Revelation
by Sue Corkill
E-MAIL: scorkill@earthlink.net
CATEGORY: Dan and Jan/Romance
STATUS: Complete
RATING: PG-13
CONTENT WARNING: M/F
SEASON/SEQUEL: Fourth season
SPOILERS: The First Ones
SUMMARY: Janet waits for Daniel's return from P3X-888.
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of
MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction
was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on
copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and
places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real
persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
FEEDBACK: All feedback and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated.
No flames please.
Copyright © M. Susan Corkill, October 2000
Dr. Janet Fraiser unlocked her office door, having just arrived for work; she
was on late duty this week, which meant she officially started her day at 1100.
It also meant she was on call all week, which unofficially meant that she was on
duty 24/7, to quote her daughter. Tossing her duffel in a corner she thought
about the week ahead. Thank God for her dayshift head nurse, Liz. Janet hated
being away from Cassie for a whole week, but at 14 she was still too young to
stay alone at night so she was staying with Liz and her family. Cassie and Liz's
daughter Jennifer were best friends and schoolmates, Janet knew her daughter was
in good hands and having a great time. Probably a better time than she'd had
with her mother lately Janet thought wryly.
Ever since Daniel had left three weeks ago on the off-world dig on P3X-888 with
SG-11 she had been running herself and Cassie ragged. Janet hadn't realized she
would miss him so much. They'd only been dating a few months and even though
their relationship hadn't progressed beyond handholding and a few kisses she
missed him intensely. She had it bad she acknowledged. Initially wary of
attaching the 'L' word to any of her thoughts regarding Daniel, she now found
herself thinking of him in connection with that word almost constantly.
As a result she and Cassie had been doing lots of mother-daughter bonding.
Shopping, movies, cooking, anything to keep herself busy and her mind occupied.
And it wasn't even like she and Daniel spent all their time together. They saw
each other on base, at least when SG-1 wasn't off-world and they went out
whenever their schedules coincided, which as it turned out, wasn't all that
frequent. So that still didn't explain why she was acting like a lovesick
teenager. Okay, make that a lovesick thirty-something doctor who really should
know better. She smiled at the direction her thoughts had taken. Might as well
accept what was happening and enjoy the ride she rationalized. Grabbing her lab
coat and stethoscope, she left her office and went to check in with the staff.
There weren't any patients in the infirmary so it would be walk-ins with maybe
some time to catch up on her research.
Just as she arrived at the nurse's station the klaxons started. Janet quickly
ran through the teams she knew to be off world; SG-3, 7 and 11. She got that
awful, panicked feeling when she thought of SG-11 and Daniel but quickly
squelched it. If a medical team was needed, she couldn't indulge in her personal
feelings. When the call for a medical team never materialized, she relaxed and
went about her usual routine.
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Liz stood outside of Dr. Fraiser's office door wondering how the next few
minutes would go. She really hated having to be the one to tell the Doc about
Daniel, but better she hear it from a friend than by chance around the base. As
far as Liz knew only the members of SG-1 and herself were aware of Dr. Fraiser
and Dr. Jackson's relationship. And the only reason Liz knew was because of
Cassie's friendship with her daughter. Speaking of which she realized she better
get on with her task, she would be off duty soon and had to go pick up the
girls. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door, "Dr. Fraiser?"
"Come in Liz," the Doctor's voice called out.
Liz entered the office, closing the door behind her. Janet looked up then.
"What's up?"
"Ah Janet," she paused, suddenly uncertain. There was only one thing to do she
decided, just spit it out. " I thought you should know, Dr. Jackson has been
reported as captured or missing." Liz watched the other woman closely, rushing
to her side as she saw all the color drain out of Janet's face. Pushing Janet's
head down between her knees Liz said, "Take some deep breaths, Doc."
Janet obeyed her nurse, gradually feeling less faint as she stared numbly at her
shoes.
Liz felt for the doctor's pulse, strong and a little fast. Placing the back of
her hand against Janet's forehead she was relieved that it felt cool and dry.
