Samantha Carter woke with a scream frozen in her
throat. She was panting, her eyes searching the
foreign bedroom as she attempted to force air into her
lungs. She felt as if she had been running a marathon;
her nightshirt was soaked through. She tossed the
comforter off and climbed out of bed, taking time to
notice all of the personal items lining the bedside
table. A paperback novel with a bookmark about halfway
through lay next to a lamp. A small digital clock
displayed the time as 2:22.
She ran a hand through her blonde hair - short blonde
hair, she realized, knowing that being in the Air
Force would require a close-cut - and closed her eyes.
She mentally recited her new mantra for what must have
been the millionth time in two days: 'I am Major
Samantha Carter. My wife's name is Janet Fraiser. We
have a daughter named Cassandra Fraiser. I work for
the Air Force in a highly confidential project known
as the Stargate Program.' She remembered a show from
the '80s called 'Quantum Leap' in which the main
character used time travel to become people in other
time periods as he tried to correct some wrong. She
felt like him in this instance; out of place, like she
didn't belong. She felt like an actress reciting a
script.
The dream that had forced her from sleep was still
vivid in her mind. She was in a boat in the middle of
a lake, a perfect spring day, when the bottom of the
boat began to fill with water. Frantically, she had
searched for help. One on shore, Janet stood beckoning
to the blonde. On the other, Meg Baxter waited
patiently. Sam could not decide which was truth and
had eventually went down with the boat.
The bathroom light was harsh as she hit the switch,
blinking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was
short; that was the one thing she couldn't get over.
She *never* wore it this short. Since high school,
she'd wanted long, flowing locks of blonde cascading
down her back. She pinched the bridge of her nose and
scolded herself. That hadn't been her. It hadn't been
real life. It had been a pack of lies concocted by the
alien woman on P47-861. She picked up the glass that
stood beside the sink and poured herself some water.
As she swallowed it, she kept eye contact with the
blue-eyed likeness of herself. She no longer saw a
powerful Air Force major capable of kicking Goa'uld
ass and taking names. She couldn't find a resemblence
to the strong-willed waitress who had thrown her macho
pig boss into the wall without breaking a sweat. The
blue of her eyes now only indicated sorrow. Two lives
and neither of them seemed to belong to her.
She turned off the bathroom light and stripped out of
her sweaty shirt, tossing it in the direction of the
hamper. She was halfway to the bed before she turned
and picked the shirt up off the floor; she had tossed
it in the direction of the hamper in the trailer.
Janet kept their laundry basket in the closet. Once it
was in the right place, she took an over-sized pajama
shirt and shrugged into it, buttoning only the middle
three buttons before returning to bed.
Hugging herself under the blankets, she curled into
the fetal position so that her back was to Janet. She
closed her eyes and whispered, "I am Major Samantha
Carter. My wife's name is Janet Fraiser..." She
repeated it over and over again until she finally
dozed off around 5 am.

---

Janet sprinkled the shaved ham into the frying pan,
then picked up the spatula and began to carefully fold
one end of the egg over to the other. She was wearing
a thin robe over her spaghetti-strap tank top and
boxer shorts, her hair hanging loose on her shoulders.
She had not bothered to add the blonde highlights
lately, so it was gradually becoming more of it's
natural brunette. The sound of something heavy being
dropped in the living room alerted her to the fact
that a teenager was loose in the house. She smiled and
called out, "Morning, Cassandra. Breakfast?"
The girl came in, rubbing her eyes and trying to
stifle a yawn. "Nah. I'll just grab a Pop Tart at
Melissa's."
Janet wrinkled her nose, puckering her lips. "Eww.
All right, but I want you to eat something green for
dinner."
"No prob," Cassie said, popping a leftover piece of
ham into her mouth.
The mother turned, aiming the spatula at the girl and
threatened, "And I don't count that new green ketchup
on a hamburger as nutritious. You know what I mean and
I expect you to follow your mother's wishes."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "All right. Dinner will be
broccoli, carrots and tasteless."
Janet grinned. "Now give your old mommy a hug before
you go out to waste the day with your friends."
As the girl embraced her, Janet realized that her
daughter was now taller than her. She had apparently
been growing a lot recently. 'Great,' Janet thought.
'The two women I love most in this world are both
Amazons.'
The loud blare of a car horn caused Cassie to run for
the door. She called over her shoulder, "Tell Sam I
love her! See you tonight!"
