A/N: Set before "Heroes", but, somehow, after "Ripple Effect". Some of the "Ripple Effect" events happened, but Janet's alive! I like Janet, more than Carolyn Lam, but we haven't seen much of her yet.

Mistletoe

Janet Fraiser sat in the infirmary, thinking about a certain archaeologist. If only he didn't have to be off-world for Christmas. But, then again, the world was full of "if-onlys". It made no sense to pout about one little one.

If she was going to be worked up about anything, it would be making sure a gurney and proper medical staff for SG-1's return. That was Daniel for you. Almost every mission they came back from, Daniel was injured, had contracted some disease, dying, or had died, then been revived. Every time, Daniel had something happen to him. Janet chuckled.

"Something funny, Janet?" came the voice of Daniel Jackson, the very object of her thoughts.

"Sorry, Daniel. I was just thinking about how many gurneys I'm going to need to have ready for when you guys get back." Janet replied. "You guys get injured at least once per mission, if not more."

"Hey!! We don't get in that much trouble." Daniel argued. "If anything, you might want to have coffee ready for me, Sam, and Jack. Also, we got the mission moved up a few days. We now leave December 20th, and we get back December 22nd."

"Really? That's great!" Janet said before she could stop herself. Daniel raised an eyebrow, in a way not unlike Teal'c.

"What are you so excited about?" came the voice of a certain USAF colonel. Janet looked embarrassed.

"Uh, Cassie wanted to have a party. But you guys weren't supposed to be home, so I said no, but now Cassie gets her way." Janet said. "Now I won't hear the end of it."

"Muchacha pobre. Mi corazón sangra para usted." Daniel rattled of in Spanish. "Translation: Poor girl. My heart bleeds for you. If you want, I'll say it in Ancient, Goa'uld, or any other language you wish."

"Show-off." Colonel O'Neill said. Then he walked off, singing a song that sounded like "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer", but the lyrics were different.

"For once, I'm in agreement with Colonel O'Neill. You are a bit of a show-off." Janet said. But a cute show-off.

Both of the doctors walked out of the room one after another, walking towards the elevator discussing how Cassie was going to torture them this year.

Janet saw a bit of green out of the corner of her eye. She looked at it and gasped. Mistletoe. Daniel, having had heard her gasp, asked, "What's up, Jan…" He stopped as he saw what she was looking at. Daniel cleared his throat. "Well, I think we both know the rules of mistletoe." He said with an impish smile.

"Oh, yes, very well. I used it to my advantage in high school. A lot." Janet replied. "Shall we?" She asked.

FIN!!

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