"Janet? Are you okay?" Liz asked gently.
"Yeah, I will be," she replied faintly. "Tell me more Liz-give me the details."
Looking up she asked, "Who told you?"
"Costas came in for his follow-up and told me." As Liz spoke Janet sat back up
in her chair, still pale but no longer on the verge of passing out. "He was on
duty in the control room when Dr. Rothman returned." At Janet's questioning look
she added, "He's an archaeologist with SG-11. Evidently some creature attacked
him and Daniel. Rothman was knocked unconscious and when he woke, Daniel was
gone-apparently dragged off by the creature."
"Have they sent out a rescue team?"
"Yes ma'am, SG-1 and SG-2."
"Do we know anything more?"
"I haven't heard anything else. I don't think there have been any other gate
activations and we haven't been notified to expect any casualties."
Janet nodded, if anyone would know it would be Liz. Besides needing the
information for triage reasons, she was almost always the first one on this
level to know what was happening on the rest of the base. Something just
occurred to Janet, "Why wasn't Rothman examined when he returned?" As the on
call physician she should have been notified.
"He went right back out with the rescue teams." Liz checked her watch, "Janet,
I've got to run-I need to get the girls." She looked at the other woman closely,
putting her hand on her shoulder. "You'll be okay?"
Taking a deep breath Janet replied, "Yes Liz, I'll be fine." Standing she walked
with the other woman to the door, "Tell Cassie I'll call later, okay?"
"You got it Doc." Liz paused, "He'll be okay, SG-1 will bring him back."
Janet smiled briefly, though it never reached her eyes. As Liz walked away Janet
went back into her office closing the door. Starting to shake, she sat down at
her desk, putting her head down into her arms. She wasn't okay, but she knew Liz
wouldn't have left if she had known. All she needed, Janet thought, was a few
minutes to absorb the news about Daniel. Oh God, Daniel captured, maybe dead.
No, she wouldn't think that. He's resourceful, intelligent, he has survival
skills. Besides, SG-1 will find him and bring him back-to her. She had to get
control of her emotions if she was to get through the rest of her shift, and be
ready when Daniel returned.
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Dr. Daniel Jackson watched his captor from across the fire with weary eyes. He
was so tried, yet he couldn't afford to drop his guard for a minute. He knew he
had made some progress in communicating with the young Unas, he needed to stay
alert for any opportunity-to escape or communicate. He was so tired though and
he hurt. He let his eyes drift shut for a just moment; he could feel a cool hand
on his forehead, a woman's comforting voice.... A sudden noise jerked him back
into awareness. Looking around apprehensively, he saw that the young Unas had
merely shifted. Daniel let himself drift off again, but this time keeping his
eyes open.
Her cool fingers caressed his cheek, ruffling his hair. She would make
everything all right, if he could just return to her. Her image materialized in
his mind, her ivory skin, brown eyes, reddish brown hair.... Wait, this wasn't
right, before there had always been another woman. But she was gone and almost
unbeknownst to him another had slowly taken her place. Daniel momentarily forgot
his current situation as he pondered the revelation his subconscious mind had
just given him. When had Janet been absorbed into his being? When had her image
replaced that of Sha're? When had he started to love Janet Fraiser? His thoughts
in a jumble, he finally acknowledged it could have happened anytime in the last
three months. With Sha're he could identify the exact moment he knew that he
loved her. He couldn't say the same for Janet, but he loved her none-the-less.
Dragging his focus back to his current situation he eyed his captor, wondering
if he would ever have the opportunity to tell Janet of his love. She must be
sick with worry he realized. It had been over 24 hours since his capture. He
knew a rescue team would be sent, providing they even knew he was missing. He
had to believe that Jack, Sam and Teal'c were even now searching for him. He
also had to believe he would see Janet and be able to tell her of this newfound
love. He needed to work on his plan so he could survive 'til they found him.
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Janet paced nervously, a message had come through that SG-2 was returning with
casualties and fatalities. No names or team designations had been given. All she
could do was wait until the call came for the medical team to report to the
gateroom.