Janet waved good-bye and served the omlette onto a
plate. She added the bacon she had already made and
placed two pieces of buttered toast on the edge. She
wished she had thought to make pancakes, but it was a
little late now. She poured a glass of milk and headed
upstairs with the meal on a tray.
Sam was still fast asleep, curled in a tight ball.
Janet paused in the door, watching her wife. They
hadn't made love for a while; their last time had been
on Christmas Eve, when Sam had arrived in a
hilariously sexy Mrs. Clause outfit. Since then,
missions and the insanity of New Years' had kept them
apart. And now, Sam had been subjected to an awful
mind-invading device. She was a trooper, however, and
seemed to be suffering no ill effects from the
experience. It had been two days since the major had
awoken in the med center and all signs were pointing
to normal. Janet hoped that they would be able to
spend the entire day lounging and making love until
Cassandra came home.
The brunette placed the tray on the bedside table,
sliding aside the novel Sam had been reading. She
noticed that the blonde had changed clothes during the
night, but didn't think much of it. She gently kissed
her lover's cheek and whispered, "Time to wake up."
Sam murmured in her sleep, brushing her face with the
fingers of one hand. "Tell... tell Jonathan I'm sick,"
she muttered.
Janet smiled slightly. "Who's Jonathan?"
Sam frowned. "Who's Jonathan?" she repeated. "What do
you--" Her eyes opened and groggily locked onto Janet.
She gasped, scooting away from the woman and trying to
catch her breath. Janet stood, shocked by this
reaction. Sam's face was blanching, her eyes wide with
fright. "Who are you?! Where's Meg?" She looked around
the bedroom. "Where the hell am I?"
Janet reached for her lover's hand and tried to
soothe her. "Sam, you're home. You're safe with--"
"Get away from me!" Sam snapped, swinging at the
smaller woman. Her blow caught Janet on the cheek,
knocking the doctor aside and into the headboard. The
bed banged against the wall, seeming to rock the
entire house.
As Janet pulled herself upright, the room became
deathly silent. Sam was still perched on the far side
of the bed, but her eyes were less haunted. As they
tried to find words, Janet looked at the serving tray.
The blow had knocked her legs against the table and
spilled the milk all over the eggs and bacon. She bit
her lower lip and broke the silence. "I-I should...
go... take this downstairs."
Janet picked up the tray and headed for the door. Sam
whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. "Janet?" The
doctor paused and looked over her shoulder. "Oh,
God... oh, God, Janet!"
She shook her head, trying not to let her hurt show.
Sam scrambled off the bed, taking the tray away from
the smaller woman and replacing it on the bedside
table. "I... I'm sorry." She wrapped Janet in her arms
and whispered against her hair, "I... was just
confused."
Janet frowned, returning the hug. "Why? Sam, I
thought... I thought you had dealt with this." She
mentally kicked herself for actually believing
everything was actually all right. Sam had been
victimized by an alien device that not only created a
new world for her to live within, it also wrote an
elaborate backstory and gave her an actual life. When
she had been rescued from the machine, it would be
nearly impossible to come to terms with it.
"I thought I had, too. But... I wake up at night and
I'm so-so scared." Tears rolled down her cheeks and
she hugged Janet tighter. "It's just so hard to
believe that this is real."
"Why?" Janet whispered. "Why am I so hard to
believe?"
Sam stepped back and brushed the back of her hand
across Janet's cheek. There was a subtle red mark
where she had recently been slapped. "You're
incredible. You're beautiful, brilliant... you're one
of the best people I've ever met. And when I stop to
think that you actually love me... *me*... I-I just
can't believe it's real life."
Janet leaned forward and whispered, "Believe it."
Their lips met tenderly and Janet reached up to slide
her fingers through Sam's short hair. Sam moaned
against the doctor's lips, then cupped her face in her
hands. When they parted, Sam whispered, "I want you."
Janet grinned. "I want you, too."
Sam closed her eyes. "Pinch me... please."
The brunette lowered her head, pressing her lips to
the blonde's slender neck and gently nipped at it with
her teeth. Sam smiled and draped her arms around the
petite woman's shoulders. As Janet's teeth nibbled on
her heated flesh, the blonde whispered, "Mmm,
definitely not a dream."
