Title: Here Comes The Rain Again 1: Is It Raining At Your House?
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.
Song: "Is It Raining At Your House?" by Brad Paisley
Summary: A storm is settled over Colorado Springs, but it's only affecting two people.
When was the last time she'd been warm? With Sam.
When was the last time it had been sunny, when was the last time the rain had stopped? With Sam.
She closed her eyes and told herself not to cry. Clean break. For the best. They both knew it was for the best, they both knew they couldn't go on in secrecy. The hardest part was the fact that they'd broken up because they were getting too serious. Sam had said that it was dangerous to feel too strongly at the beginning, so this shouldn't have been a surprise. Just companionship, a little bit of mutual handholding, a warm body to sleep next to after a rough mission. It was never supposed to be love. That was never part of the equation.
The phone rang and she stared at the receiver, willing it to be silent. After a dozen rings, she gathered the comforter around herself and moved to the phone, lifting it off the receiver. The CallerID window was a soft green, the lime-colored numbers revealing "CARTER, SAMANTHA." Janet bit her bottom lip and hovered one trembling finger over the Talk button. Finally, she pressed it and brought the phone to her ear.
"Fraiser," she said softly.
"It's me."
Janet's eyes closed and she knew that hearing Sam's voice was a mistake. A vital, horrible, unforgivable mistake. "Hi, Sam," she said, her voice cracking.
"Hi."
Janet lowered herself to the couch, covering her eyes with her hand. Neither of them said anything for a long time. The buzz of the phone connected them to each other. Sam finally cleared her throat and said, "Janet."
"Yeah."
Another pause. "Is it raining at your house like it's raining at mine?"
Janet knew the line was from a song. She also knew that the sun was shining brightly outside; the high for the day was 85. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. "Thunder, lightning, torrential downpour."
"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."
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Janet stepped out of the house, dressed to the nines. She squinted up at the sun and smiled. The rain clouds had moved on after all.
"IS IT RAINING AT YOUR HOUSE," Brad Paisley
Is it raining at your house
Like it's raining at mine
Do you miss me
Like I miss you
Is it cloudy all the time
Do you tremble
When the phone rings
And you think I'm on the line?
Is it raining at your house
Like it's raining at mine
Does it thunder and lightning
Even when the sun shines
Is it raining at your house
Like it's raining at mine
Is it raining at your place
Just like it is over here
If it is
Then sweetheart
Like me, I know you're scared
I just called you
To console you
Like any old friend would do
Is it raining at your house
And by the way, I still love you.
Does it thunder and lightning
Even when the sun shines
Is it raining at your house
Like it's raining at mine
Is it raining at your house
Like it's raining at mine