The Tegan Chronicles
Red Velvet
A drabble
Janet was professional, 100%. She'd seen many attractive men and women disrobe in her presence and never once had she viewed them as anything more than a patient. Never once had she wanted it to be anything else. She also never envisioned herself batting for the other team, well except when she caught the occasional glint from Sam's heart melting smile. But Sam had a smiled that would turn even the most devout flaming gay man straight.
Now she was pacing in the infirmary waiting for her newest patient to arrive, the newest addition to the SGC to walk through those doors, so that she could give her a precursory physical to travel through the gate. One that General Hammond had requested she do less than sixty minutes ago. She was professional, she was a straight divorced mother, she wondered why her heart beat wildly in her chest, she was professional.
She'd seen the effect the other woman had on men, when she walked into a room she drew their complete attention. Something about her demanded it. She even thought she'd seen the same reaction from one of her prized nurses, a happily married mother of two. A paper gown was all that separated her from a body that could have been chiseled by the great Michelangelo himself. She slipped her hand inside the paper gown willing her own heart to quiet down so she would be able to hear the tale tell signs of a murmur, or the rhythmic da-dunk sound of a normal heart beat.
The sound was mesmerizing, or maybe it was the scent, or the mere proximity of the other woman. As she removed her stethoscope the gown moved back just enough to give her a glimpse of the lush satin carpet of red curls. She felt her heart flutter, she was professional.
"Janet?" Tegan's voice was a mixture of amusement and annoyance as she realized she'd missed something.
"Sorry," She blushed appropriately wondering just what had prompted the memory to surface. "I was day dreaming."
"I noticed," Tegan canted her head to the desserts. "Brownies, Red Velvet cake, or both?"
"Brownies, I don't really like red velvet cake."
"Me either," she smiled.
"Then why'd you make it?"
"I've been told…"
"This is the best red velvet cake I've ever tasted," Jack spoke around a mouthful of the moist red cake and Janet thought of those curls.
"On second thought, I think I could learn to love red velvet cake." The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.