Janet pulled back, taking Sam's hand and leading the
taller woman to the bed. As Sam lowered herself to the
mattress, Janet slipped out of her robe and revealed
her tank top and boxers. The blonde bit her lips and
locked eyes with Janet. "I want to make love to you,"
Janet bluntly informed her. "If you want me to stop--"
"God, no," Sam breathed. "I want you, too."
The doctor smiled and grabbed the hem of her shirt,
pulling it over her head with one deft motion. She
didn't give Sam any time to admire her nudity before
grabbing her boxers and yanking them down. She kicked
the underwear across the floor and stood before the
blonde in all her glory, smiling down at the blue-eyed
beauty. Sam licked her lips and met Janet's gaze.
"Beautiful. Gorgeous. A thousand words that fail me,"
she whispered.
Janet leaned forward and gently began undoing the
buttons of Sam's pajama top. Only three had been
fastened, so the two halves split apart easily. Janet
leaned forward and stroked the pliant flesh of Sam's
breast with her fingertips. They locked eyes and Janet
smiled as her fingers closed around a nipple. The
nubbin wasn't fully erect, so she playfully pinched
it. She smiled and said, "Still not a dream." Sam wet
her lips, obviously longing for a kiss. Janet wasn't
ready to comply just yet. She pulled the pajama top
away from Sam's bare shoulders, lowering her lips to
taste the alabaster flesh. She nibbed, suckled and
kissed her way down the blonde's right arm, then
repeated the process on the left. When she finished,
the shirt was bound around Sam's wrists and bundled in
her lap.
Eager to be nude before this beauty, Sam pulled her
hands free and tossed the shirt aside. Janet rested
her hands on Sam's thighs, tickling the warm flesh as
she lowered her head to Sam's breast, eagerly tasting
each of the erect nipples. The blonde moaned low in
her throat, her hands cupping the back of Janet's head
and playing with her hair.
Frustration began to set in as Janet moved from one
breast to the other. Sam felt the electricity from the
doctor's lips and tongue, but longed for it to be put
to better use elsewhere. She pulled Janet's head away
and raised her leg, draping it over Janet's shoulder
and pressing down. Janet was forced to lower her head
until she was between the blonde's legs, staring at
the trimmed pubic hairs before her. She wet her own
lips and then looked up at Sam. "Am I to take this as
a subtle hint?"
"You prefer blunt?" Sam gasped. "I can be blunt."
Janet grinned as Sam bent down and pressed her lips
against the brunette's ear. Janet listened, slightly
distracted by the tongue that occasionally flittered
across her lobe as Sam whispered dirty and suggestive
nothings in her ear. When the blonde sat up again,
both women were flushed from both passion and
embarrassment. Janet chuckled. "You kiss my lips with
that mouth?"
Sam placed one finger on Janet's lower lip. "Kiss
*my* lips with *that* mouth."
Janet laughed and settled herself on the floor,
tenderly kissing the warm flesh of Sam's thigh. "Your
wish," she said, turning and kissing the other thigh,
"is my command, dear one."
Sam was almost mad with lust as her lover finally
lowered her head and gently parted Sam's labia with
her tongue. The blonde gasped, running her fingers
through Janet's hair. The doctor's tongue continued
it's forward journey, slowly exploring the depths of
Sam's sex.
As the brunette gently thumbed the erect nub of her
clitoris, Sam closed her eyes and forced her mind to
wander. Janet continued her ministrations, unaware of
her lover's experiment. Sam kept her hand firmly on
Janet's head, holding her lover in place as she
pictured the lake from her dream. She was sitting in
the boat, facing the shoreline with Meg Baxter
standing on it. The alien extended a hand, beckoning
Sam to her side. Sam turned to see what Janet was
doing... only to find that the brunette was in the
boat with her. The petite woman was wrapped in a
shawl, looking over the side of the boat and smiling
at her reflection. When she looked up, Sam burst into
tears. She was where she belonged.
She opened her eyes and forced the dream state to be
shattered. Her stomach was quaking with her
approaching orgasm. "J... Janet. I'm close," she
gasped.
To her shock, Janet pulled back and wiped her chin.
"W-What are you doing?!" Sam asked.
Janet just winked and leaned forward, suckling Sam's
neck. Sam rolled her head to one side, offering the
other woman more room to play. She wasn't about to
turn down one of Janet's hickeys, but it was doing
nothing to help her finish. "Janet?" she asked.
"Are you still close?"
"No," Sam said, tears in her eyes.
