The Scenes We Don't See , vol I (SG-1, gen, vignette)

[applecameron]

Sam Carter lay sleeping, body thrown back over the arm of the ratty sofa in her lab, mouth open. Her pose looked relentlessly uncomfortable, yet her breathing was deep and steady. One of her boots was half-on, half-off, the other flopped on its side near her chair.

Janet Fraiser was curled up, face cradled on the back of her hand, in a half-sitting position on the floor, leaning into the cushions next to Sam's hip. Her black pumps were lined up neatly by the wastebasket.

Sleeping beauty, times two.

Jack had two mugs. Creamer and sugar - the real thing, not that sweetener crap - bulged his breast pocket.

He set one mug down at his feet and waved the other one at Janet's nose.

"Save the world, yet?" He said, softly.

One brown eye cracked open and Janet looked at the mug waiting for her. Sam was starting to twitch as the aura of caffeine percolated her way.

Fraiser took the mug, wrapping both hands around it and venturing a sip.

Then she handed it back to Jack and let him lever her up onto her feet.

She took the mug again. "Almost", came her answer. Softly, giving Sam a few more precious seconds of shut-eye. "Almost."

She reached for the sugar.

Comments

[kendiefox.livejournal.com]

I lurk at sg1_beyond_otp, and followed you here after your post. This is absolutely beautiful. I just had to tell you that I loved it.

[applecameron.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you! It was just one of those little moments...