Title: Wanna Get Married? Strikes Back!
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or any of it's affiliates. If I did, Janet wouldn't be dead.
Season: Before Hero's Part 2, so 6th season then?
Summary: Her cheeks lit up as she realized what he heard.
A.N.: It's taken me years, but I've finally started this companion piece (and am intent on finishing it) to Marry Me. Sorry for the wait, but this does prove miracles are possible, I never thought I'd start on this. I guess I better thank my little sister for monopolizing the phone and our basic dial-up internet.
-ABC-
"No Way." Fraiser muttered as her computer yet again crashed. Seriously considering picking up the piece of junk and throwing it at the wall, she didn't hear Daniel Jackson's knock. Or his call, or the fact that he entered. Which was why she let the string of curse words leave her mouth.
"I did knock." Janet turned her head and then noticed that Daniel had heard her loss of control. Her cheeks lit up as she realized what he heard.
"The thing's crashed on me again. Fourth time in the last week, and the fourth time I tried to finish up this damn medical report."
"Did you hit save?" He asked, stepping further into the room, convincing himself it was to look at the computer, and not notice what a lovely shade of pink her cheeks were.
"You would think after it's crashed so many times, and with the technical problems the base has been having, but no, I got lost in work." Clearly understanding what that felt like, Daniel nodded and gave a small smile. Seeing her just stare at the thing, he asked,
"Are you going to turn the computer back on and try to save whatever information there is or just stare at it until it fixes itself?" Janet sighed and then looked him straight in the eye,
"Neither, I'm going to follow the colonel's advice the last time this happened and go get some pie."
"Really?" This didn't sound like the Janet he knew.
"Yes. Why don't you come with me and tell me what it is you came in here for." Daniel had completely forgotten why he'd stopped by, but reasoned that after being in her presence for a bit, it would come back.
"Sure, I could do with some pink mashed potatoes." Her eyes widened,
"Don't tell me the cook is trying new recipes again." Daniel's expression grew serious, and he nodded. Janet blew air out her mouth,"Great."
-DEF-
Sitting across from Daniel Jackson as he passionately explained... something, while eating the last piece of chocolate pie, Janet decided that her computer crashing was worth it. Well, for the most part. Janet had been forced to re-type that medical report so many times that she could sing it in her sleep.
"You're not.. listening, are you?" this phrase Daniel said broke into her thoughts, and without thinking, Janet replied,
"No, but I like the sound of your voice." stunned silence followed that comment.
"Thank you?" The question in his voice sounded like a small child who was more used to being teased than complimented. It made her laugh.
"Not many people have the passion like you do when they discuss their jobs."
"Not many people work here."
"Mmm, that's true." The way he was looking at her, it made her feel like she was missing out on something.
"What?" the look disappeared
"What?" feeling like an idiot for almost asking what a look meant, Janet changed tactics.
"What were you going to ask me when you came into my office earlier?"
"Oh." Clearly not what he expected her to say, he fumbled with his glasses, picked up his fork, put it down and then said,
"I was wondering if you had.. gotten my e-mail!" the last few words of the sentence sounded as if the person saying it was unsure of the answer until the very end. Janet, as per usual, missed that.
"No. My computer's been on the fritz for awhile now."
"Oh, right."
"Yeah."
"Well, I better get back to work." Daniel sounded as if he had something on his mind, so Janet didn't push him.
"Ok, I'll tell you when my computer's finally fixed."
"Yeah, sure." And then he walked away. Janet made sure to not watch him as he left. Because friends do not pay attention to other friends backsides.
-GHI-
"Jack!"
"What?"
"What am I going to say?" Daniel was currently using Jack's home-owned laptop, the only piece of equipment in The SGC that currently worked, on his e-mail browser, typing the e-mail he told Janet he'd already sent.
"Tell her you're secretly in love with her. And have been for the last few years." A pointed look made Jack change tactic.
"Why don't you ask her to marry you?"
"Because that's subtle."
"For the Bet Daniel! You've still got six hours, forty-three minutes left and haven't married anyone." Another pointed look made Jack reword. "Well, besides Teal'c. And that lunch woman with the big..." Jack gestured to his face, and then waved off Daniel's look.
"Because you made me."
"Well you're still four behind."
"That's because you cornered all the scientists."
"True."
"By the way, how did you convince Sam to marry you again?" Jack's relaxed cool manner disappeared by her name.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Nothing."
"Listen Danny Boy, I need to go check up on some things, so you write your e-mail, ask her to marry you or not, and I'll see you later." The noise in the room that Jack's presence brought was dissipating, and by the time Daniel had started typing, it was the only sound in the room.
-JKL-
Forty-seven minutes, two pots of coffee, twelve minor stitches and three slices of pie later, Janet's computer was fixed. She looked over at Sam, who was currently chewing on the forth piece of pie with a look of total fulfillment, and smiled.
"Thank's so much for helping Sam."
"Haaelm oou?" Mouth full of pie, Janet was surprised she heard actual sounds come out of Sam's mouth.
"Sorry, I'm not the colonel, I don't know what that means." A large swallow and gulp of coffee later, Sam was able to talk.
"Janet. You called me out of my lab right when I was about to go over the Smith algorithm, in a mad panic to fix your computer because- how do I put this? 'You have a very important e-mail'. And then hovered over me, eating the pie you promised me, and drinking the fresh brewed coffee you bribed ME with."
"I was not in a mad panic." Jaw set, arms crossed, Janet was prepared to do battle over those words. Because the rest of it? Yeah, that was true.
"Who is this important e-mail even from?" Sam was good at changing tactics and didn't like to fight with Janet. But mostly? She just really wanted to eat more pie. Since all the electrical was so faulty, all unnecessary power was being diverted. This included the kitchen. The base then had to order out all of its food, and the pies were from Baker and Spice, the best bakery in a one hundred radius. Usually all were gone because of the Colonel, and Sam was still curious how this one managed to survive the Colonel's scrutiny.
"Oh, well, it's, that's not important." Sam's eyes shot off of the delectable flaky crust and rich red fruit to Janet. Did she just say the person who sent it wasn't important?
"What?!" muted shock ran through that word, and Janet realized that was not the right thing to say.
"I mean, it's Cassie. She needed help with a school project. And she sounded really urgent." Sam was still looking at her oddly, so Janet rambled.
"I thought you meant important like life-saving, the-world-might-blow-up important. And well, it wasn't like that, not that Cassie wouldn't say so, and I didn't want to worry you, because I know how much you love that kid. I mean, everyone does, even Daniel, whose really sweet to her actually, and where was I?" The point of rambling is to make the other person forget about whatever it is you don't want them to. It seemed to have the opposite effect on Janet.
Another time Sam would find out who the e-mail actually belonged to (although she had a sneaking suspicion of who it was) but Sam was super busy with all the power fluctuations and there was still half a pie left.
"You were going to check your e-mail."
"Oh, right." Never before had Sam felt so unwanted by those two words.
"So you go ahead and try that while I get back to my work. And do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Don't ask for any more technological help right now."
"Oh, do you need to go?" A smile was hard to suppress.
"Yeah, someone's gotta figure out why all the equipment randomly stops working on the base for hours, only to turn itself back on at random time."
"Oh. Ok. I'll come by your lab later."
"Forget it. The rest of the pie is mine." Sam picked up the pan and without a backwards glance started walking to the door.
"See you."
"Bye." The moment Sam was out the door, Janet clicked on the grey tab, eliciting the regulatory phrase, 'you have mail'.
-MNO-
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