TITLE: "A Day Behind"
AUTHOR: Verb
RATING: T, I would think.
CATEGORY: Humor, Daniel/Janet, shameless Asgard jokes.
SUMMARY: Timing Is Everything
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable Stargate SG-1 characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment only and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. This story and other publicly unrecognized events or characters therein are copyrighted to the author and may not be used or reproduced in entirety or in parts without express permission of the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I always have problems with naming my stories. This one owes its title to a Bowling For Soup song, entitled "Belgium". It is, quite possibly, the funniest parody of a love song I've ever heard. This song made me think, write, and laugh so hard that people on the bus gave me funny looks. This is the result. Please enjoy!
AUTHOR'S NOTE #2: Thanks so much to all of you who took the time to review. I really appreciate it, because there is nothing quite like the feeling of receiving those little "New Review" emails I've become addicted to. Special shout out to Romulus Magnus and Ilovesg1, who have left a review after every chapter. Thanks so much you guys! Please, give yourselves a round of applause!
DEDICATION: Again, to Dessert Blossom-by-the-Sea, for encouragement and kick ass beta'ing. Also? To everyone who reads this little story. Yes, you! You're brilliant. What do you mean, 'Why?' Because I wrote the story, and I said so!
Chapter 5 – Promised Who?
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"Coming, coming!" Janet called out as she made her way from her upstairs bedroom to open the front door. Standing on her porch was Jack.
"Hello, Colonel." She made a point of looking around him. "Where's the rest of your team?"
Jack gestured behind him with his hand. "Teal'c's just helping Sam get out of the truck. Seems there are still a few bruises in not so pleasant areas."
"You got that right!" Sam called out from the foot of the path that connected Janet's driveway and her front porch.
"Major Carter, would this not be more efficient if I were to carry you into JanetFrasier's home?" Teal'c asked the ailing major.
Sam looked for a moment as if she were going to strike the Jaffa for his suggestion, but her face quickly softened into a look of grim acceptance. "Yeah, I guess it would." She reached her arms up to Teal'c, who lifted her up and into Janet's living room with little effort.
Janet couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped her as she ushered Jack in and closed the door behind him. "Where's Daniel?"
The three team members shared a look that Janet couldn't decipher. "He expressed the need to attend to an urgent matter, JanetFrasier," Teal'c answered with his usual stoic grace. "He assured me that he would arrive in plenty of time to partake in this evening's meal."
"Uh, what he said," Jack agreed as he plopped on the couch next to Sam. "Speaking of dinner, we should be heading out soon if we don't want to lose our reservation." He shifted to look at Sam. "Probably want to go and assist the good doctor with her wardrobe choice."
Sam nodded and gingerly lifted herself up from her sitting position on the couch. "Good idea, sir." She waved off Teal'c's attempts to carry her again.
Janet approached the couch and helped to guide her friend into a standing position. "We shouldn't be long, Colonel."
"Sure, sure." Jack waited until both women had disappeared up the stairs. "This is gonna take a while, Teal'c, so settle down and get comfortable." He searched around for a TV remote. "Think Janet gets any hockey specialty channels?"
"That is doubtful, O'Neill."
Jack sighed. "Thought so."
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Janet helped guide Sam to sit on her bed when they reached her room. "You know, Sam, it would have been a lot more comfortable for you if you had just waited in the car," she pointed out.
Sam winched as she tried to maneuver her aching body into a less painful position. "I know," she admitted. "But I had to make sure that you actually wore that red sweater. I promised."
Janet turned away from the drawer she had been digging through to aim a stare at her best friend. "Promised what?"
There was no mistaking the mischievous glint in Sam's eyes. "The important question is who, Janet, not what."
Janet's brain seemed to shut down all rational though at her friend's words. "You promised someone that I would wear that particular top?"
"Yup."
She waited for a few seconds before asking the question that would just not leave her mind. "Who?"
Sam smiled. "That, I'm afraid, you'll have to figure out for yourself. In the meantime, pull out that dark grey skirt I know you have hanging in the back of your closet. It'll look great with the sweater."
Janet nodded absently as she contemplated Sam's words while moving into the bathroom to change. Who in the world besides Sam would care what I was wearing?
"Hey, Janet?"
Sam's voice broke through her internal musings.
"Yeah?"
"Are those new earrings?"
Janet's had automatically raised to her ear to fidget with the small diamond studs she was wearing. "Yes, they are," she said as she smiled. "Cassie gave them to me."
Sam grinned. Well, at least one of us remembered her birthday. "There're very pretty. You should definitely wear them tonight."
"That was the plan," Janet teased as she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in the requested fuzzy red sweater and skirt.
Sam's smile got impossibly larger. "You look great."
"Really?" Janet asked, not completely comfortable with being all dressed up in such a short skirt without really know the reason behind it.
"Yup. That sweater really does work for you." Sam teased.
"And for someone else, apparently," Janet shot back.
You have no idea. Sam thought, but simply smiled at the petite doctor, determined not to let any incriminating evidence slip. "Let's go downstairs and get the boys before they start trying to eat your coffee table."
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