The Vengeance Of Hathor
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.
Part 4
Janet Fraiser paced back and forth between her desk
and the door of her office. She felt completely
useless and incredibly frustrated.
Samantha Carter was in the clutches of the Goa'uld
queen, Hathor, along with the other human members of
SG-1. All they knew for sure was that they, SG-1, were
trapped in a mock-up of the SGC and had been for over
two weeks.
Janet worried about all the members of SG-1. They, of
all the SG teams, were closest to her because of the
relationship they all had with her adopted daughter,
Cassandra. But, over the last six months, Janet and
Sam had both become more than friends, more than
co-mothers for Cassie. They had passed from best
friends to lovers to life partners.
And Janet had been feeling like a piece of her was
ripped away and lost across the galaxy. The worst
aspect was that she could do absolutely nothing but
fret and worry.
She stopped near the door and slammed her fist against
the wall. Tears of frustration and fear filled her
eyes, compounded by the sudden burst of pain in her
hand.
Janet's heart leaped into her throat as the phone on
her desk rang. She crossed to her desk and picked up
the receiver, holding it like it was red hot. She was
almost afraid to hear whatever the caller had to tell
her.
"Med Center, Fraiser here," she said.
"Doctor Fraiser, this is General Hammond. I wanted to
tell you that I'm going ahead with the plan I outlined
with you earlier. I need your staff to stand by for
possible casualties."
Earlier in the day, when Colonel Makepeace passed on
intel from the Tok'ra, Hammond briefed Janet on his
plan to send several SG teams through the Stargate to
try to liberate SG-1. He had recklessly told her he
was going through the Gate with the team, but he had
been persuaded by the Command Staff of the complex
that the potential intelligence disaster precluded his
presence on the mission.
Apparently the time for the teams' departure had
arrived.
"Yessir, I understand. Tell the teams good luck from
us," Janet said.
"Thank you, Doctor, I will relay your message,"
Hammond said. "Don't worry, Doctor, we will bring
Captain Carter and the rest back."
Hammond hung up, leaving Janet wondering at his last
statement. Was he referring to Sam for Cass' sake, or
did he suspect the necessarily secret realtionship
between she and Sam? It really didn't matter the
reason, she did feel better for the general's words.
Janet couldn't shake the feeling that Sam was alive.
Somehow, Janet knew that if Sam had died, she would
know. But she also could feel that her love was in
extreme danger.
The young doctor sat at her desk and buried her face
in her arms as soft sobs shook her body.
* * * * * *
Several months earlier...
The two women lay in each others arms, their naked
flesh pressed gently together. They were both sweaty
after another joyous love-making session.
As they lay together, they continued to gently touch
and kiss each other. Whispered murmurs passed between
them as they, again, lost themselves in each other's
eyes.
Sam smiled happily at Janet, "You are so wonderful.
You make me glad I'm alive. I don't think I've felt so
warm and loved since..." Her eyes looked away as tears
filled them.
"Your mother? Oh, Sam. I know wherever she is, she's
looking down on you. She must be very proud of you."
Janet kissed Sam's eyelids and held the young woman,
Sam's cheek resting on the swell of Janet's breast.
With a deep breath, Sam said, "I think she'd be happy
for me too. Happy that I finally found happiness."
Janet kissed the tousled blond hair and hugged her
friend and lover. "Janet," Sam whispered. "I, well,
I'm not good at this kind of thing."
Feeling a little thrill of alarm, Janet asked, "What
is it, Hon?" 'Please don't let this end,' she pleaded
in her mind. 'Let this be the relationship Sam can't
walk away from.'
Sam moved up and looked deep into Janet's eyes, "I
love you, Janet Fraiser."
Those few words caused Janet's heart to skip a beat.
She felt light-headed and short of breath. She could
only stare at the beautiful woman in her arms for a
moment. There had been some mention of falling in love
during their first night, but Janet never dared to
hope it was anything more than the thrill of the
moment. Now she felt like a teenager again, giddy and
excited and a little scared.
Finally, talking through a suddenly dry mouth, she
replied, "And I love you. With all my heart and soul."
They kissed, a long, slow, loving kiss. The kiss was
the most wonderful Janet had ever experienced. She
knew at that moment that they belonged together.
Nothing could tear them apart.
* * * * * *
"Nothing..." the doctor muttered into the sleeve of
her lab coat. Looking up, she did something she hadn't
done for years, she prayed.
"Oh God, please don't let anything happen to her. I
love her! I love her so much! Please bring her back to
me safely." Janet felt warm tears trickle down her
cheeks as she pleaded for her love with God.
"Maybe our relationship isn't right to a lot of
people...I don't know if it's right to You...But we
love each other. What can be wrong with that? Just
please bring her back. I'll gladly sacrifice myself
for her. Anything God. Please?"
She sat back, feeling absolutely miserable. A few
months ago, she would have been worried, even scared,
but for a friend. Now she was horrified that she might
never see this special woman again.
Glancing at the picture of Cassie standing in front
and between she and Sam, Janet remembered that day...
* * * * * *
"Sa-am! Come on!" Cassie whined.
"Hey, short-stuff, don't whine! It's not lady-like,"
Sam responded over her shoulder as she set up the
little 35mm camera on the fence post. Checking the
scene in the viewfinder, she nodded and set the auto
timer. She had plenty of time to get back into the
shot.
"Everybody smile," she said as she stepped back
alongside Janet. She placed her right hand on Cassie's
shoulder and had her left arm around Janet's waist.
Janet's left hand was on Cass' other shoulder and she
had her right arm snaked around Sam's back.
Sam, who had to be doing a mental countdown, said,
"Cheese!" as she pinched Janet's ass and the flash on
the camera fired.
* * * * * *
Janet gazed at the picture with her smile just
beginning to turn into a surprised "O" from Sam's
pinch. Janet unknowingly smiled as she recalled her
"revenge" later that night when they had gone to bed.
The phone next to her rang, startling Janet. "Fraiser
here."
"Doctor, this is General Hammond. I wanted to let you
know that Colonel Makepeace and his men have just
penetrated the Goa'uld complex. We should have
definitive word on SG-1 shortly." Hammond's voice had
a trace of a Texas twang, an sure sign of his concern.
"So far, there are no casualties."
"Thank you, General. That's good news," Janet
responded. "We are ready here."
"I know you are, Doctor." Hammond paused and added,
"We'll bring her back. I promise."
Janet held the receiver to her ear but said nothing.
'He knows about us!' But immediately on the heels of
that thought came another, "He's telling me he doesn't
mind.'
"Doctor?"
"Uh, yessir. I'm here, General."
"Okay, stand by. I'll let you know as soon as I hear
from Makepeace again."
Hearing the click as Hammond hung up, Janet stood
there stunned. 'How long has he known? How did he find
out?'
She knew she could never ask. The policy was "Don't
ask, don't tell" after all.
She stepped out into the main room and found her team
looking at her. Standing a little straighter, she
spoke with a conviction she really didn't feel, "Okay,
people. The SG teams are penetrating the complex. So
far there are no casualties but, with the Goa'uld I
wouldn't count on that continuing. All we can do is
wait. And pray."
'God, please bring her back. Please?' Janet prayed as
she returned to her office and closed the door.
Leaning against it, she whispered, "Oh God, Sam. I
love you so much."
 (c) John O'Conner
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