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24 August 2008 @ 05:57 pm
Continuum Story  
Title: Someone Like You
Rating: PG ... 13? Ok, maybe R for a character undressing...
Author:
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Sam meets Janet in the alternate reality from the movie Continuum.

I was thinking about adding smut at the end, but my girl said it was perfect as it is. But if anyone wants smut, please let me know!




Every day seemed to drag on into eternity for Sam, her waking hours filled with a meaningless job and trying to avoid the obvious stares of nearly everyone she passed. She had taken the first job offered to her, a typing position at a legal office near her home, even though she knew her skills went far beyond it. But what was the point of trying to make a life here in a world that was not her own? It wasn’t as if she had to worry about food or money, the government made it perfectly clear if she kept her mouth shut and didn’t try to contact Daniel or Cam they would provide for her. But that didn’t help her fit in when everyone looked at her as if she should be dead.

There were only a few blocks between her apartment and the office so she often decided to walk, leaving her Toyota Prius in the apartment building parking lot for days at a time without use. This particular day was no different than any before it, the briefcase containing her laptop bumping lightly against her dark pant leg as she walked briskly avoiding the now usual feeling of eyes upon her. She adjusted her glasses and smoothed the jacket of her dark business suit with her hand, sighing as she did.

And suddenly she heard a voice, one she hadn’t heard in years and yet she instinctively knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. She came to a halt, clearly annoying several people around her, but she didn’t care as she searched the faces passing her closely. The owner of the voice was curiously absent. Shaking her head, Sam began walking again, dismissing it as a figment of her imagination.

Before she could take two more steps, she stopped again, this time sure of what she had heard. Turning around, her gaze swept from side to side, but still to no avail. Finally, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a large window and beyond it, the woman she had heard. Stepping closer to the window and the room beyond, filled with small girls dressed in pink and purple leotards, Sam’s attention was completely absorbed by the woman who stood on the other side of the girls. This small woman, barely taller than some of the older girls in the dance class, was dressed in a purple leotard herself, white tights running the length of her legs, causing her to appear taller than her five foot four stature. Her auburn hair was pulled tightly into a bun, obviously much longer than the last time Sam had seen it.

The tall blonde drew in a deep breath at the sight of Janet, memories flooding her mind and a familiar ache returning to her heart. Without noticing, she had brought her hand up to the glass, touching it as if it brought her closer to the woman she had lost so many years ago. People were beginning to stare, but she ignored them as she watched a body she had once held in her arms bend in ways that made Sam’s heart jump and stomach tighten.

The dance instructor finally dismissed the girls, her thoughts on the appearance of the strange woman outside, the one who hadn’t stopped staring at her. Janet was used to an occasional audience, but this was different. There was something almost personal about the expression the attractive woman had when she looked at her. After wiping her face and neck with a towel, the small brunette decided to do a little investigating.

She stepped out of the already open door – it was her own policy that the door always be open during a session, that way she was even more responsible to how she spoke to the children – and smiled warmly at the professionally dressed woman still standing in front of the dance studio, her eyes never moving from the dance instructor. “Interested in dance?” Janet asked, trying to sound as friendly as possible, ignoring how uncomfortable the woman’s staring was making her.

Sam blushed and finally dropped eyes to the concrete, now obviously a little embarrassed at being caught staring. “No,” she admitted softly. “You, ah, you are the spitting image of someone I used to know,” she whispered, damning her eyes for filling with tears and betraying her still potent sense of grief after all these years. She glanced away, blinking away the tears and adding in almost a whisper, “She died.”

Janet’s smile vanished and her heart went out to the woman who was obviously in a lot of pain. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she answered, her tone seeping with true sympathy.

The taller woman shook her head. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry for staring.”

“No, it’s okay, I understand,” Janet replied softly. “My name’s Janet, by the way.”

The blonde smiled, causing Janet’s heart to jump involuntarily, wishing she could make this woman smile all the time. “Mine’s Sam,” Sam heard herself say before she could stop herself. Mentally chastising herself, she backpedaled a bit and explained, “Well, it’s actually Catherine Samantha, but I prefer Sam.” She knew she shouldn’t have mentioned the Sam part at all, what with what happened to her counterpart in this world, but she couldn’t bear hearing anything but her real name coming out of Janet’s mouth.

“Sam,” Janet replied, testing the name on her lips and causing Sam’s heart to soar. “I like that. It suits you,” she said with a smile. “Are you doing anything now, Sam?” Janet found herself asking, somehow wanting to spend as much time as she could with this woman.

