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14 October 2008 @ 10:08 pm
Continuum story ... continued =)  
Title: Gone But Not Forgotten
Rating: R for sexual descriptions
Author: sgfangirlfics
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Sam meets Janet in the alternate reality from the movie Continuum and this story continues in that storyline.

If Janet had known it was the last time she and Sam were going to make love, she would have concreted everything to memory. Every touch of Sam’s lips to her own, every brush of fingers over nipples or the silky smooth caress of a tongue over her clit. None of the sensations would have been forgotten that led up to the shuddering climax that doused her body with pleasure. If only she had known it was the last time.

But she hadn’t known. No one could have foreseen the cold, abrupt alien entrance into the world. Sure, Sam knew it would happen eventually, but not even she knew when. They had seven blissfully carefree months together. And knowing that this way of life certainly came with an expiration date, the two happily in love decided to get married and had even talked about adopting a child, a girl like they had in the other world. But fate had other plans.

Janet remembered that day as if it was yesterday. Sam had been out shopping when suddenly an alien craft screamed across the sky. She had raced home, cell phone glued to her ear, listening to the military as they called on her to help the Earth, as if Janet had expected anything less. The blonde genius hadn’t spent much time at home except to drop off the groceries and say a final good-bye to her love.

Not that they spoke about it in depth or even admitted to each other their worry about never seeing the other again. If Sam had been anxious she hid it well, but Janet’s tears spoke for themselves. She couldn’t help but fear that their happiness was about to come to an abrupt end.

Seeing the tears, Sam gathered the smaller woman in her arms and hugged her tightly, one hand grasping Janet’s head tenderly. “Shh,” she whispered lovingly into her wife’s ear. “It’s okay. I’ll come back for you, I promise. I can’t live without you again.”

And with those parting words, she abruptly pulled away, gave Janet one last kiss and walked out their apartment door. It was at that same door that Janet received the news that her wife was officially “missing in action” several months later, confirming what she had suspected all along. Sam was dead; she was never coming back.


Her life with Sam was now only fleeting memories, not even a year of a hard, painful life that caused her to accept her current situation with dignity. Over a year of serving the Goa’uld Qetesh had left the dancer feeling as if she was almost dead inside. Somehow the alien woman had found her, asked her to work for her and accepted the answer without blinking. Janet agreed, but made sure the alien was well aware of what she knew. She would never believe Qetesh was a god, but she would serve her as she would any other leader. This was their arrangement.

At the time, Janet had figured she had nothing left to live for, but she had never imagined the amazing things she would see being in the service of Goa’uld. Living on a spaceship, traveling to other planets, meeting different people. True, the meeting usually turned into enslaving those people, but she had promised to serve despite the consequences and so she did, even as the beauties of the universe soon became nothing to her.

Thirteen months had passed since she had seen the face of her lover causing even that image to fade from her mind, leaving only vague memories of the happiest time of her life. So it was with only these vague memories and feelings that she stepped into the room where her love had died. She and other loyal servants inspected the equipment and surrounding areas before their mistress joined them, surveying the room with much interest. She had no idea what had happened in that room, a fact that the Goa’uld had hidden from her.

“Janet,” she called the smaller woman to her side and without fail, the woman responded.

“Yes, my queen,” Janet replied, bowing her head in the presence of her mistress.

A small grin appeared on the Goa’uld’s face. “When my technicians have discovered how to work this machine, I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything, my queen,” Janet replied, a little softer this time.

Qetesh nodded toward the Stargate. “I wish you to enter the chaapa'ai and spread the good news of Qetesh to those people.”

Confused though she was, Janet bowed her head again and answered in quiet tones, “It shall be done.”

“Good,” Qetesh answered and waved the woman away. Her eyes moved around the chamber, remembering the last time she had been here. There had been many bodies, two of which were unfamiliar to her. The blonde woman had intrigued her, though, so she had searched her first. She only found one thing that meant anything to her. A faded picture of a beautiful woman, the same woman Qetesh had subsequently employed in her service. It was all part of the plan to find out exactly what the duplicitous Ba’al had planned. And if she had to connect the dots with faded pictures and a woman who had apparently died twice, she would.


