Keeping with tradition of fanfic writers' incredible excuses after a long pause: I had a case of cyber mobbing for a video that now has 27K views (woohoo, take that you sucker!), had several new crushes, continued my professional training as a filmmaker, became an auntie (she's so damn cute), got beautiful platinum blonde strands (I look like Sam now :) and started an internship in postproduction! That's my 2023 in a nutshell, enjoy the story!

Note: This chapter has a bit of 'mature stuff' happening between Sam and Janet.

There was a tension present in the mess hall that Sam couldn't quite place. At first glance, it seemed like everything was as usual. On a closer look, the groups were suspiciously homogenous, with airmen sitting only with airmen and female soldiers only with other women. Sam grabbed a tray and got herself a sandwich. Having found an empty table near a corner of the room, she was soon joined by several airwomen.

"Are these free?" the brunette with a bun, asked, pointing at the other 3 chairs. It was Emily Johnson from SG-7 and her team members. They were relatively new, but Sam was nonetheless embarrassed to not remember all their names.

"Yes of course." she replied as gracefully as she could, with her mouth full of sandwich.

"It's Sam right?" Emily asked.

Sam nodded.

"Have you noticed how the airmen act today? All the ones I spoke to, couldn't shut up about Hathor."

"It's like their really worshipping her," a redhead from the group uttered.

"Oh," Sam stopped chewing, having had a realization. Leaving the half-eaten sandwich on her plate she gulped down some water and ran out of the mess hall, leaving the group of women staring behind her. The idea she had was too precious to lose.

"Sam, Sam...whoa slow down," she felt a hand on her shoulder and was stopped mid her run.

"Jack... I mean, Colonel."

"Why are you running Carter?" he asked her, sounding concerned.

"Oh umm, nothing sorry just got really hungry."

"Mess hall's the other way," O'Neill said, fixating her with a gaze. "You've been acting strangely Sam."

He called her Sam. She didn't have time for that now.

"It's nothing sir." perhaps the use of the rank would put an end to it. "Are you okay?" he asked, stepping closer. "Is this about Hathor?"

"Kinda... It's just... you really trust her, sir?"

"I don't know yet," he revealed and suddenly sounded like the O'Neill she knew, her friend and commanding officer. "But hey, wouldn't it be great if she actually was a good Go'auld?" the smile he gave her was distinctly not his style. He sounded just like Daniel and Hammond.

"Yeah, you're right I'm probably overthinking it." she agreed.

"As always," he gave her a wink. What was that supposed to mean?

"Sorry gotta go, they need me in one of the labs." she tried to sound as natural as possible.

"Okay, but don't forget to eat something." he smiled at her.

She nodded and as soon as she turned a corner, broke into a run again.

She reached her lab half out of breath. Sitting down at her PC, she raised her walkie-talkie. "Janet! Come to my lab, now." she huffed out.

"Sam?" Janet announced her presence about two minutes later.

"Over here," Sam called from the corner where she sat huddled at her computer, her face illuminated by the sharp light contrast.

"Good grief, think of your eyes hun." the doctor scolded her, turning the light switch on.

"Ahum," Sam replied absent-mindedly. "C'mere Jan, I need to show this to you. Oh and close the door, I don't want anybody overhearing us."

"Okay," Janet sounded concerned but did as Sam asked.

"You noticed the situation right?"

"With our new guest? Of course," Janet replied. "Since she's here I've had headache complaints from almost every woman on base.

"And what about the men?" Sam asked, still staring at the computer screen.

"None," Janet shook her head. "But many have been obsessively gushing about Hathor."

"And I think I found out why," Sam said gesturing to the flickering computer screen. "I found myths about all the Goddesses of Love and Beauty, across cultures, and many of them, especially the euro-asian ones speak of people being love-drunk in her presence."

"That's a good description," the Doctor said, holding onto Sam's chair and staring at the computer. Sam noticed Janet's blouse was slightly open giving a sneak peek- she turned her head away. Focus. "There's been recent studies on pheromones," Janet continued.

"Did you take some samples from our guest?" Sam looked up, she could see Janet's lush lashes flattering from this point of view.