"Good," Janet grinned, kissing her way down Sam's
flushed body. When she found herself between the lithe
legs once more, she continued her oral exercises. She
ran her tongue up one puffy lip first, pausing to
savor the taste before stroking down the other side.
Once she had encircled Sam's sex, she moved up and
wrapped her lips lovingly around her partner's aroused
labia. She heard the sharp intake of breath from above
and smiled, applying suction to the flesh she had
caught. Gently, she probed with her index finger at
the entrance to Sam's wet center, working the tip into
the blonde and feeling the muscles contract around it.
She pulled back slightly, then attacked the nub with a
renewed enthusiasm. She attacked it like a starving
woman, hungry for the last morsel of food for miles.
The mattress shook as Sam collapsed, falling backwards
and grabbing at the sheets.
The invading finger was now buried up to one knuckle
and Janet felt the pinch of Sam's contracting muscles.
She uncurled her middle finger and began to work it in
as well. She could hear sharp, quick breaths as Sam
tried to get air into her lungs. The muscles were
contracting faster and faster... and Janet pulled
back.
Sam cried out, then whimpered, "Why?"
Janet kissed her lover's flat stomach. "I want it to
be... explosive."
Sam whimpered, but offered no further protest. Janet,
to reward her lover for understanding, slipped her
hand up and offered her two moist fingers to the
blonde. Sam eagerly tasted her own juices, lapping at
it hungrily. She licked her lips, letting the juices
savor on her tongue before she swallowed. "Ooh,
Janet," she sighed. "Soon, please..."
"Yes, my love." They kissed softly. Janet parted her
lips and fondled her lover's searching tongue as she
returned her dainty fingers to the fluffy patch of
hair between the major's legs. Sam raised one leg,
propping her foot on the mattress to subtly indicate
that she was ready. Janet reluctantly abandoned Sam's
tongue and moved to the heaving mounds of her breasts.
She rolled her tongue across the erect flesh, pausing
to suckle the nipple and wet the small bumps that
filled the pink expanse of her aureole. She repeated
the process with the other breast, pressing her
fingertips against the wet slit that longed for
attention. Sam was whimpering quietly, her head
thrashing on the mattress. Her blonde hair was matted
to her forehead by sweat, giving her a heavenly sheen
as she begged for climax.
Janet paused, nestling her head in the valley between
Sam's breasts and kissing the salty skin before she
brushed downward with the tip of her tongue. Sam's
chants were becoming louder and it became evident that
it was simply a repeated, "Janet, Janet, Janet,
Janet." The brunette smiled, dipping her tongue into
Sam's navel in a caricature of what Sam was begging
for lower. Finally, she returned to her lover's sodden
core.
To the blonde's absolute delight, she lowered her
head and inserted her tongue between two puffed lips.
Sam cried out, clutching the blankets and arching her
back. Janet moved one hand, slipping it across the
perineum and then back up to caress the lowest part of
Sam's slit. Sam cried out as she felt the probing
finger join her lover's expert tongue. Janet worked
her finger into Sam's dripping hole, gently teasing
the blonde as she coordinated the thrust of her
fingers and tongue. Sam groaned, "Jan...
Jaaaaannneettt... Oh, Janet."
The doctor looked up, peering past the blonde's
breasts and locked eyes as Sam looked down. They both
began to pant as Sam's orgasm was finally allowed to
commence. Janet fought the urge to close her eyes,
looking deep into Sam's soulful blue irises as her
mouth was filled with succulent juices of the blonde's
soul. She swallowed, pausing to withdraw her fingers
and paint them across Sam's stomach. She felt the
wonderfully sticky fluid seeping from the corners of
her mouth and flowing over her chin and down her
throat. She was being drowned in the lovely blonde's
juices and she couldn't get enough. Sam groaned, her
hips humping against her lover's face as she came down
off her orgasm, finally allowing herself to collapse
against the mattress.
Janet pulled herself away from her lover's center,
lowering her head to the quaking field of Sam's
stomach and licking away the juice she had rubbed
there earlier. Sam groaned, "Ooh, not yet, baby."
Janet laughed and cradled her head against the
blonde's breasts. "Any doubt that this is real life?"
"Not one," Sam said, without hesitation. "You're the
love of my life... and my dreams. I can't imagine
existing without you."
"So are you happy?" There was a heavy pause. Janet
raised her head and frowned. "Sam? Are... Are you
unhappy?"
