Title: Saturday

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Pairing: Sam/Janet

Category: Romance

Rating: G

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.

Spoilers: Mention of "Hathor," "Tin Man," "Entity," "In The Line of Duty"... general knowledge of the show is good, but that's true ALWAYS, right ;-D

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

Summary: Saturdays for Sam and Janet.

Samantha Carter soared the stars for a living. She'd traveled farther than most people on Earth dreamed was possible. She had killed her share of aliens. She'd been taken over by more than one alien entity, and had been tortured repeatedly by aliens. She'd saved the world. She had saved other worlds. She could, any day of the week, step through a vertical puddle of shimmering light onto a landscape that had gone untouched by humanity for thousands of years... and that would be considered a slow day.

By comparison, Janet Fraiser's life was downright dull. All she did was patch the burns made by alien lasers and cure diseases that no doctor on the planet had ever encountered before. One of her regular patients rarely needed her help because he had a symbiote in an abdominal pouch that provided him with an uncannily powerful immune system. She had treated clones, dissected robots that were so close to humanity that even they had thought they were flesh and blood. When things had gotten really exciting, she had taken up arms against a mind-altering alien sex-goddess.

But on Saturday, both women became mothers. They became gardeners. Lemonade-makers. The most covert mission Sam undertook involved getting one more cookie out of the Cookie Bear before lunch. The most complex surgery Janet was faced with was removing a splinter from their daughter's index finger.

Janet didn't wear her crisp, to-the-letter Air Force uniform. She wore a loose yellow cotton dress that stopped high enough on her thigh to show that, yes, she did have legs and yes, as a matter of fact, they were tan. High heels made way for open-toed sandals and bobby pins were all but banned. Sam didn't wear BDUs or fatigues, choosing instead to don faded jeans that may or may not be ripped and a blouse that was buttoned just enough for decency. Her feet were likely bare.

The most ground-breaking discovery was that Janet still fit snugly against Sam's left side, granting the taller woman draped one arm over Janet's shoulder and rested it on her chest. Neither woman had a problem with this arrangement.

The most pressing issue involved when to give up on the sunset and adjourn to the indoors.

The coming week would still come; there was nothing they could do about that. Truth be told, they both loved their work too much to want to stop the week from arriving. They would don their uncomfortable clothes, they would pretend to be Just Friends who enjoyed each other's company, not Life Partners who feared the thought of life apart.

Weeks would come and go, their extraordinary lives would continue.

But Saturday was blissfully boring. And it was all theirs.