Price of Appreciation
Part 2

There was no doubt about it: Janet Fraiser was in a wonderful mood, despite the backlog of paperwork on her desk. Having gotten Sam earlier that morning made her day. Her nurses all commented on how much happier she was, all of them ribbing her, asking her if she had a date. Janet shook her head, wishing she had a date, but could happily live without one for the moment.

It was now late afternoon. The rest of the day had gone smoothly. No unexpected returns, no injured SG teams, and Janet finally had the chance to catch up on all her paperwork. Now she was sitting in the commissary, nursing a diet coke while she went through the last file in her stack of things to be finished that day.

A quick glance at the clock on the wall told her it was nearly 6:00 and, as her eyes flew back to her paper, she caught sight of Daniel watching her from across the room.

`And here comes victim number two,' Janet thought, knowing she probably wouldn't see Jack at all that day with his tendency to stay out of her way when he knew he had pissed her off. But, Janet decided she would just be happy with Daniel and Sam and sat in her seat, waiting for Daniel to approach her.


Daniel stood in the entrance to the commissary, unsure of what to do now. He had gone to the infirmary seeking out Janet so he could talk to her and figure out what he had done to make her so mad. Only, when he got there, she was nowhere to be found. One of the nurses had been quick to inform him that Janet needed a change of scenery and had gone up to the commissary while she finished up her work. Daniel had thanked her and went on his way.

When he got up to the commissary, he immediately spotted her...and immediately froze.

`God, she's beautiful,' Daniel had thought the second he spotted her. He would even go so far to say she was incredibly sexy that day.

Her hair unusually unbound, there was a slight tousle to it that Daniel could imagine would have been produced by someone running his fingers through it as he kissed her senseless. The little scenario Daniel had drawn up in his mind had quickly replaced the unknown figure with him instead and he couldn't get the image of him kissing her, his fingers entangling in her hair, out of his head.

He watched as she took a quick glance up at the clock and, as her eyes returned to her paper, he hoped she would notice him. But, to his disappointment, she didn't, her eyes going right back to the file in front of her as she lifted her glass to take a sip of whatever she was drinking.

Closing his eyes, Daniel took a moment to draw up the courage to speak to her. He had briefly spoken to Sam, who told him there was something up with Janet, but she didn't know what. He hadn't had more of an opportunity to speak with Sam about it, but he hoped he could draw out the information he wanted from the woman in front of him.

A few moments later, Daniel was ready and he opened his eyes as he moved forward, approaching the table she sat at.

"Hey," Daniel said softly, altering Janet to his presence. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile that caused his heart to skip a beat in his chest.

"Hey," she said.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, indicating the empty seat in front of him.

"No, go ahead," she said calmly. Daniel sighed in relief at her acquiescence and took the seat across from her.

"I need to talk to you about something," Daniel said. Janet cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"What about?" Janet asked, looking him right in the eye.

"Well, you see," Daniel said, looking down at his clasped hands resting on the table, too nervous to keep looking her in the eye, "I realize that I, and Sam and Jack as well, may have done something wrong. In fact, I know I've done something wrong. I just don't know what it is. I haven't figured it out yet, but I was hoping maybe you could tell me what it was. I feel horrible, knowing I've hurt your feelings somehow.

"I've never wanted to hurt your feelings and I want to make it up to you, starting by giving you an apology. But I don't know what to apologize for. I know it's really ignorant of me to not know what it is I've done. I consider myself your friend; I should know how I've upset you. But, I just-" Daniel looked up, realizing he had been rambling, to find Janet thoroughly engrossed in the file in front of her.

Indignation swelled up inside of him as he realized Janet hadn't even been listening to him.

"Janet, have you heard a word I've said? Are you even listening to me?" he asked, anger infecting his tone as she stood up from her seat. She leaned over the table, unable to keep the heat out of her gaze, and stopped an inch from his face. Daniel sat, transfixed, as Janet stared at up, unable to think as the scent of her perfume engulfed him in a sensuality so strong, he felt all of his blood beginning to move south.