Sam bit her lip, closing her eyes. "No. I love you
and... and I need you desperately in my life." She
tightened her hold on the brunette, as if to punctuate
her statement. "But... there's something I didn't tell
you about my experience in the virtual world." Janet
remained quiet, resting her cheek on the warm flesh of
Sam's chest. "Pangrema - the alien woman - said that I
was obsessed with my work. That... that I was
chemically unable to put love before profession.
That's why she programmed me to get fired. That's why
she gave me such a horrible job. She wanted my
complete and undivided attention... and she knew I
wouldn't be able to do that if I was employed."
"Sam, I--"
The blonde touched her fingers to the brunette's
lips. "Let... let me finish. I love you with all of my
heart. I've never felt this way about... about anyone
or anything in my entire life. And I'm still censored
by the fact that loving you may cause me to lose my
job. No more." She shook her head. "I'm going to go
out of my way to show you how I feel and consequences
be damned. I'll kiss you in the elevator, I'll have
flowers delivered to your office with my name on them,
I'll kiss you good-bye before every mission no matter
where we are... I will prove that you and Cassandra
are the most important elements in my life... because
without you, I'm nothing."
Janet's face was streaked with tears and she raised
her head, tenderly kissing the blonde and savoring the
taste of her tongue. Sam moaned into her lover's
mouth, ready for another round of lovemaking. Janet
raised her head and whispered, "Thank you, Sam. I
am... I am touched beyond words. I love you with all
of my heart and would be lost without you. But... you
don't have to do this. Don't throw away your rank and
mission just to prove it. I know you love me. I know
I'll never lose you." She grinned. "I'm more secure
than some alien chicky you ran into on another world."
She kissed Sam's lips, then said, "Now... how about
you show me some of that love you were talking about."
Sam rolled over, pinning Janet to the mattress. "As
you wish." She straddled the brunette's hips, blazing
a trail down her torso with her lips and tongue. She
painted a trail over the hills of Janet's bountiful
breasts, rolling her tongue over the tanned mounds and
pausing the fully explore the eraser-like nipples.
Janet lay still, watching her lover work as a warm
feeling began to grow in her stomach. It wasn't the
same feeling as her orgasm; it was a bit too early for
that. It was something she had thought she felt a long
time ago... something that had turned out to be a
mistake. Adoration. She absolutely, positively adored
the woman who was settling between her legs. Janet
accommodated her soulmate by spreading her legs and
planting her feet firmly on the mattress.
Sam raised her head, eyeing the folds of Janet's pink
core before lowering herself and feasting on the warm,
smooth flesh. Janet rested her head on the mattress,
letting her eyelids close as she felt Sam massage her
lovingly. "You're mine," she whispered. "And I'm
yours."
Sam placed her lips on the brunette's slit and spoke,
the vibrations making Janet gasp. "I love you with all
of my heart and soul." Her tongue fluttered over the
folds, slowly entering. Janet, already aroused by her
game with Sam, was pushed over the edge by the words
and filled Sam's mouth with luscious juices.

---

"I could kiss you in the rain forever, turn all of
your pain to pleasure
Fill up all your days with sunlight, make the passion
last every night
Give you my ev'ry possession, make you my only
obsession
Climb up to the sky and pull down all the stars
above...
But I-I-I... could never love you enough..."
Sam and Janet lay side by side in their bed, safely
tucked under the covers as they listened to the local
country station. It was almost six, which meant they
had precious few moments before Cassandra came home
and they had to get dressed. Janet rested her head on
Sam's breast and whispered, "We've wasted all day in
bed."
"No," Sam corrected. "Any day with you is time well
spent." She kissed the top of her lover's head, then
reached to the nightstand and turned off the radio.
"Hey," Janet protested. "I like that song."
"Shh," Sam whispered. "Listen... silence."
The house was absolutely still; the absence of a
teenager allowing them this moment of peace. Janet
took a deep breath and cuddled against the blonde's
side. "Do we really have to leave?"
"Yes," she lamented. "But we can always come back."
Janet smiled and kissed Sam's lips. They could both
still taste traces of their multiple orgasms in the
other's mouth, pausing the enjoy the flavor before
they pulled back. Sam chastely kissed Janet's forehead
and said, "I'll always love you, Janet."
The doctor returned the favor, pressing her lips to
Sam's bare shoulder. "And I you, Samantha."
They remained in each other's arms for a long time...
enjoying the silence until they were forced to face
the real world.