"I did. I'll need to run a scan."

"I'll join you." Sam said and they speedily headed to the infirmary.

While Janet went to get the samples from her office, Sam couldn't help staring after her retreating figure. She had a very nice bum. What was up with her? Sam covered her eyes with her palms. She had important work, now more than ever, this was no time to be horny. Even in the mess hall, with the air-women, her eyes had wandered a bit too long. This was utterly unprofessional.

"Sam, are you alright?" the Doctor's honey-sweet voice brought her back to reality.

She quickly pulled her hands away from her face and instead fisted them in her pockets. "Yup, everything's fine."

"You don't look fine," Janet sounded concerned...for her. Oh, how she enjoyed it when she took care of her. "C'mere," she said, the same way Jack did, "Let me take a look at you." Before Sam could reply, the Doc was standing right in front of her, gently touching her face and forehead. "You poor thing," she said in a motherly voice, "Are you having a headache too?" Sam nodded.

"Look at me," Janet said, whipping a small long tube-shaped flashlight out of her pocket. "I'm gonna check your eye movement, okay?" Again Sam nodded. The Doctor moved the flashlight around, making Sam's eyes follow it like she were a cat. During it, Janet whispered that she was doing well and that it was all going to be fine. The whispering gave Sam pleasant goosebumps.

"Alright that seems to be in order, now let me check your head," Janet said, pocketing the flashlight again and coming nearer. She nudged Sam to bow her head a bit and while she massaged the back of her head and neck, Samantha was treated to a closer view of Janet's décolleté. She fought the urge to ask Janet if she could touch her. Not the time, not the place, she wasn't even entirely sure of Janet's tastes. She knew she had an ex-husband where things went very bad and Doc hated remembering him. No kids either.

"Okay, let me check your lymphatic pathways," Janet said. "Sit straight," Sam did as she asked. Janet started massaging her face, the forehead, nose, chin, cheeks... always in an outward motion. Then she moved to the sides, the temples and around the ears, explaining that the pathways connect there and flow down through the sides of the neck... She started massaging her neck... All the way down to the collarbone where it's connected to the lymphatic system of the rest of the body, making the collarbone a critical place of release... Janet unbuttoned the top of Sam's blouse to reach her collarbone area. Sam decided resistance was futile and allowed a sensual moan to vibrate through her vocal cords.

"On duty Captain?" Janet asked in a teasing voice.

Sam opened her eyes. Janet's eyes seemed to have darkened and had a glint in them, a spark.

"Doctor?" Sam whispered. "Maybe... maybe we should move this someplace else?"

"Oww, my office isn't very comfortable." Janet said. "But we should make sure nobody disturbs us. Wait for me luv," suddenly her hands were gone and she was walking to the infirmary door. The loud click told Sam she had locked the door.

"Is that safe? What if there's an emergency?" Sam asked, concerned.

"Then they'll use the doorbell." said Janet with a smile.

Sam missed her hands touching her neck.

"Give me a sec Darling," Janet said. "I've got something to help us relax even more." she went to her office, rummaging in a set of drawers.

Samantha impatient, stood up and walked to the door of the office, leaning against the door frame.

"Ha! Found it!" Janet wheezed in a triumphant voice.

"What is it?" Sam asked, she felt as though in a daze.

Janet held up a pair of candles, and grabbed Sam's hand, pulling her back towards the patient bed. "Oooh naughty Doc." Sam chuckled. Janet's hand holding her own left tingles through her body, again causing goose bombs. She could feel her boobs feeling heavier as more blood pumped through them.

Reaching the patient bed, Janet snaked her arms against Sam, bringing their faces together and brushing a strand of blonde her from the Captain's eyes. "May I?" she whispered seductively.

"Aye Ma'm," Sam replied and Janet gently pressed her cherry-coloured lips on hers. Hmm, they tasted like cherry too, Janet must've bought a new lip gloss.

With a smack of their lips, they parted to catch their breath. "Oh Janet, You taste good." Sam whispered.

"Always prepared." Janet replied with a grin and resumed passionately kissing her.