Several hours later, she tiredly stripped out of her soiled scrubs and wrapping
herself in a towel went to shower. Janet made her way to the farthest stall, she
didn't want to be disturbed, and she wanted to be alone.... Dropping her towel
and kit on the bench she turned the water on full force, adjusting the
temperature to as hot as she could tolerate. Only when she was under the beating
water did she allow herself the luxury of tears.
Rothman and Captain Hawkins, both dead, both possessed by Goa'uld. And very
different Goa'uld than they had encountered before. She had been able to
retrieve the dead symbionts before they had degenerated too much. Autopsies were
not usually her area of expertise, but as the leading expert on Goa'uld
physiology she had been given the job. Cause of death in both men was
straightforward, Captain Hawkins staff weapon blast; Dr. Rothman multiple gun
shot wounds, one which had penetrated his aorta. The Goa'uld had died with their
hosts, the injuries too swift and severe to allow for any healing.
Though she was saddened by the death of the men, she acknowledged her tears were
for Daniel, her greatest fear being that he had suffered the same fate as the
two dead men. She didn't know what she would do if a Goa'uld had possessed him
and they brought his lifeless body through the gate and ordered her to perform
an autopsy on him. Oh God, that didn't even bear thinking about. She had to get
a grip on her imagination and emotions, time to pull herself back together and
get back on duty. Quickly washing herself and then dressing in fresh scrubs, Dr.
Janet Fraiser, Chief Medical Officer of the SGC and a woman in control of her
emotions went to her office and began writing up the autopsy reports.
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He sat tiredly by the gate, waiting while his team secured the area. Daniel knew
his team would come for him, had counted on them coming for him. They were
bonded in a way he could never hope to understand but had come to accept. The
events of the last 36 hours were catching up with him though. His captivity at
the hand of the Unas, the terrible tragedy that had befallen SG-11 and Rothman.
So many people that he knew and cared for had become casualties of the Goa'uld.
The lieutenant who helped them crate the artifacts, Captain Hawkins and the rest
of SG-11; Robert who was finally coming into his own on this dig. He shuddered,
Sam or Jack could have been possessed, hell, even he would have been if not for
the Unas. He hoped this world wouldn't become a 'quarantined' world, they could
learn so much here-had already learned so much, but at such a tremendous price.
And Janet, oh, he couldn't wait to see her, to touch her, to immerse himself in
her soothing presence. His friendship for his teammates went deep, but his need
for this woman, who had quietly captured his heart, went so deep that it
frightened him. But what scared him even more was the thought of not having her.
He felt Sam's hand on his shoulder before he heard her soft voice. "Daniel?
We're ready to go."
He stood slowly and walked with her to the DHD, Jack and Teal'c joining them
moments later. As Sam dialed up Earth Daniel took one last look back towards the
direction of the camp. He silently said goodbye to his fallen colleague and
SG-11. Dimly he realized the gate had opened, stumbling a little with fatigue as
he mounted the stairs to the gate, Teal'c gently steadied him and flanked by his
team he returned home.
This time Janet waited in the gateroom for the return of the team. As soon as
the klaxons had sounded she instinctively knew it was SG-1 returning. She
watched the event horizon, what was taking so long? Then, the first figure came
through-Colonel O'Neill, followed by Sam and then finally Teal'c, who supported
a dirty and haggard looking Daniel.
Her relief was so acute she almost felt faint. Taking several deep breaths, she
met them at the foot of the ramp, oblivious to the noise and excitement
generated by their safe return. She knew O'Neill was making one of his usual
glib comments. She could hear Sam explaining where and how they had found
Daniel, Teal'c a steady presence at his side. Janet stood in front of Daniel,
reaching up she gently touched his face, silently communicating her joy at his
return. He smiled tiredly in acknowledgement, almost imperceptibly rubbing his
cheek against her hand.
"Doctor," General Hammond's voice intruded into her consciousness. "I want a
complete report as soon as you're finished examining SG-1."
