttered Janet, starting to slide down
the
wall.
"Perhaps you ought to be," said Daniel under his breath. "Why don't we
go
through into the living room and you can sit down?" He grabbed her
elbow
firmly and steered her towards the sofa, where she sat down heavily.
"How
about some coffee?" he suggested, turning towards the kitchen. He
stopped
dead when he realised Janet had grabbed hold of his shirt and was
tugging on
it, trying to make him sit down next to her. "Look, Doc-... Janet, I
think
you've had a bit too much to drink and a cup of coffee will do you the
world
of good."
"Don't want coffee.... want you...."
"Wha-what?" Had he heard her correctly? Did she just say what he
thought she
said? Without thinking coherently about what he was doing he plopped
down on
the sofa next to Janet.
"I want you," she repeated, prodding him in the chest for emphasis.
"Me? Why?" He quite simply couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"'Cause you're the sexiest man alive." She nodded solemnly.
This woman was blind drunk, Daniel reminded himself, she didn't really
mean
it. She'd be so embarrassed when she sobered up. "Look Janet, you're
drunk.
In the morning you'll be sober and...."
"You'll still be the sexiest man alive," she finished, snaking her arms
round Daniel's neck. Pulling his head down to hers, she captured his
mouth
in a bruising kiss. Before he had chance to think about what he was
doing,
his body began to respond to the feeling of an attractive woman
pressing
herself against him and hungrily devouring his mouth. Suddenly she
pulled
back and muttered, "My God, Doctor Jackshon... I want to have your
babish...
lotsh of them.... all with glasshesh and lovely blue eyesh...."
Daniel came back to earth with a bump and tried to prize himself free
from
Janet's grasp. He found it surprisingly difficult. It felt like an
amorous
octopus was embracing him. Finally, he managed to grab both her hands
and
force them down into her lap. "No, Janet," he said firmly, "I don't
think
this is the time, or the place for.... ah.... um...." His usual
eloquence
deserted him as he smiled nervously at the slightly swaying doctor.
"Tell
you what, I'll get you some coffee, then I'll take you home." He looked
suspiciously at Janet, who seemed to be focussing intently on his left
ear.
"Now, if I let go of your hands, I can go and make the coffee. You
won't do
anything silly if I do that, will you?"
Janet shook her head solemnly. He released her hands and to his horror,
she
instantly threw them round his neck, trying to pull him towards her.
"Janet!
You promised!" he said, suddenly painfully aware of how childish he
sounded.
"Not shilly," she slurred, "most senshible thing I've ever done." She
tried
for another kiss, but only succeeded in pulling Daniel's hair. He
yelped in
pain, then suddenly felt Janet go totally limp and just managed to
catch her
before she slid off the sofa onto the living room carpet. He carefully
lifted her up and laid her gently back on the sofa, and, after checking
she
was still breathing, wondered what he should do next.
As far as he could see, he had two options; he could just let her sleep
it
off on his sofa or he could take her home and let her sleep it off
there. He
frowned. Leaving her where she was would be the easier option, but what
had
she arranged with Cassie? Was Janet's daughter at home, wondering where
on
earth her mother was, or, as Daniel thought more likely, was she
staying
over at a friend's house. And if that was the case, when was she due
back
tomorrow? What would Cassie think if she got home in the morning to
find her
Mom hadn't been home and still wasn't back?
He stared at the peacefully sleeping Doctor and let out a deep sigh.
No, he was going to have to take her home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Daniel carefully lowered Janet down onto her bed. She was still out
like a
light and snoring gently. He bent down and slipped off her shoes, then
covered her with a blanket. "Night, Janet," he said quietly as he
tiptoed
across the room towards the door.
"Danny.... Danny...."
"Yes?" he said, turning back towards Janet. When she didn't answer, he
realised she was talking in her sleep and, smiling to himself, shook
his
head and headed back for the door. He swallowed hard when he heard her
mutter, "Do it again, Daniel... that was so good...." He didn't want to
imagine what she was dreaming about....
Quietly closing the door behind him, Daniel decided he ought to check
whether Cassie was in the house. There had been no sign of her
downstairs,
but that was hardly surprising as it was past one a.m. He walked slowly
along the passage, checking all the rooms he passed until he came to an
open
doorway that led to what was obviously Cassie's room. The walls were
plastered with posters of pop stars he didn't recognise, an array of
soft
toys were balanced on the pillow and a myriad of pots and bottles stood
on
the dressing table. He smiled with relief. Well, at least he'd got
Janet
home before her daughter.
He stretched, trying to iron out a few of the kinks in his back.
Carrying
Janet from his place to his car, then from the car to her room had been
hard
work. The petite Doctor was heavier than she looked. Daniel was heading
back
downstairs when he heard Janet shout, "Daniel... I'm coming, Daniel..."
followed by a loud thud. He span round and went back up the stairs two
at a time.
When he opened the door to Janet's room, he found her lying on the
floor,
tangled in the blanket but still fast asleep. Letting out a deep
breath, he
lifted her up for what he sincerely hoped was the last time and laid
her
back on the bed. "Now try not to do that again," he whispered. "I'm
going
home now."