The blonde shook her head vigorously back and forth, causing a few strands to escape her long braid. “No, nothing. What did you have in mind?”

“How about dinner? I know this great place not far from here,” the brunette replied.

“Sure,” Sam replied, feeling her spirits brighten a little. Maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all.

Janet nodded with a grin. “Just give me a few minutes to change and we can go. You can wait in here, if you want.”

*

The dance instructor left the woman in the small waiting area of the studio and went into the locker room to change into normal clothes, suddenly wishing she had packed something nicer than her “Rockstar” t-shirt and jeans. Sighing, she reached up and began pulling the bobby pins out of her hair one by one, letting her shoulder length, wavy hair bounce free of its constraints. Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her hair and looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors.

She didn’t know why, but she felt something when she looked at this woman, someone she could have sworn she had never seen before. But she felt comfortable with her, as if they had known each other for years, despite how they had met. She didn’t usually invite strange women to dinner, but Sam was different. Sam felt special somehow, but Janet was damned if she knew how. She stepped into a changing stall and pulled her arms from the body-hugging sleeves. Pushing the leotard down her body, she felt the cool air on her breasts as they became free of the tight fabric, her nipples hardening slightly.

Her thoughts returned to the woman waiting for her in the lobby, still wondering why her emotions and body reacted to the tall blonde as they did. Well, she was certainly very attractive and seemed nice, but there had to be more than that. Janet met her share of attractive, smart, friendly women in her line of work and none of them had caused a reaction like this. She sighed and reached for her bag full of clothes, still pondering the mystery as she slid one leg and then the other into a silky pair of black underwear.

Finally dressed, she stuffed everything into the gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. She met Sam in the lobby, another smile springing to the tall woman’s face at the sight of her, making Janet slightly light-headed. She could get used to this kind of reaction, she thought to herself and then remembered what Sam had said about losing someone that looked like Janet.

Promising herself she wouldn’t think too much of the tall woman’s enthusiasm, she smiled back and asked, “Ready to go?”

*

“Dinner was delicious, Janet,” Sam said as they walked out the restaurant. “Next time I pay, though,” she added with a grin.

Janet raised an eyebrow as she asked quietly, “There’s going to be a next time?” Their dinner conversation had been light, ranging from their jobs to hobbies, never once straying to the woman Sam had lost or really her past at all, although Janet did divulge a little of her history from her failed marriage to her strange family.

Sam’s smile disappeared almost immediately as she answered quickly, “Oh, I didn’t mean to assume! I’m sorry, I just thought that we both had a good time and we would see each other again.”

The brunette smiled softly and laid a light hand on the taller woman’s arm. “Calm down, Sam. I’m not saying I didn’t have a good time or that I don’t want to see you again. I’m just wondering how you’re feeling about spending time with me. I mean, considering that I look so much like someone you obviously miss very much.”

Nodding, the blonde looked away, studying the buildings as they walked past. She was quiet for a minute before they stopped in front of her apartment building. As they stood underneath a street lamp, she reached into her back pocket and withdrew a small wallet. She opened it slowly and reach inside, taking out a small, tattered picture. Swallowing noticeably as she was reminded of how she tucked that small, unnoticeable picture into her bra every time she went on a mission. She told herself it was for luck, but if she had been honest with herself, she would have known it was because she knew anything could happen on a mission and she didn’t want to live without at least one picture of Janet for the rest of her life.

Janet took the picture and stared down at it in disbelief. Sucking in a deep breath, she shook her head slowly back and forth. “That’s really uncanny,” she whispered. “It’s as if you had a picture of me in there.”

Sam nodded, stepping closer and breathing in the familiar scent of Janet’s subtle perfume. “Janet,” she whispered, causing the smaller woman’s heart to skip a beat. Sam closed her eyes and a single tear slipped down her cheek as she took a deep, shuddering breath. “In a way, that is you.”

The smaller woman blinked a few times, staring up at the blonde in confusion. “But you said the woman in this picture is dead,” she whispered in return, her brain telling her to run but her heart insisting she stay.

“She is,” Sam replied softly, opening her eyes and gazing down at the brunette, her eyes glassy as she blinked away the tears. “It’s hard to explain and even if I could, you’d think I was crazy.”

“Try,” Janet demanded, handing the picture back to its owner and crossing her arms over her chest.

Sam tucked the picture safely back into her wallet and took in another shaky breath. “The Janet Fraiser I knew died three years ago on a planet light years away from here.”

Reddish brown eyebrows darted up into the brunette’s forehead. “What are you talking about?”

