Title: Here Comes The Rain Again 2: Songs About Rain

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Pairing: Sam/Janet

Category: Romance

Series: The Jukebox

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Stargate and characters are the property of MGM, Gekko, etc. Mainly you need to know no one with the name of Geonn owns the deed to these ladies.

Warnings: None.

Spoilers: None

Archive: Yes, just let me know where it's gonna be.

Songs: "Songs About Rain," by Gary Allan. "Save it for a Rainy Day," The Jayhawks, "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart," Al Green. "Walking on Broken Glass," Annie Lennox. "Sister," Indigo Girls. "Don't Say You Love Me," The Corrs.

Summary: A storm is settled over Colorado Springs, but it's only affecting two people.


"Alllllll right, Colorado Springs! Looks like it'll be another hot one today. So crank up those ACs, undo the top button on your shirt and try to take your mind off this heat with a little bit of olllllllld country twang." The DJ disappeared, replaced by Willie Nelson singing 'Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain.' Sam reached down and thumbed off the radio, sighing heavily as she rolled down the window of her car.

She reached down and changed the station, dialing around until she heard something that sounded remotely upbeat. "You never make your mind up, Like driving with your eyes shut, Rough around the edges, Won't someone come and take you home? Waiting for a breakthrough, What will you set your mind to?"

'Great. Now the radio is mocking me.' She turned the stupid thing off and stared out the windshield, squinting against the sun. It shouldn't have been so bright. The way she felt, it should've been a torrential downpour of Biblical proportions. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to figure out how she'd let it get so backwards. Her arrangement with Janet had clear and to the point. Everyone needed somebody sometimes. Hey, isn't that a song? She shook her head to clear it of inane thoughts. If she had asked Daniel or Teal'c, it definitely would've been too awkward. And Colonel O'Neill? No way in hell would she have even brought it up to him.

So Janet had seemed the obvious choice. The quiet voice at the back of her mind asked if maybe she was simply justifying her choices. Maybe she had wanted Janet all along, so she had created excuses to exclude every other possibility. She told the quiet voice to shut the hell up.

But it was true, wasn't it? She'd started going to Janet even on days when she didn't particularly need to. A routine mission often led to movie night and a sleepover. They never had sex, just simply laid next to each other. Sure, they'd kissed a few times. It had been a thrill, doing something so daring in the middle of the night, groping for another person and finding a kiss waiting. And that was the only reason she felt electricity when she and Janet kissed. Yep. The daring of it. The... oh, who was she kidding?

Traffic inched forward. She sweated some more. She cranked up the air-conditioner as the DJ had suggested.

She tried the radio again. Al Green's 'How Can You Mend A Broken Heart' was playing. "How do you stop the rain from falling down?" he implored. She hit scan on the radio.

"The sun's still shining in the big, blue sky, But it don't mean nothing to me, Oh, let the rain come down...."

Scan...

"The wind is gonna pick me up now, and the rain won't slack..."

Scan...

"A kiss in the rain until the sun shines through, I tried to deny it but I'm still in love with you..."

She turned off the radio again. She drove in silence until she reached her exit, pulling out of the snail-speed traffic and headed home. The entire time, a one-act play was enacted in her head. She heard the actress playing her (a woe-fully miscast American actress) saying terrible things like "I think we should stop doing this" and "it's starting to... affect me in ways it shouldn't." The audience was booing her character. Sam felt like joining in.

The actress playing Janet (a beautiful newcomer to the theater scene) hung her head, wrung her hands together, and nodded sagely because she agreed this was the Right Thing To Do.

Sam parked outside of her house feeling woefully distraught by the recap of what she'd done. What she'd said. She covered her face and leaned against the steering wheel, waiting for her breathing to get steady. Finally, she got out and went into the house, dropping her stuff on the counter and picking up the phone. She had the number dialed before she knew what she was doing. It buzzed in her ear with each ring and she stared out the window.

Why was it still sunny? The sun should be hiding behind big, thick, black clouds if it knew what was good for it. She sighed and laid her head on the counter, keeping the phone to her ear. "Please pick up," she prayed, biting her bottom lip. "Please."

"Fraiser." Soft voice. Sam melted inside. Her joints were putty.

"It's me."

"Hi, Sam."

Her heart soared and all she could think to say was, "Hi."

Silence. Not awkward, not uncomfortable... just silence. Connecting them. She glanced at the stereo, remembering all those rain songs she'd heard on the way home and spotted the new CD she'd just bought. It was a country artist that Janet simply adored and had begged Sam to listen to. She remembered the name of one track, extremely appropriate in this instance. "Janet," she said, to break the silence.

"Yeah."

"Is it raining at your house like it's raining at mine?"

A shaky sigh, and then Janet said, "Thunder, lightning, torrential downpour." Her voice sounded shaky.

"Want to come over here?"

"Is that wise?"

"It's probably the most unwise thing we could do."

"Give me a few minutes to get ready."

"Hurry," Sam said.

"Sam?"

"Janet."

"I..."

"I love you, too. I don't know when it started, I don't know why I thought it should stop, but I know it won't. And forget every stupid thing I said when this started. I'm in love with you. I don't want it to stop. Please, Janet, hurry over."

---

Janet frowned, blinking her eyes open and lifting her head a little off the pillow. She swallowed, staring at the window in confusion. Finally, she brushed the arm that crossed her chest and kissed the fingertips. "Sam," she said.

"Mm," the blonde whispered, her breath blowing against the back of Janet's neck.

"It's raining outside."

Sam opened her eyes and lifted her head, resting her chin on Janet's shoulder. They looked at each other and smiled, kissing softly before going back under the covers.

After all... what else was there to do on a rainy Saturday morning?

 

"SONGS ABOUT RAIN," by Gary Allan
Well, this town has closed down way too early,
And there's nothing to do.
So I'm driving around in circles,
And I'm thinkin' about you.
Today I heard you got a new last name.
Sure didn't know it was gonna hit me this way.
And the radio just keeps on playin all these songs about rain.

Now there's all kind of songs about babies
And love that goes right.
But for some unknown reason,
Nobody wants to play them tonight.
Hey, I hope it's sunny wherever you are,
But that's sure not the picture tonight in my car.
And it sure ain't easing my pain, all these songs like

"Rainy Night In Georgia" and "Kentucky Rain."
"Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again."
"Blue Eyes Crying...", "In The Early Morning Rain."
They go on and on, and there's no two the same.
Oh, it would be easy to blame all these songs about rain.

Well, I thought I was over you,
But I guess maybe I'm not.
'Cause when I let you go,
Looks like lonely is all that I got.
Guess I'll never know what could have been.
Sure ain't helping this mood that I'm in,
If they're gonna keep on playing these songs like:

"Rainy Night In Georgia" an' "Kentucky Rain."
"Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again."
Well, "Blue Eyes Crying...", "In The Early Morning Rain."
They go on and on, an' there's no two the same.
Oh, how I wish I could blame,
All these songs about rain.


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