Suddenly, she was moving towards him and, for a moment, he thought she was going to kiss him. But, instead, she moved straight past his lips, stopping right next to his ear, her lips so close he could feel them barely brushing against his earlobe.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it, Doctor Jackson?" she whispered heatedly, her lips moving against his ear, causing shivers to run down his spine. Before he could react, she had pulled away and was now walking away, her hips swaying sensually, drawing every other male gaze in the room to her behind.

Daniel stared, in a trance, as he watched her walk away, not knowing what had just happened.

Meanwhile, the size of Janet's smile had grown as she walked out of the commissary. She knew she was evil, but she had thoroughly enjoyed the little act she had put on. Though, she hadn't planned to lean in quite so close, certainly not so close that her lips touched his ear, but that was what happened.

She saw the look on his face when she leaned forward, knowing he could clearly read the heat in her eyes. She hadn't been able to keep it out, her attraction for the man too great. Though he thought she hadn't been, Janet had heard every word Daniel had said, her heart touched by what he said.

She didn't know if he had gotten her message, but she hoped, with the help of Sam, he would be able to figure it out. She was tired of being mad at them.


"I just don't know what to do!" Sam exclaimed as she, Daniel, and Jack sat in Daniel's office, her and Jack on the couch while Daniel sat in his desk chair.

"Yeah, well join the club," Jack said, "I tried talking to Teal'c, but wrestling words out of him when he doesn't want to talk is impossible."

"Yeah, well Janet didn't seem too responsive when I spoke to her earlier today," Sam said, "Every time I opened my mouth, she cut me off. Then she left before I could even say anything. It was like I wasn't even there!" Daniel sighed.

"I know what you mean," he said, "I saw her only an hour ago in the commissary and I tried apologizing to her, but when I looked up to see if she was listening, she was reading one of her files. And, when I asked her about it, all she was that payback's a bitch before walking away. I mean, I don't know what not listening has to do with payback, but-"

That was when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He groaned as he removed his glasses and buried his face in his hands.

"Oh god," he murmured, suddenly feeling like pond scum. Sam and Jack looked at each other with quizzical gazes before looking back at Daniel.

"Uh, care to share with the rest of the class, Danny boy?" Jack asked, hoping his friend would speak up.

"Guys, we've been such jerks," Daniel said. Sam was still confused.

"What did we do?" she asked. Daniel looked at her squarely.

"Exactly what Janet did to us today: not listen." Realization started to dawn on Sam before she, too, sunk her head into her hands in regret, suddenly knowing exactly what it was they did and unable to believe she hadn't realized it earlier.

"Um, still clueless here," Jack said, waiting for someone to explain it to him. Daniel quickly explained it to him and, when he had finished explaining about Janet's ignored concern over the effects the armbands had on them, even Jack felt like a total jerk.

"And we did the same to Teal'c," Daniel said, realizing it, "He expressed his concern for us, only to have it ignored as well, and had to come and save our butts when the antibodies kicked on." Sam shivered as she thought about the antibodies.

"Did Janet tell you what would have happened if the antibodies hadn't worked?" she asked. Both Daniel and Jack briefly recalled something about that, but couldn't remember exactly what it was.

"She told me if the antibodies hadn't worked when they did, we would have died from organ failure," Sam said, her tone sober. Daniel sighed.

"No wonder she was so worried about us yesterday and so mad at us for not listening to her," he said softly.

"That's a lot to take in," Jack said, just as quietly. The three sat in silence for a few moments.

"Well, what now?" Daniel asked.

"We should start by apologizing to Teal'c," Sam said, "I don't know if Janet is still here for the day, but we know Teal'c is here. After that, I'll leave and go to Janet's. I owe her a bigger apology than you two do, unless she came and personally talked to you about the armbands. If I talk to her alone, that may calm her down enough so you two can apologize." Daniel and Jack nodded at Sam's strategy and, together, rose from their seats to go at least make amends with Teal'c.


Janet sighed as she fingered her temples the next day as she sat in her office, taking a much needed break. One of the SG teams had come back with most of its members injured and Janet and the rest of the medical team had worked fast to help them. Add that to the fact that she was still emotionally exhausted from the armband incident (as she had taken to calling it), at it made for a fairly strong headache.

