femslash_fluff | Challenge Fluff Response

Title: The Unexpected

Author: Ann
Challenge: Sam/Janet (SG-1), Sam’s lab, flower
Disclaimers: Don’t own them.

Author’s note: This is my first Sam/Janet piece, please be kind.

In the early hours of the morning, a figure hunched over a microscope. Major Samantha Carter rose from her crouched position to stretch her stiff back. A muttered ‘shit’ filled the silence of the room as she glanced over at the clock on the lab’s far wall.

The expletive was quickly followed with, “I am so dead. Janet is absolutely going to kill me this time. I can’t believe I lost track of time again. I don’t even think flowers will help me get out of this one.”

The major almost jumped out of her skin when a reply came from the doorway. Turning, she found the diminutive Dr. Janet Frasier with arms folded across her chest.

Sam visibly cringed when a voice of steel replied, “You are very astute, my dear. Imagine me sitting in a restaurant wearing that slinky black dress you love so much. Now, add to the picture those black stockings and high heels you take pleasure in removing. My hair is pulled up to reveal the neckline you love so well, and to make it even more enticing, I have dabbed your favorite fragrance, ‘pleasures intense,’ behind my ears and between my breasts.”

Trying to dig herself out of the gargantuan hole, Sam responded, “Janet, love, I am so sorry. I was on my way out when General Hammond asked me to work up a preliminary report on the strange flower SG-7 returned with. I only intended to run a few tests, but I couldn’t find anything so I kept running different tests. As usual, I became so obsessed with finding answers that I lost track of the time. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Janet made her way toward the flower in question and said, “I don’t know, Sam. Even though I am quite fond of your ‘make up’ methods, this is, or should I say, was our fifth anniversary. You would have to do something extraordinary to get back in my good graces.”

As Sam opened her mouth to respond, Janet leaned over and breathed in the flower’s scent. Too late, Sam called out, “Wait, Janet. Don’t smell that flower!”

A blue vapor was released from the flower directly into Janet’s nasal passage, and Sam’s shoulders slumped at the sight.

Alarmed, Janet quickly stood and said, “Oh God, I can’t believe I did that. I should have known better, but the flower is so beautiful. It just called to me. What is it? Is there an antidote?”

Sam walked over and helped Janet sit in a nearby chair. She squatted down so that she was eye level with the doctor. Very seriously, she stated, “I’m sorry, Janet, but there isn’t an antidote that we know of. The people of P3X-492 have allowed us to study the flower and its effect. Anyone who has breathed in its scent has been affected.”

Ashen faced, Janet asked the most feared question. “Am I going to die?”

With a smile on her face, Sam answered, “No, sweetie. You most certainly are not going to die.” Pausing, she added, “You know how you spoke of extraordinary events a few minutes ago?”

Janet slowly nodded her head in assent.

Sam continued, “Well, I have indirectly accomplished something neither of us thought was possible.”

Taking a deep breath, Sam delivered the news. “Janet, you’re pregnant.”