Perspective
By: siggy
Rating: All ages
Category: I have no idea
Spoilers: Teeny one for 'Urgo'
Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is being made
Written for Gateship's Wednesday Shorts 'Urgo' Challenge


Since joining the SGC, Janet Fraiser had been introduced to situations 
and phenomena, that, had she been a Doctor in a 'normal' hospital, she 
might otherwise, have missed out on. There had been some truly 
terrifying moments that had stretched her medical skills to the limit 
and sometimes beyond. She would never admit to anybody how often 
she actually winged it. That was certainly the case when she spent a 
few days with SG-1 trying to make conversation with a figment of 
their imaginations. Oh okay he was an electronically induced image 
produce in their brains, but for all intents and purposes it was like 
being four years old and talking to an imaginary friend. In a flash of 
almost horror, she truly understood how bizarre her life had become. 

A week later after everything had calmed down and SG-1 were once 
again considered to be of sound mind, well at least as sound as they 
were going to get, Janet sat on her sofa with her feet tucked under her 
and a large glass of Merlot in her hands.

"Does it ever get too much Sam?" she said, her finger gently circling 
the rim of her glass, making it hum. "I mean, when does it just get too 
weird, too far from normal to handle?" She looked across at her 
companion who was sipping her wine as she relaxed with her stocking 
feet on the coffee table.

"I don't know, I guess it's all a matter of perspective, when the 
unusual and the downright whacko are a regular part of your day, then 
that just becomes normal for you. Sure, I could have done without 
some of the weird stuff, but most of it is just…well, wonderful."

Janet smiled, "Yeah, I guess some of it is pretty wonderful, I 
sometimes wish I knew what was coming around the corner though, 
don't you?"   

"I've always liked surprises." Sam grinned that grin of hers that Janet 
always thought made her look a little wild, as though she was on the 
high seas, dagger between her teeth and a Jolly Roger flying on the 
mast over her head.   

"Hmmm, well, I like surprises too, just not the sort that can bring a 
rather abrupt end to your day. There're rather too many of those flying 
about." Janet took a long drink of her wine and reached over to the 
bottle to top up her glass.

"Jan, you're not thinking of transferring are you?"

Janet looked up to see a worried frown on Sam's face. "No, God, no, 
Sam, I wouldn't leave the SGC, it's like a second home, and Cassie 
would miss you guys so much. It's just that, well, sometimes I'd just 
like things to be a little more predictable, you know? A normal life, 
not constantly wondering if I'll be able to deal with whatever you guys 
bring through the gate, worrying whether I'll screw up and miss 
something that kills half the planet." She rubbed her temple 
distractedly, feeling suddenly tired.

"Me and the guys are going out tomorrow, Teal'c has expressed an 
interest in Karaoke night at O'Malley's. Why don't you come too? 
Okay I know it's not exactly 'normal' going to see a friendly alien 
with a sentient parasite in his gut singing 'My Way' but it's pretty 
close as far as SG-1 is concerned."  

Janet thought for a moment, and then she smiled. " I'd like that. It 
sounds pretty unmissable."

"You bet, wait until you hear Daniel's version of 'Disco Inferno'"

"No?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well, that I've got to see," Janet laughed and suddenly she didn't feel 
so tired.
 


     


  

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