"Don't leave me," mumbled Janet. "I need you..."
He looked at her doubtfully. Had she just answered him or was that just
a coincidence? Then he found his conscience rearing its ugly head. You
can't leave her in this state, it muttered. What happens if she tries to find
you again and goes out? Even worse, what if she tries to drive? She could
kill herself... and all because you wanted to go home...
Wearily, he closed Janet's bedroom door behind him and made his way
downstairs. Shrugging to himself, he rearranged the cushions on the
sofa,
took off his shoes and tried to make himself comfortable. Well, at
least
Janet might make him some breakfast in the morning, he thought, as he
drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Then why is he fast asleep on my couch?"
Daniel fumbled his way back to consciousness and tried to remember
where he
was. That was Janet's voice, so he had to be in the infirmary. He
tentatively opened one eye. No, not the infirmary. Janet's place.
Then it all came flooding back.... Janet blind drunk.... Janet kissing
him.... Janet saying he was the sexiest man alive....
Janet passing out....
"Of course! Do you think I'd... while he was asleep?"
Daniel strained his ears. Unless Janet had lost it big time and was
talking
to herself, she was on the phone, probably to Sam.
"That's the problem. I don't remember. I don't even remember leaving
your place."
Hardly surprising, he thought, considering how drunk she was.
"What am I going to do, Sam?"
He was right. She was talking to Sam. There was a long pause,
presumably
while Sam gave Janet the benefit of her advice.
"I'll get you some decorations. Just as soon as Sleeping Beauty wakes
up. Is it okay if I bring them round this afternoon?"
There was another pause, and then he heard the phone being replaced on
its
cradle. Soft footsteps padded across the room towards him. Opening his
eyes,
he squinted against the winter sunlight streaming through the living
room
window. All he could make out was Janet's silhouette leaning over him.
"Hi there," she said softly.
"Hi." He wasn't sure what to say. How much of last night did she
remember?
He decided to try the obvious, though he was already pretty sure of the
answer. "How are you feeling?"
She smiled ruefully. "Like my head's about to explode. Would you like
some
coffee?"
"Please," he said, sitting up. "Would you like a hand?"
"No, it's fine. I've got it," she muttered, as she shuffled off into
the kitchen.
Daniel watched her. Her cream satin robe was certainly flattering and
even if her hair was mussed, it suited her down on her shoulders. It was
funny, until Janet had tried to seduce him last night, he'd never thought of
her like that.... as a woman, she had always been 'Doc Fraiser'. He smiled
to himself when he remembered her slurred words of the night before. "I'm
always the doctor, never the woman." Perhaps she had a point....
A few minutes later, Janet returned with the coffee and sat down next
to him
on the sofa. After she'd handed him his mug, she took a deep breath. "I
think I owe you an apology," she said quietly.
"No you don't," said Daniel quickly. "You have nothing to apologise
for."
"Oh, I think I do," she said firmly, then took a sip of her coffee.
"Okay then... what *exactly* are you apologising for?" He watched her
face. She looked mortified. He briefly wondered how much she could remember.
"I don't know, damn it!" she spat out. "I can't even remember leaving
Sam's.
I have no idea why you're here... no idea what I said to you... no idea
what
we did..." She put her coffee down with a thump on a nearby table and
dropped her head into her hands.
Daniel's heart went out to her. He gently put his hand on her shoulder.
"Listen to me, Janet. You did nothing that needs an apology... at least
not
while you were with me."
She turned her head to face him and he could see something close to
desperation in her brown eyes. Licking her lips nervously, she blurted
out, "Daniel... I need to know... did we?"
What was she talking about? Did they... what? "I'm sorry, Janet, I'm
not with you."
"Did we make love?" she whispered, blushing a bright scarlet.
Daniel fought the urge to laugh. He knew that at the moment, Janet
wouldn't
see the funny side. He gently put his hand under her chin and pushed
her
face up so she was forced to look at him. Smiling in what he hoped was
a reassuring way, he said quietly, "Janet, we did not make love, much as
you appeared to want to last night. I'm not in the habit of taking
advantage of
ladies who are..." He hesitated, searching for a more diplomatic phrase
than 'blind drunk'. "...a little the worse for wear."
He was pleased to see a faint smile flicker across her face. "What did
I do?" she asked. "Please tell me, no matter how embarrassing it is. I
need to know."
Instantly deciding not to recount all her drunken ramblings, he said,
"You
tried to kiss me a couple of times. You said some things you'd probably
regret if you could remember them. Then you passed out, so I brought
you
home. I was kind of worried about you, so after I put you to bed, I
decided
to sleep on the couch."
"I'm guessing that's the censored version. Give me an example of
something I
said."
"I can't remember really. You were pretty out of it."
"And you're avoiding the issue. Please, Daniel. What's the most
embarrassing thing I said?"
He grinned. "For you, or for me?"
"For me. I don't want to embarrass you all over again."
"Okay then. I guess that would have been when you said you wanted to
have my babies."
