V-day
by Bryn
EMAIL: bambam126@hotmail.com
STATUS: complete
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: D/J, established relationship, humor that turns into just good ol'
fashion romance ;)
SPOILERS: i don't think so...
SEASON/SEQUEL: season 4 sounds good. Sequel to Sobriety Test, Hangover, and
Advantages to Being Sober.
SUMMARY: It's Valentine's day and Janet thinks Daniel would rather spend it
with a bunch of rocks...
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable 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
unrecognised 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.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: thankies kat!
“So…” Sam says as she slides into the seat across from me in the Commissary.
“So…?” I ask, looking up from my fruit salad.
“So, what are your plans for Valentine’s Day?” Sam asks, almost as giddy as
a schoolgirl.
“Valentine’s Day?” This is not going to turn out well, I can tell. Sam
being interested in my life is never a good thing. Last time she got me
drunk and I *know* she’s still upset about that joke I pulled on her.
“Yes, Valentine’s Day. Traditional romantic holiday dating back to St.
Valentine or somebody I’m sure Daniel can tell you all about. Don’t tell me
you don’t have any plans!” Sam says pathetically.
“Sam, I’m just happy when Daniel’s on the planet and due to the fact that
the majority of the time he’s not, I’ve developed a tendency not to make
plans ahead of time.” I pick up another piece of cantaloupe and pop it in my
mouth.
“But Janet, it’s Valentine’s Day!” Sam looks almost desperate.
“Why do you care what *I* do on Valentine’s Day?” I ask.
“I’m a good friend?”
“Try again.”
“Ok, I can’t help it! I’m living vicariously through you! You have a
boyfriend and a life!”
I raise my eyebrows skeptically. “But what about-?”
“Don’t say it!” Sam cuts me off.
“Problems?”
“Regulations.”
“You haven’t gotten passed that yet?”
“No, it never really goes away,” Sam frowns. She glances up at me, then
smiles evilly.
“You know you’re developing that same cute little furrowed brow thing Daniel
gets when he’d confused.” She reaches over and grabs a strawberry from my
plate.
“How did this conversation get back to me?” I wonder briefly.
“It started on you. Remember? Valentine’s Day.”
“Ah, yes and the fact that you can’t have a date so you’ve decided to bug me
about it instead,” I say. Maybe if I insult her enough she’ll go away.
“Janet, I know you, don’t play coy with me. I listened to you mope about
Daniel for months before you got together. I *know* you’re a romantic and I
know you want to do something for Valentine’s Day!”
“All right, maybe you right.” I shrug, still sending psychic messages to Sam
to leave me alone.
“Then why aren’t you doing anything?”
“Because Daniel is… well, Daniel.”
“What does that mean?”
“Last month he was so enthralled with the artifacts from P3X-482 I had to
remind him of his own birthday. Then I couldn’t even convince him to go out
to dinner for it.” I sigh.
“You’re happy with Daniel, aren’t you?” Sam asks, a little worried.
“Of course!” I assure her. “I adore Daniel. He’s sweet and kind and
incredibly hot. He’s just not the brightest crayon in the box sometimes…”
“Especially when it comes to being romantic,” Sam finishes for me.
“Not when we’re alone, he’s completely romantic then. It’s just that I think
sometimes he forgets there’s this whole big world out there and we could do
things in it.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I am walking down the hall and about to turn into Daniel’s office to… um,
hold on I know I had a reason… oh well, I just wanna see my boyfriend all
right? Anyway, I’m about to go in when I hear voices. So naturally I
pause, not wanting to interrupt. Yes, I do realize some would call this
eavesdropping and to them I say bite me.
“Why do you want to know about Valentine’s Day, Teal’c?” I hear Daniel ask.
“I do not,” Teal’c replies.
Daniel pauses. I can just imagine him giving Teal’c that adorable little
baffled look he gets, the one where he gets such a pathetic look I just want
to… ok getting distracted here. I’m supposed to be eavesdropping here, not
daydreaming. Wait, no I’m not eaves-dropping, did I just say I’m
eavesdropping? I… uh, just dropped my pencil.
“Then why did you ask about it?” Daniel finally responds.
“I was instructed by Major Carter to ask you,” Teal’c replies.
“Why?”
“I believe it was her intention to remind you of the proximity of
Valentine’s Day.”
Oh that’s it, she’s a dead woman.
“Teal’c,” I say as walk into Daniel’s office, “would you mind telling Sam
for me that if she doesn’t watch it, she’s going to learn just how painful a
post-mission exam can be?”
