#jxnetfraiser

“So don’t think that I’m pushing you away when you’re the one that I’ve kept closest.”

       ❝ nothing. just needed to see your shining face. sam’s away on a mission and if i have to sit through ONE MORE meeting with a stuck up bureaucrat, i’m going to SHOOT something...or someone. ❞

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@jxnetfraiser

 There are those who seem to believe that his work with SG-1 is somehow more DIFFICULT than Fraiser’s. It’s easy to get caught up in reports of battles with the Goa’uld-- of daring escapes from hordes of Jaffa, of constant brushes with death tied up with a happy ending.

They’re the ones that are heaped with praise and honors. They’ve been given banquets and ceremonies-- they’ve even been officially recognized by the President of the United States.

But what about Janet?

There’s a small collection of SGC personnel with a bad habit of burning the candle at both ends. WORKAHOLICS, one might say. Daniel’s most certainly one of them, and he takes notice of the others, too. He wanders the halls of the base, sometimes with a stale cup of coffee, nodding tired greetings to night guards and custodians. And almost every time he’s there late, he passes by the infirmary and spots the familiar white lab coat of an old friend, hard at work to take care of the Stargate Program’s most valuable personnel.

She’s had an especially long day today. A Jaffa ambush caught three SG teams by surprise. The results were grisly, and Fraiser and her small team was woefully unequipped to handle the tide of wounded. It’s EASY on the front lines-- you either die or you don’t, and if you get hurt, you can always count on Fraiser to patch you up on the other side. 

Janet’s life has no such certainties. Every morning when she wakes up she’s faced with the possibility of catastrophe-- she holds hundreds of lives in her hands-- but never once does she falter. She sends off her friends through the Stargate, never knowing what dangers might befall them-- only that she’ll be here to take care of them when they get back.

No, his job is a BREEZE compared to hers.

She’s tireless in the heat of battle, but the exhaustion is beginning to show as she shuffles into the empty corridor. She doesn’t say a word as she leans against him-- and she doesn’t need to. He comprehends her meaning and lends her his strength, holding her in a close embrace.

       ❝ JANET ? everything okay ? ❞