Title: The Good Doctor
Author: Katrin Halcyon
Email: kathalcyon@hotmail.com
Status: Finished
Category: Vignette
Rating: Might as well give it a PG
Season/Sequel Info: Sometime in season 3, I suppose
Spoilers: A little bit for "Singularity"
Summary: Janet contemplates.
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or Dr. Frasier. But if someone offered them to me, I wouldn't say no.
Author's Notes: Sorry about the title again. And if you want, you can blame it on Ness. I got the idea while reading "A Good Life."
I check my watch. 11:00.
I sigh. It's more common than I would like, getting home at this hour. Working at the SGC, I'm always on call.
I walk slowly upstairs and take a peek in my daughter's room. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is steady; she's asleep. I smile fondly. When I adopted her two years ago, I was afraid we wouldn't be able to make it as a family: a single, always-on-call doctor and a pre-pubescent human/alien girl.
But we have. Against all odds, Cassandra and I have a wonderful life together… when we're together. I love her so much.
I've always wanted kids. I know that most women say that, but with me, it's true. It was my desire for children that made me marry a fellow med student when I was twenty. When I got out of that horribly dysfunctional relationship, five years later, I was almost happy that the marriage had been childless. At least there wouldn't be a messy custody battle to go along with the messy divorce.
I close Cassie's door softly and walk back downstairs. I'm tired, and yet I don't want to go to bed.
I idly flip on the radio and am rewarded with Shirley Manson singing softly "I would die for you…" I switch it from Cassie's favorite station to my own. Chantal Kreviazuk's "Feels Like Home" is playing, and I sink down into an old, soft easy chair.
As I reach for my novel, I remember suddenly that SG-1 is off-world and scheduled to come back tomorrow. I wonder who will be the injured one this time, Jack or Daniel.
I don't know which to hope for. Of course, it would be best if neither of them were hurt. But that doesn't happen very often.
I certainly don't want him to get hurt. But if he did, he would have to spend more time in the infirmary… with me.
Sighing, I open my book. My eyes scan the pages, but the twists of the murder mystery are not making it all the way to my brain.
"Stop it, Janet," I tell myself out loud. I might as well stop brooding over him. Nothing can come of it.
Between his deep, abiding love for his wife – after all this time – and his extreme crush on my best friend, Sam Carter, I get relegated to "friend" status.
Not that I mind. Being his friend is better than nothing, right?
But it might be easier if Sam at least had a clue that the most wonderful man I know is head-over-heels for her. If I can't have him, my best friend should, right? But no. For such a smart woman, she's not that bright sometimes.
I put my book down, stand up, and flip the Corrs off mid-lyric.
I need my beauty sleep. After all, I'll see him tomorrow.