Teal’c nods then leaves the room. He doesn’t seem to be confused by the
situation. Either he understands more about human culture than we thought,
or he just gave up us all up for lost.
“Janet?” Daniel asks.
“Hmm?” I smile at him sweetly. I will imagine that whole embarrassing
scene never happened and the universe will comply.
“What was that about?” Dammit, whatever happened to the power of positive
thinking?
“Sam’s just unhappy because she doesn’t have anything to do for Valentine’s
Day.” I walk the rest of the way in his office and give him a kiss on the
cheek. “So, how are the artifacts?”
“Janet, you weren’t expecting to do anything for Valentine’s Day, were you?
I just assumed since you hadn’t mentioned anything… I made plans to go to an
archeological conference in Denver that evening.”
Oh, geez, so that’s what it feels like to get stabbed through the heart. So
much for my secret hope that Daniel would turn into Prince Charming and
sweep me off my feet.
“Oh, uh, no. Don’t… don’t worry about it, Daniel. It’s just another
holiday, right? No big deal.” I’m hopelessly babbling and I can’t help it.
“You know what, I think I left the defibrillator on. I’d better go
check.” I leave Daniel standing there staring after me. That’s got to be
the lamest line I’ve ever come up with, but I never claimed to be brilliant
under pressure.
I stalk back to the infirmary, muttering angrily to myself. I hate it when
Sam’s right. I know she’s an astrophysicist and all, but why does she have
to be so smart? Okay, yes, I wanted a romantic Valentine’s. What woman
doesn’t? But now I’m going to be stuck home all evening with my daughter on
the most romantic day of the year because my boyfriend would rather spend
the day with a bunch of old rocks! I sure hope that doesn’t say something
about me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cassie has a date. I was tempted to not let her go, but just because I’m
miserable doesn’t mean that she has to be. She’s spending the night at a
friend’s house afterwards, so I don’t even get to wait up for her and
painfully drag every little detail out of her when she gets home.
So I called Sam. Evidently regulations take Valentine’s Day off and even
Colonel Sarcasm has a romantic streak a mile wide.
So I’m sitting here in my apartment, alone. Well, not completely alone. I
got me a nice bottle of tequila and a plan for getting real drunk.
Wallowing’s always worked for me before, why change a good thing?
I’m only on my second glass, not even tipsy yet, when the phone rings.
Since everyone I know is out being happy, I contemplate not answering it.
But it keeps ringing and it finally annoys me enough to make me pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Dr. Fraiser, you’re needed on the Base at once,” the voice on the other end
says crisply. Oh just grand. Today just gets better and better.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two hours. I spent two hours at base for what was basically no reason. An
airman decided to cut open his hand and needed stitches, so who did they
call? The only person they knew who didn’t have plans.
My mood has gone from not good to horrible very quickly. I don’t even care
about getting drunk anymore, I just want to curl up in bed and go to sleep
so I can wake up and this night will be over.
The first thing I notice when I open my front door is the smell of vanilla
and roses. The lights are off, but a faint glow from dozens of candles
illuminates the room. A path of rose pedals lined on either side by the
candles has been laid through my front room towards the dinning area.
Shrugging off my jacket and putting down my purse and keys, I follow the
path, still slightly shocked and bewildered.
Rounding the corner to the dining room, I freeze. “Oh my god…” I breathe.
The room is lit by at least a hundred candles, rose petals cover the floor
and vases full of rose buds adorn every surface. The table is set with a
white tablecloth, fine china and a bottle of expensive wine, as well as more
candles and roses. In the background I hear the faint sounds of Sarah
McLachlan playing.
Daniel steps into the room, dressed to kill in the best-looking suit I’ve
ever seen. He stops in front of me, gently kisses my lips and hands me a
single white rose bud. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Janet.”
I melt.
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I stand by the window watching the snow falling gently outside. Coming up
behind me Daniel wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head next to
mine. It takes all my concentration to keep my legs from buckling. Three
months with this man and still I crumble at his touch.
“Thank you,” I whisper. I feel like I’m in a dream and if I speak too
loudly I may wake up. “Tonight was perfect.”
“It gets better,” he whispers in my ear.
“I don’t think that’s possible.” I smile and lean back against him.
“I love you, Janet.”
My concentration is suddenly shot and my legs give way, sending me tumbling
to the floor. Gotta love my natural grace and coordination.
Copyright (c) Bryn 2001
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