Janet cringed. "I'm sorry," she muttered and dropped her head back into
her hands.
"Don't be. I was flattered. No-one's ever said that to me before." She
looked so fragile and vulnerable, not at all the efficient professional
he
was used to. He decided he liked what he saw and found himself wanting
to
take her in his arms and kiss her until she forgot all about last
night.
But only if she'd meant what she'd said.
There was only one way to find out....
He leant in towards her until they were only inches apart and gently
brushed
her lips with his. She didn't pull away, just let out a soft sigh and
closed
her eyes. It was all the confirmation he needed. Wrapping her in his
arms,
he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue and running
his
hands down her back. The satin robe felt soft and silky under his
fingers.
He felt her snake her arms round his neck and run her fingers through
his
hair, as she pressed her body hard against his.
"It's a shame you cut it," she murmured, "I thought it looked really
good
long." He felt his body beginning to respond to her as she ran her
hands
across his chest. The scent and feel of her overwhelmed his senses,
then he
gasped as Janet began unbuttoning his shirt. Her soft hands left a
trail of
fire in their wake as she traced patterns on his stomach, skirting ever
nearer to his straining manhood.
"Oh God, Janet," he muttered, then pulled away from her a little and
undid
the belt of her robe. Pausing, he looked questioningly into her eyes,
now
clouded with desire, before he went further. She nodded gently and drew
in a
deep breath as he parted the robe, revealing her naked body underneath.
He
couldn't remember if he'd ever seen anything so beautiful. Every fibre
of
his being wanted this woman who for some inexplicable reason seemed to
want
him too. Daniel leant forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth,
tenderly caressing the other with his fingers. "Oh god, Daniel... I
never
dreamt..." she murmured as he pushed the robe off her shoulders and
lowered
down onto the couch. He quickly stripped off his shirt and lay down
next to
her, bending down for a kiss and feeling her breasts pressing into his
chest.
Then he heard a door slam.
"Mom! Are you there?"
Daniel sat up as if he'd been stung. Cassie! Hastily he pulled on his
shirt
and started buttoning it up as Janet put her robe back on. By the time
Janet's daughter walked into the room, they were sitting a demure six
inches
apart on the couch watching the TV and sipping their coffee. Cassie
would
never know, thought Daniel, then had a twinge of conscience about what
might
have happened if Cassie had been a few minutes later.
"Hi," said Cassie cheerfully, then she frowned a little and raised an
eyebrow. "Daniel, what are you doing here?"
Good question. 'Making love to your mother' didn't seem a viable
answer, so
he stammered, "I... ah... um..."
He was rescued by Janet. "His car broke down."
A smile twitched at Cassie's lips. "So that's why Daniel's shirt is
buttoned
up wrong and you're wearing your robe inside out, is it, Mom? And since
when
did you watch Sesame Street?"
Busted. Daniel wasn't sure what to say. He and Janet had been behaving
like
the worst kind of hormonal teenager... behaviour he was sure Janet
wouldn't
countenance in Cassie. He felt the blush rise right to the roots of his
hair. Glancing across at Janet, he noticed she was trying to look
stern.
Cassie shrugged. "Don't worry, Mom. I don't need diagrams. We had a
talk about sex a few years back, remember?"
"Mmmmph," grunted Janet, apparently at a loss for words.
Daniel decided he ought to try and help her out. He put his arm
protectively
around Janet's shoulders. "You don't mind if your Mom and I..." he
paused,
not sure how to put it. 'Screw like rabbits' was totally inappropriate,
though probably what Cassie was thinking if her expression was anything
to
go by, 'have a relationship' was a little premature considering he
hadn't
discussed it with Janet and 'start dating' sounded rather juvenile. He
finally settled on, "We've just realised we like each other."
Cassie grinned. "That's cool. My friends will be green with envy.
Sophie's
Mom always has ancient ugly boyfriends. My Mom's snagged a stud
muffin!"
Daniel and Janet stared at her in disbelief, completely at a loss for
words.
Cassie shook her head. "Right kids, I'm going to get a shower. I'll be
about
fifteen minutes." She gave them a theatrical wink and headed for the
stairs,
shouting, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," over her shoulder.
Daniel and Janet watched her leave, then turned to each other. "I
really
don't want to contemplate what that allows us to get up to," muttered
Janet.
Daniel laughed and gave her a little squeeze. "Well, I'm thinking a
kiss would be fine." He leant in and brushed Janet's lips with his. "We can
explore... other possibilities later... when we're alone." He kissed
her again, then rained a stream of gentle kisses along her jaw and into the
hollow of her neck. When he felt her groan, he smiled to himself, and
murmured, "How about we take this to my place?"
"We need to take some stuff to Sam's first, then..." Janet breathed in
sharply as Daniel kissed a particularly sensitive spot. "...then... I'm
all yours."
Holding her closer and revelling in the feel of her soft body in his
arms,
he worked his way back up her jaw and captured her mouth in a
passionate
kiss. Maybe he wouldn't be lonely this Christmas after all.
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