Janet remembered with a small smile back to the night before. Sam had come over, finally realizing what it was she had done and apologized profusely about the whole thing. They talked about it for a while, Sam telling her that, with the armband on, she hadn't even realized what she had done, and Janet telling her that it hurt having her medical and personal concern thrown aside like it had been.

There had been a few tears along the way, but after a couple hours of talking, the two best friends had patched things up and were talking again.

To add to the list of people who had told her they were sorry, Jack had come in that morning right after she had arrived at work. His apology had been short, but she knew he meant every word of it, also knowing that Jack wasn't a man of many words when it came to things like that.

Now, all she was waiting for was for Daniel to apologize and, for some reason, his was the apology that mattered most to her.

`Probably because I have strong feelings for him that are not of a professional and friendly nature,' Janet thought as she took a sip of water from the plastic bottle sitting on her desk. Part of her hoped that Daniel wouldn't come by that day to offer his apologies as well since her emotions had been rehashed over the course of the last 18 hours and she didn't know how well she could handle his apology as well, but she knew her luck wasn't that good.

A few moments later, she heard a knock and her previous thought was proven correct as one Doctor Daniel Jackson stood in her doorway, a contrite look on his face that she found absolutely endearing.

"Hey, Daniel," she said warmly, beckoning him in. He did so, closing the door behind him, and glanced uncertainly down at the chair in front of her desk.

"May I sit down?" he asked, a nervous pull to his voice.

"Of course," she said, "You know you're welcome to any time you wish." Daniel laughed weakly.

"Yeah, I know," he said quietly. They just sat there for a few moments in silence, Janet staring at him, waiting for him to say something and Daniel staring down at his lap, unsure of what to say.

"Did you need something, Daniel?" Janet asked gently, watching as he jumped in his seat. Daniel still didn't say anything for a few moments. Then, he looked up and, when he caught Janet's eye, the dam just burst.

"I'm so sorry," he said, a catch in his voice as he spoke the words. Janet smiled and stood up from her seat to move in front of her desk, standing only inches away from him as she leaned against the piece of furniture.

"I know," she said. His gaze locked with hers, his eye wild with an emotion Janet couldn't quiet identify.

"No, you don't know," Daniel said with more volume, his hand sweeping out away from his body as if to prove his point. Janet caught the hand and held it tight with her own. The physical contact caused Daniel to freeze, unable to tear his gaze away from the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Yes, I do know," Janet said, "I can tell from your body language and tone of voice."

"I want to make it up to you," Daniel said, "Though I don't know what to do." Janet smiled and began stroking his hand with her thumb as she held it in her own.

"I know," she said, "You know, you hurt me a lot, Daniel." Daniel dropped his gaze for a moment in shame.

"I know," he whispered.

"I didn't like having my medical and personal concern tossed aside like rubbish. I work very hard for all of you and I didn't appreciate being repaid with disregard," Janet said, amazingly enough, finding herself staying calm.

"I know," he repeated, but didn't stop talking this time, "I've never wanted to disregard you, Janet. I'm always amazed at how you work miracles down here, day after day. I know we don't thank you enough, but don't think we don't appreciate it, because we do...I do, every day. I know now that the person brought out of me by the armband dwells somewhere inside of me. I wish to all that is holy that I knew how to get rid of him, but I don't. And I-"

Janet noticed he was starting to ramble and, her own emotions soaring from the words Daniel was speaking to her, did the first thing that popped into her mind to quiet him: she grabbed his chin with her hand and kissed him.

Daniel suddenly didn't know if he could think anymore. The feel of her soft lips on his was nearly his undoing and, before he could properly enjoy the sensation, she pulled away, a repentant look on her face.

"Oh, god," she whispered, "Daniel, I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

Daniel didn't want her to apologize, he realized, as an overwhelming desire to kiss her again took over his body. He stood up and, taking her face into his hands, kissed her with a passion fueled by every emotion coursing through his body at the moment.