Knowing she shouldn’t continue, Sam pressed on, “I’m not from this world. My name is Samantha Carter, and I’m an astrophysicist. I worked for the Air Force on something called the Stargate program. The Stargate is a way to travel to other planets by means of a wormhole. Now sometimes things go wrong, things that create alternate worlds. That’s what happened and now I’m stuck here, in a world I don’t belong, a world that hasn’t been visiting other planets.”

Janet held up her hand to stop the woman’s hushed babblings. “You’re right, I think you’re crazy. But where do I fit into this crazy scenario?”

The tears were coming full force now. She had told Janet what she shouldn’t have because she thought somewhere, deep down, the words would ring true. Now she was feeling foolish, but there was nowhere to go but forward. “You were the chief medical officer on base. We met the first year of the program and fell in love. When you died, it was the most devastating moment of my life. I only pressed on for the sake of the world.” Her voice broke and her gaze once again met the pavement. “To be honest, I’ve been floundering in this world. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that one day your leaders will let my friends and me set things right. But even that hope gets smaller and smaller each day.”

Janet’s eyebrows arched again. “There are more of you?” She shook her head. “You know what, don’t answer that. I’ve heard enough,” she said softly, although part of her wanted to believe the crazy tale she had just heard. It was all she could do not to take the crying woman into her arms and utter words of comfort. But as she stood there, watching the tall woman as the tears streaked down her intelligent face, her brain won out and the smaller woman took a deep breath, shook her head once more and walked away.

Sam watched her go, somehow managing to stop the flow of tears long enough to find the key to her apartment building. Pushing the door open, she fled to the safety of her apartment, leaning against the door once it was closed and sliding down to the floor. “Idiot,” she muttered to herself, realizing that once Janet told someone, which was very likely at this point, she would have to move again. But Sam found it very had to care about the impending move when she had just watched the woman she had loved walk away. She had had a second chance and she blew it.

Still, she told herself as she pulled herself together, they couldn’t very well have had a meaningful relationship if it had been built on lies. Of course Sam could say the very same about any other relationship in her life at this point, if there was any at all. She had stayed isolated for a reason and she realized now that it was probably the best course of action overall for her.

*

A few long, agonizing days went by for Sam without a phone call or sudden appearance from the government officials she was expecting. Instead of walking, Sam ended up driving to work so she wouldn’t have to pass the dance studio and think about her colossal mistake, not to mention see or hear the woman she had been longing to see for the past few years. Being around Janet apparently made Sam not think straight, something that had always been true, but in this world that had turned out to be disastrous.

Upon the thought that she might not actually be moving, Sam made up her mind to distract herself by decorating the apartment. Even though she had been living in it for months, it was as bare as the day she had moved in. She hadn’t felt like decorating the place when she wasn’t expecting to stay very long, but now she knew it could be a while before Ba’al decided to attack the Earth.

So one rainy Thursday afternoon after work, she stood in her kitchen doorway where she had a good view of most of the apartment, a cup of steaming coffee in her hands and surveyed the mostly empty rooms. There was a bed in the bedroom and a dresser, which was barely used, she hung up most of her clothes, which admittedly weren’t many at all. The small living room had a couch and a television set, which sat upon a small table. She barely turned the TV as it was, she preferred to spend her time keeping her mind active with different puzzles and what not, but even that was proving to be a waste of time.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. No one ever came to visit her, so she sighed, resigning herself to the eventuality that it was once again the government officials, here to tell her she had to leave. At least she hadn’t actually started anything on the apartment, she thought fleetingly as she reached for the door handle.

However, there were no agents in suits on the other side of the door. Instead, it opened to reveal a very familiar face. “Janet,” Sam whispered, clearly surprised to see the woman at her door. “What are you doing here?”

Janet hooked a finger over her shoulder and replied with a small smile, “Your neighbor let me in and pointed me to your apartment. Hope you don’t mind.”

Sam shook her head. “Not at all. Would you like to come in?” she asked, moving aside to let the smaller woman in the apartment. Janet swept by her, an air of nervousness trailing her as the woman fidgeted nervously in the sparse apartment, her gaze on Sam as she shut the door behind her.

“Look,” Janet began, holding up a hand so that she finished what she had to say before Sam started. “I’m not saying I believe you, but I do know that I’ve never felt the way I feel around you with anyone else before.” She took a deep breath and shifted nervously. “And I don’t know, it could mean that what you said about us is true. Either way, I know I don’t want to lose this feeling,” she finished, finally dropping her hand and gazing up at Sam with wide eyes full of questions. “I want to believe you,” she added softly, her voice quivering slightly.

