AN: I'm sort of posting as I go so I'm not sure how often I'll add a new chapter. This story follows various episodes as a FWB relationship starts to develop between Jack and Janet. It may develop into more... I always thought they were a great pairing that doesn't get explored enough.
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The Broca Divide
It had been a long day. Hell it had been a long couple of days. Janet Fraiser trudged up her front steps utterly exhausted. The touched virus had affected nearly half the base. Between the initial attempts to contain the virus then the struggle to deal with those affected Janet had been completely overwhelmed.
With the help of Teal'c and O'Neill, Janet had eventually found the solution they needed but the four days of dealing with the crisis had worn her out. All she wanted was to run a hot bath and soak with a glass of wine for company.
She groaned with pleasure as she released the clasp on her bra. Standing in the middle of her bedroom Janet heard the sound of water running as the tub slowly filled up. Stepping out of the rest of her clothes she started to make her way towards her haven when the doorbell chimed.
Resisting the urge to completely ignore it Janet turned the tap off and looked longingly at the steam rising from the surface of the water. She could feel the magnetic pull of the warmth wafting over her. She grabbed her bathrobe and tossed it on over her nakedness and went to peer out her bedroom window.
Jack O'Neill's huge green Ford truck was sitting in her driveway. Strange.
Thoughts of her bath dissolved as she was overcome with worry. Maybe he was experiencing side effects of the massive dose of sedative and antihistamine. Sliding her feet into her slippers she made her way hurriedly downstairs.
Janet opened the door her worried gaze meeting Jack's. He broke the look first glancing down at his feet. The porch light only highlighting the bruising on his face and the cut running through his eyebrow.
"Colonel O'Neill. Are you okay?"
He glanced up from the study he was making of his feet and took in her state of dress. The skin at his collar reddened. "Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Not at all. Is everything alright?" The door opened a little wider in unspoken invitation. He hesitated rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Yeah. Yeah." He turned to walk away.
"Colonel," she called after him as he descended the first of the steps leading to her house. She tried again, "Jack."
He turned at the use of his first name. He looked so lost.
"Come in." The door opened fully.
Hesitating once more halfway up the steps of the poarch he shook his head once as if to clear thoughts away then turned slowly and walked through the door. The quiet snick of the door shutting behind him made him turn to look at the diminutive doctor.
Jack leaned his back against the wall looking utterly exhausted. "Sorry. Not really sure why I came. I guess i just wanted to say thanks. You know. For everything."
Running his hands over his face he made a quiet hissing sound as his finger found a particularly dark bruise. Janet stepped up to him and reached up putting a careful hand on his wrist. She pulled the hand away from his face then traced the dark bruise around his eye with her thumb checking for any deeper damage she may have missed.
Suddenly she found his lips on hers. Taken aback by the gesture she took a sharp breath in and half a step back.
"Shit, shit. I'm sorry. I just…" He looked up groping for words, "I really did just come to say thank you. But I think I may still be running on testosterone overdrive." He backed away from her towards the door. "This was a bad idea. Sorry."
Turning to leave he reached for the door with his right hand and felt slim fingers around his left wrist. A quiet voice stated "I was just about to take a bath. It's been a long few days."
He turned to look her in the eyes. To make sure he understood what she was saying.
A small smile turned the corner of her mouth up. "Doctors orders."
He grinned back and turned to follow her upstairs.