A/N: As I'm re-watching SG-1 (again), I've been struck by a couple of little, sweet moments between Jonas and Dr. Frasier. Exploring just for fun. May turn out shippy, or maybe just friendshippy…you'll have to read and find out along with me. :)

1. Lavender Soap Bubbles

Janet's house was comforting — enveloping you in warm wood tones, cozy cushions, old family photos, and the calming scent of something fresh-baked. Perhaps by the mere presence of a child, or perhaps by the doctor's nurturing instincts, it seemed so much more home than their houses.

Jonas in particular, whose time off-base was so limited, relished the at once calming and energizing environment, so utterly lacking in concrete walls and klaxons and ID badges.

Maybe the hominess wasn't the only thing he relished.

"Oh gosh, it's almost 11:00!" Carter cried as she glanced at her watch and out the pitch-black window, "I've got to go. I'm flying out to San Diego to visit my brother in the morning and I haven't even packed yet."

"Tell them hi," Janet said as she collected the empty beer bottle and plate of Cassandra's birthday cake crumbs from Sam's place at the kitchen table. "And that I still have that picture the kids colored for me last year up in my office."

"They'll love that," Carter grinned and hugged her friend in parting. "Thanks, Janet."

"I regret that I must also depart," said Teal'c as he arose. "Colonel O'Neill and I are embarking on a hunting excursion in the morning."

"Hunting?" Sam quirked an eyebrow. "Did you convince him to give up on fishing?"

Teal'c's expression was unamused. "I insisted that we partake in an alternative activity this time."

"Good night, Teal'c." Janet patted him on the arm.

"Can I help clean up?" Jonas asked, the last at the table, as she carried a stack of plates to the sink.

"Well, I won't say no to that! I'll wash, you dry?" She tossed a powder blue dish towel his way and filled the sink with lavender-scented soap bubbles. "I'm really glad you came, Jonas. Cassie loves her life here, but I know she sometimes finds it hard not being able to talk about her home planet. I think she enjoyed talking to you."

"We had a nice chat. She seemed really interested in Kelowna, and how the transition's been."

"And how has it been?" Her perceptive gaze flicked over to him from the dishwater. "Are you feeling more settled?"

"Colonel O'Neill has finally warmed up to me," he acknowledged. "For a while I was struggling with trying to live up to Dr. Jackson, but I think we've gotten into a groove finally. I'm certainly enjoying the learning experience."

"Good."

"Where do glasses go?"

Janet nodded to the cabinet beside her. "Do you miss Kelowna?"

He closed the cabinet and leaned back against the counter beside her, propping his palms on the rim of the counter. A beat, then a one-shouldered shrug. "My parents passed away years ago, so I don't really have any family to miss. Even if I did, I know the work I'm doing here is too important." He took a plate from her and continued drying. "Earth is my home, at least for now."

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad. You're a big asset to the SGC." One more plate arose from the soapy water. "That's the last of them. Thanks for helping clean up."

He grinned as he dried and stacked the last glimmering dish in the cabinet. "Anything to spend a little more time above the ground."

"Well," she smirked as she drained the sink and took off her dish gloves, "if you're going to do the dishes for me, you can come over any time."

When she turned, hand outstretched to take the damp towel from him, she was surprised at the faintly teasing glimmer in his eyes. "I'd be happy to."

Happy to…what? Spend more time off-base? Or come over to do her dishes? Her mind raced to a thousand unreasonable conclusions in a second, but she kept her medical school poker face and was about to see him out when Cassie bounded down the stairs in hot pink pajamas.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Janet suddenly realized she still hadn't taken the towel, both their hands outstretched between them. "No," she said in what she hoped was an unconcerned tone and finally seized the towel. "Getting ready for bed?"

"Yep!" Cassie parked herself on a barstool, legs crossed Indian-style. "Jonas, what are you doing for your day off?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Probably just do some research I've been meaning to catch up on."

"That's no fun!" Cassie protested. "You're going to work on your day off? Why not get out and see some of Earth while have free time?"

"Technically I'm not supposed to be out unaccompanied."

"Mom, you're not doing anything tomorrow, are you? You could show Jonas around, like you did for me when I came home."

Janet looked questioningly at Jonas, who tried not to look too desperate. "I have been dying to get out of the base more."

Poor thing, Janet thought to herself, stuck in a concrete prison of his own making. "How about I text you in the morning and we'll make plans from there?" She turned to her daughter. "And it's way past your bedtime, birthday girl. Give me a kiss and get back upstairs."

She did so, said "Love you," to Janet, "Night," to Jonas, and disappeared up the stairs.

"So, I guess I'll see you in the morning."

Jonas' sanguine grin was instant. "Looking forward to it."