Sam needed no further invitation. Closing the distance between them, she gathered the smaller woman into her arms and felt the contented sigh Janet let out before their lips met. The kiss began soft and tentative, carefully as Sam didn’t want to push the smaller woman away by going too fast. After a few moments, Janet stepped closer, molding their bodies into each other and causing Sam to groan at the contact, her hands tangling themselves in the thick strands of Janet’s hair. Janet returned by applying more pressure and deepening the kiss, pushing Sam up against the nearest wall in her urgency.

Somewhat regrettably, Sam pulled her lips from Janet’s and pressed them against the brunette’s forehead, wrapping her arms tightly around the smaller woman, pulling Janet impossibly closer. Janet laid her head on Sam’s chest, listening to the blonde’s rapid heartbeat and sighed contentedly again. Somehow she felt as if this was where she belonged and ignored the little voice in her head telling her how insane that sounded.

“Janet,” Sam breathed, a happy tear streaking down her cheek and landing in the auburn locks of hair under her chin. “Oh god, Janet, I missed you.”

The woman in her arms nodded and held the taller woman even tighter. “I know,” she whispered back. “It’s okay, I’m here now.”

*
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I'm Here: bed
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I'm Hearing: I love the new millenium
 
 
 
theblanky on August 25th, 2008 12:09 am (UTC)
But if anyone wants smut, please let me know!

Any time you feel like writing smut you can assume I want to read your smut :P

Her auburn hair was pulled tightly into a bun, obviously much longer than the last time Sam had seen it.

I love this line. Because like Sam hasn't actually seen this Janet yet, but in her mind it's the same Janet so her hair would have grown rather than just have been different. It just plopped me down in Sam's head and made me want to go exploring.

OMG you made me cry when Janet walked away! I could see Sam standing there crying, knowing that she was risking everything, not only violating her confidentiality agreement but also knowing that Janet could just walk away and she'd lose her again, even though this Janet was never really hers to lose.

The whole thing was just amazing. I agree with Elfkitty that ending it at that line was perfect. But there's MUCH potential for a continuing series there where you can get the smut in, if you'd want to write it. I want to know what happens next for them, how Janet deals with knowing that Sam's love for her is not for her alone, but for the other Janet as well. I think that she might be one of the few people who could just accept the love and the alternate history without having the "I'm not her" problem pop up.

The idea of having Janet be a dancer was great too, with Teryl's dance experience it works perfectly and is completely believable.

Good work :D
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on August 28th, 2008 11:20 pm (UTC)
Ethan, you give such great feedback. Thank you so much for being so ... insightful. *hugs* I'm very glad you liked it.
cmdrkates on August 25th, 2008 01:33 am (UTC)
WOW! That was powerful. And you did end it just fine. Not that I don't enjoy smut - particularly that pair - but your story was great as is!

I could get right into Sam's thoughts and mood.

There hasn't been enough new Sam/Janet floating around for a while now. I miss them. Of all fandoms they are my one true favorite.

Thank you for bringing them back. Hope you're inspired to write more stories.
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on August 28th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks for checking it out! Glad you liked it. And I agree, there's not enough Sam/Janet out there.
Sinasinadino on August 25th, 2008 05:55 am (UTC)
*sighs happily*
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on August 28th, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC)
*tacklehugs* Haven't seen you around in a while! How have you been? Thanks for reading.
oceanmare on August 25th, 2008 07:32 pm (UTC)
Oh...I think it is perfect right there too.

Because *wibbles* it's them back together with new twists.
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on August 28th, 2008 11:15 pm (UTC)
*blushes* thanks, Filly! The wibbles just put a great big smile on my face. *grin*
Elerigo: Amanda Tappingelerigo_amor on August 25th, 2008 08:53 pm (UTC)
Smut can come in a follow up, if there is one, but this i perfect as it is

Btw i like my Smut/porn with plot, gives it meaning
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on August 28th, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! And I prefer enjoy my smut/porn with a plot. Of course there are exceptions to that rule, but generally, plot is way better than not.
mlspikie: Sam Janet OTPml_spikie on September 4th, 2008 11:43 pm (UTC)
That was wonderful. Very well done. Of course I'd love smut! I think you could work that in to a sequel. I'd love to see how this pans out. It just rings true that Sam and Janet belong together in any world!
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on September 9th, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Spikie! Glad you liked it. And I completely agree - they belong together in any world. *grin*
Slamslamaina on October 15th, 2008 03:16 pm (UTC)
I really wish that I had read these in order. This sets up the second part nicely.

And anytime you want to write smut, assume we want to read it.