FANDOM & PAIRING:SG1, Sam/Janet
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine, no money, just some fluffy fun.....
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Umm...this is more bittersweet and sappy rather than funny....
"9 out of 10..." murmured Sam quietly, looking over Janet's shoulder into the crowd. The high score surprised Janet enough to turn to look back over her shoulder with what could only be described as a disdaneful expression.
"Jolinar give you some secrets that I don't know about?" she asked sarcastically, wondering if there was something Sam was seeing that she wasn't.
"No..." Sam wasn't following, but didn't tear her gaze away from the object of her scrutiny.
"So what am I missing? He's hardly 9 out of 10...." suddenly Janet paused as she considered an alternative, "...You've not suddenly developed a thing for men in uniform have you?" she asked, turning back to reconsider the ceremonial guardsman in a new light.
"Look over his shoulder..." muttered Sam quietly, finally feeling now, at this hollow celebration, thrown in their honour, that she could be totally honest with her best friend. Obediently, Janet looked, not seeing what had caught Sam's normally low scoring attention.
"I don't see..." began Janet, only to stop when the crowds shifted slightly.
"Oh my..." sighed Janet, drinking in the fine bone structure and elegant body.
"9 out of 10?" asked Sam, amused but also relieved at her friend's reaction.
"Easily....but not quite 10..." breathed Janet, suddenly feeling bold.
"Oh?" Sam was curious.
"Yeah..." Draining the remainder of her champagne, Janet turned back to look properly at Sam, feeling some semblance of privacy now she had her back to the ebbs and flows of the crowd.
"What would make her a 10?" asked Sam, suddenly feeling like all the oxygen had been removed from her airspace.
"Your smile..." whispered Janet, amazed that she was finally admitting her biggest secret.
"You never said..." whispered Sam, fighting the urge to cup Janet's cheek.
"You never told..." whispered Janet, fighting a similar urge.
"Ah..." Suddenly, Sam was lost for words. Uncertain quite how to proceed, she decided that maybe getting out of the Stargate terminal was maybe a good plan. Easing Janet's champagne glass from her fingers, Sam carefully placed them on the floor, tidily out of the way, before silently suggesting that maybe they should take a walk outside, somewhere more private.
Agreeing, Janet set off, falling in step with Sam's gentle pace, happy to follow, neither of them trying to think too much but just concentrate on instinct and feeling. Just as the silence between them was about to stretch into potential awkwardness, Sam murmured
"Huh?" Janet was confused.
"Out of 10, you're 11..."