Janet froze for just a second as she registered the feel of him engulfing her, his lips on hers as his arms encircled her body and pulled her close, her neck straining to meet his kiss. Her shock faded quickly and she found herself standing on her toes so she could kiss him easier, kissing him back with all she could muster. Her hands snaked behind his neck, holding him close, hoping he wouldn't disappear, that this wasn't a dream.

Daniel's own hands came up and deftly pulled out the bobby pins that held her hair in place. Soon enough, her hair spilled down her shoulders into Daniel's waiting hands, allowing him to weave his fingers through her hair as he continued to kiss her and she moaned at the sensation. Without breaking contact with her lips, he pushed her back just slightly until she hit the desk, forcing her to brace herself against it as he mercilessly attacked her with kisses.

Daniel couldn't believe the passion Janet awoke in him. He had never wanted a woman so badly in his life and all she had done was kiss him. But the feel of her hair, her skin, her was all so real, so exhilarating that Daniel nearly forgot how to breath.

Janet never wanted him to stop, it felt so good. For months, she had fantasized about what it would be like to kiss this man. The actual experience blew all fantasies out of the water.

Eventually, their kisses slowed to a stop, both of them knowing the passion they felt could cause them to go too far, too fast. Daniel looked down at Janet, slightly breathless from their recent activities, and took in the sight before him. Her hair was just as tousled as it had been the day before, only he thought she looked a thousand times better at the moment with her swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

She looked up at him, a dazed smile on her face, loving the way he was looking at her.

"What was I apologizing for again?" she said with a chuckle. Daniel let out a laugh.

"I honestly don't know," he said, "You certainly had nothing to be sorry about." Janet smiled broadly and Daniel had another urge to kiss her again.

"I can see that I didn't," Janet said in a throaty tone that had Daniel following up on that urge, leaning over so his lips touched hers again. The passion was still there, simmering beneath the surface, though it didn't threaten to overwhelm them again.

"We should do this again," Janet said, hopeful while she waited for Daniel's response. He smiled rakishly at her words.

"Definitely," he said, "Say about 7:00 tonight at my place, over dinner?" Janet smiled softly as she leaned up to capture his earlobe between her lips, nipping with her teeth before she let it go. She felt a thrill go through her as Daniel shuddered in response.

"That sounds great. Cassie has a study group tonight at a friend's, so I'm free all evening," she said, giving his earlobe another nip. Daniel fixed a mock glare on Janet.

"Don't do that," he said, "It drives me crazy." She repeated the action, taking care draw it out the second time around, inwardly grinning at the moan that escaped his lips.

"Good," she said, "It's only fair as you drive me crazy as well."

"Keep it up and you'll find out just how crazy you drive me, Doctor Fraiser." A mischievous grin spread over her face.

"I'll hold you to that," Janet said, her eyes full of promise as Daniel leaned in and kissed her again, quickly this time.

"As much as I want to stay here all day," he said, "I have to try to do some work for the next four hours or so." Janet took a quick glance at the clock, noticing it read 2:00, 5 hours until her dinner date. She wondered if it would be wrong to cut out from work an hour early to get ready for dinner.

"Though I don't know how much work I'm going to get done," Daniel said, "You've pretty much shot my concentration."

"Ditto, on that point," Janet said as Daniel pulled away, Janet immediately missing the feel of his body against hers. He smiled down at her as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at my place at 7," he said before leaning over and giving her a sweet kiss, one full of promise. When he pulled away, she smiled at him.

"Go get some work done," she teased and he smiled back.

"Yes, ma'am," he said before turning towards her door. He had opened it and had almost stepped all the way out of her office before he turned around.

"I can't wait for tonight," he said. Janet smiled broadly.

"Me, neither," she said before he gave her one last smile and walked out of her office, closing the door behind him. Janet sighed, her heart still pounding in her chest, and gathered up the bobby pins Daniel had carelessly dropped on her desk so she could redo her hair.

Her whole body thrummed with anticipation for what was in store for her tonight and, as she sat down, Janet found she truly couldn't wait for the evening to begin. But, knowing she couldn't just not do any work, she put her hair back up and forced herself to concentrate on the work in front of her, a small smile on her face for the rest of the day as her mind jumped ahead to that evening's dinner.


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