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My first SG1 fic... so be kind.
This story may contain a relationship between two women... if this shocks or offends you stop reading and hit back now.
For everyone else, enjoy.
Read and Review, Pretty Please.
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Janet yawned, rubbing her neck she checked the time. O' three hundred hours, grimacing she shut the medical reports she had been updating and left her office. Moving through the empty halls she made her way to the elevator and then on to the lab of a certain Samantha Carter. Entering silently she stood admiring her friend who was currently studying something under a microscope of the far table. Sam's focus was complete; leaning forward on her stool biting her bottom lip, Janet couldn't help but smile.
Coughing softly Janet got her attention.
"Janet, Hi," Sam beamed.
"I wondered if you wanted to grab a bite to eat." Janet managed not knowing why she felt so nervous.
"Ah, I'm pretty sure the commissary doesn't start serving breakfast for at least another few hours or so," replied Sam.
"Actually I was thinking of getting some real food, somewhere off base." Janet said quietly.
"Oh right. That would be great, just give me a few minutes to finish up."
Janet couldn't help but grin as she moved towards the door, "Sure I'll meet you at my car in about fifteen."
Janet had hurried to her locker to change, she quickly chucked on her jeans and shirt and now stood scrutinising her reflection in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair, quickly freshened up her make-up, grimacing at the dark circles under eyes. Sighing in defeat she tore herself away from the mirror and headed out the door. Emerging from the elevator she saw Sam already waiting at her car.
Janet smiled at her friend; Sam wore an oversize grey jumper over a tight pair of jeans that hugged her long legs. Tearing her eyes away from Sam's legs Janet fished her keys from her bag.
"Ready?" she asked as she opened the car door.
"Born ready," Sam replied.
TBC