Dragging her eyes away from Daniel she replied, "Yes sir." Her medical team now
surrounding the members of SG-1 and escorting them to the infirmary.
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"Okay Colonel, you're free to go."
"Gee thanks Doc," O'Neill replied, hopping off the gurney. "Are you sure you
don't want to give me another shot?"
Janet smiled. "Be careful Colonel, or you just might get what you wish for."
Sam stuck her head into the exam room. "Sir? General Hammond wants to start the
debriefing now."
"Dr. Warner's finished with Daniel and Teal'c?" Janet asked the major.
Coming in the room Sam replied, "Yeah, they're on their way to the conference
room now." Sam saw the brief flicker of disappointment in the other woman's
face. Daniel had been on his way to see Janet when they had been informed of the
Generals order. Daniel's face had held the same expression as Janet's did now.
As Sam followed O'Neill out of the room she turned back to the Doc. "I'm sure
he'll come see you as soon as we're finished."
Janet smiled briefly at her friend. "I know, I guess I've waited this long-a
little while longer won't matter."
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Daniel fidgeted catching Sam's sideways frown. While he appreciated the
necessity for the debriefing, this one seemed to be dragging on forever. He
looked at his watched, 9:30pm. Would Janet still even be here? While he pondered
that question he felt Sam kicking his foot.
"Dr. Jackson?" Oh no, the General-and by the look on his face it wasn't the
first time he had called Daniel's name.
"Ah, yes sir?"
"Dr. Jackson if we could have your attention this matter would go much faster."
"Sorry sir," he apologized. Daniel glared at Jack who was trying hard not to
smile. "You were asking?"
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It was well after midnight when Janet was finally able to go to the call room.
SG-8 had returned on schedule and she had spent the last two hours with their
post-mission exams. The infirmary held two overnight patients who were
relatively stable and the only team off world was SG-9, and they were on a
diplomatic mission that should remain diplomatic so she had hopes of an
uninterrupted night's sleep. That is if she could get to sleep. She hadn't seen
Daniel yet, except for that brief moment in the gate room. She had read Dr.
Warner's notes and studied Daniel's MRI so she could satisfy herself that he was
truly okay. It seemed his only injuries were moderate rope burns on his wrists
and various bruises and contusions. And he was blessedly free of any Goa'uld.
She walked tiredly past the nurse's station calling to Matthews, "I'm going to
the call room now, you know where to find me."
Looking up from his monitor he replied, 'Yes ma'am, good night."
She waved briefly and nodded, trudging down the corridor and heading to the call
room. Standing in front of the door she punched in the proper code and the lock
released. Moving automatically she turned on the small lamp letting the door
swing shut behind her. She started removing her lab coat and turning towards the
bed, let out a startled cry when she saw it was occupied. Reaching behind her
for the doorknob, she prepared to rush out when she realized the person in her
bed was Daniel-sound asleep.
He lay on his back, mouth slightly open, his expression relaxed and calm. She
studied him carefully, pale beneath the tan, dark circles under his eyes, hair a
tad bit shaggy. She looked closely at the hand he had resting across his chest,
bruising and abrasions evident around his wrist where the rope had been. All
things considered, he didn't look too bad. Or course, she was so happy to see
him he'd look good to her no matter his condition.
She finished taking off her lab coat and slipping off her shoes, she sat on the
side of the bed facing him. "Daniel," she said softly, gently stroking his
cheek. "Daniel," she continued slightly louder, "wake up."
"Mmm, Janet?" he turned towards her caressing hand, opening his eyes. 'You're
finally here." His smile took her breath away.
Feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the events of the last few days she choked back
a sob. Before she even realized what was happening Daniel sat up and pulled her
into his arms. Tucking her face into his neck, she clutched at his shirt and
allowed herself the luxury of releasing all her pent-up tears, safe within his
arms. The quiet murmuring of his voice, the gentle rocking motion and stroking
of his hands in her hair and down her back all worked to sooth her frayed
emotions.
