Disclaimer: I still don't own the characters, though I certainly wish I did.

Author's Note: napoleonicpowerqueen, this is for you. I hate your plot bunnies, FYI.


The sound of heels clicking against tile makes her grimace even as she turns and tries to find a way to explain herself. She considers hiding for all of a second but knows that it's a futile thought; the Mountain is small enough that she'd be found quickly. The footsteps get closer and she sighs, bracing herself for the inevitable.

"I thought I told you to go home."

Sam smiles sweetly - hoping it's enough to derail the doctor's ire - as she replies, "Well yes, you did, but I was waiting for you to get off duty so we could carpool."

Janet tilts her head and crosses her arms, glaring at the blonde. Sam has the good grace to blush but she doesn't back down. After a minute-long standoff, Janet sighs and drops her hands to rest on her hips.

"You're lucky you're cute," she says and Sam grins until Janet continues. "But I won't hesitate to call for an escort if I have to. You need to rest and I've still got a few hours left before I can leave. At least go rest in your quarters, Major."

Sam nods once, "As long as you promise to come by when you're off duty."

"Deal," Janet agrees and then smiles. "You really are lucky you're cute."

"Nah, I'm lucky I'm cute and that you're a pushover when it comes to the promise of sex."

"Sam!"

Sam's unrepentant laughter echos through the halls.