After several minutes her sobs dwindled down to a few sniffles. Taking a deep
breath she pulled herself out of Daniel's arms. Fumbling around for a tissue she
smiled gratefully at him as he handed her his handkerchief. Wiping her eyes she
looked at him, suddenly shy. Looking back down at her lap she crushed the
handkerchief in her hand and then began nervously folding and unfolding it.
Daniel tenderly studied the woman sitting facing him. She was here, they were
together. He smiled softly; his strong, self-reliant lady doctor was afraid.
Reaching out he took her hands in one of his stilling her restless movements.
With the other he gently tilted her chin up so he could see her face. Skin paler
than he remembered, new dark circles under her eyes, a slight quiver still
present in her lips. Shifting his hand he gently traced the tracks of her tears.
"The one thing that kept me going was that I needed to see you again," he
murmured.
She smiled softly at his words, rubbing her cheek against his caressing hand as
he continued. "It seems like it took being captured by an aboriginal Unas to
help me realize something."
"And what would that be Dr. Jackson?" she asked cautiously. He could see she
looked both excited and frightened by what he might say.
"I love you," came his tender reply. He watched in amazement as she broke into
fresh tears-tears of happiness he hoped. She flung herself back into his arms
and held him tight. Wrapping his arms around her he returned the hug, reveling
in the feel of her body pressed against his. Stroking her hair he asked, "Are
you crying again?"
"Just a little...." She pulled back slightly so she could look at his face. "The
whole time you were away I missed you so much; then when we learned you had been
captured or killed." She shuddered, her eyes darkening with remembered pain.
"All I wanted was the opportunity to see you again." She reached up, delicately
stroking his face. "So I could tell you that I love you." The look of joy and
triumph in Daniel's eyes at her words nearly took her breath away.
"Oh Janet," he murmured, pulling her back into his arms, his mouth finding hers.
Gently at first he caressed her lips with his. Slowly exerting more pressure he
felt her mouth open beneath his as he deepened the kiss, moaning low in his
throat as their tongues met. He began running the fingers of one hand through
her hair, scattering bobby pins as he loosened it. His other hand found it's way
under her top, caressing the soft skin of her stomach. Janet responded as
eagerly, tugging his T-shirt out of his trousers and running her hands up and
down his sides and back. Lost in their escalating passion the shrill 'beep-beep'
of Janet's pager came as an unwelcome intrusion. Daniel nuzzled at her ear; "Do
you have to answer that?"
Moaning softly as he nipped at the lobe she tried to reply, "Matthews wouldn't
call unless it was an emergency." Pulling herself free of his arms she stood,
adjusting her scrubs and slipping her shoes back on. Crossing to the door she
pulled on her lab coat, taking her pager out and checking the number. She
quickly called the infirmary, frowning slightly as she listened. Hanging up the
phone, she looked at Daniel and couldn't help but smile tenderly at him, his
expression bereft. Walking back over to the bed she leaned down and kissed him.
"I have to go. Will you be here when I get back?"
Putting his hand at her nape he pulled her down, kissing her deeply, tugging on
her lower lip with his teeth. Releasing her only after her heard her soft moan
he said, "I'll be waiting."
"Daniel," she whimpered, abruptly not caring about the page.
"You'd better go Janet." He gave her a gentle push as she reluctantly turned to
leave. Gazing at her, he realized anyone who saw her would know something had
happened.... "Wait." She looked back at him quizzically. "Your hair."
She reached up, combing her fingers through her tousled hair, blushing slightly
as she remembered how it had come to be that way. Pulling a barrette from her
coat pocket she quickly fastened her hair back in place.
"Go." He smiled, "I'll be here when you get back."
She stopped at the door, a thought suddenly occurring to her. "Just how did you
get in here in the first place?" she asked curiously.
He grinned sheepishly at her, "Ah, I called Liz and she gave me the door code."
"Clever man." Opening the door she blew him a kiss and whispered, "I love you."
Daniel watched her leave, a satisfied expression on his face. He settled back on
the bed to wait for her return, smiling as he realized that something good had
come from the horror of his last mission.
THE END
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