The man naked to his waist patiently waited on the bed, both his wrists handcuffed to the ornately decorated oak bed frame. If there was one thing he could say about Qetesh, she liked to collect nice things from the different planets she conquered. Of course the bed was from Earth, but he could see several other things around the room from cultures as different as the galaxies they were taken from.

At first he had protested greatly to being tied up like this and left as almost a prize for the Goa’uld. But sadly he had become accustomed to it and accepted it as the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. The fact that he was Qetesh’s boytoy still bothered him a little, to be sure, but there was certainly nothing he could do about it, so he surrendered to the inevitable. Still, he was also holding onto the hope that one day she could be Vala again.

The door opened, causing Daniel Jackson to shift a little on the bed. Even though he had gotten used to these nightly encounters, that didn’t by any means signify he liked them. And somehow she never became bored, something Daniel was sure Vala would have.

Qetesh entered the room, making sure her presence filled it completely. Her sadistic smile and gaze fell upon the restrained man lying on her bed. “Hello, Daniel,” she spoke, the hollow raspy voice making the archeologist wince again. He would never get used to that voice coming from her mouth. “Are you ready to get started?”

“Yeah, about that,” Daniel started, preparing for the slap for speaking out of turn, but he rushed on, his words spilling out as her eyes narrowed on his face, “I would like to speak to Vala.”

Qetesh shook her head and began removing her clothes. “That would be quite impossible.” The first time he had asked for the host, the Goa’uld had seemed surprised and reacted violently. Now he asked from time to time and each time the answer was the same.

“Actually, no, it isn’t. I know you can allow the host to speak, but you just choose not to. I’ve known my share of Goa’ulds and Tok’ra to know better,” he replied, genuinely stunned that she let him continue this far. Usually she forcefully made him stop talking by this point.

She slid onto the bed next to him, her naked body stirring things in him that he wished it didn’t. Her blue eyes searched his face, her lips abnormally straight and closed as she silently watched him for any sign of deceit. Finally, she tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes once again. “Why do you keep insisting?” she asked, looking as if she was actually considering his request for once, which genuinely surprised him.

Undaunted, he pressed on. “Because I knew her in my world. I know she’s a strong woman. She was my friend, and I would like to speak with her.”

Shaking her head, Qetesh reached down and violently ripped Daniel’s pants from his body. “I will not allow her to speak. You think she can take control of this body, and I cannot allow that.” She grinned evilly. “I happen to enjoy this body.”


Janet was enjoying an unusual respite in her room curled up in her favorite chair. Even though she wasn’t allowed to bring much from Earth with her, Qetesh had furnished her room with comfortable furniture. And it was rumored that she had the best room on the ship, with the exception of Qetesh’s, of course. She paid no attention to the rumors at first but after sneaking a peek at the First Prime’s quarters, she had to agree that hers was a bit more comfortable. Ever since then, the other Jaffa began to whisper that soon Janet would move up the ladder, closer to their leader.

She sighed and shook her head, leaning further down in the chair as she stared out the large window at the stationary stars beyond. Her thoughts began to wander, as they usually did when she was alone. Reaching into her shirt, a small grin pulled at her face as she remembered the woman who had first used her bra as a place to keep a picture. The small, worn and almost tattered picture was in her hand and almost in her field of vision when she heard the door open behind her.

Shoving the beloved picture of her late wife back into her bra, she swiveled the chair around just in time to see her mistress roughly throw a person into Janet’s room. The woman being thrown hit the floor with a sound of pained protest and rolled onto her back, a mop of blonde hair following falling back against the floor as she did, revealing a face stained with blood. A face Janet knew all too well.

“Sam?” she gasped, instantly at the woman’s side and trying to help her up.

“Now do you believe me?” the Goa’uld rasped, her eyes flashing in her anger. She pointed at her servant and continued, “I told you she was here, human. Do you dare question me?”

The astrophysicist wiped a fresh line of blood from her lip and through her strained breathing managed to make out, “It doesn’t change anything.” Her glare was enough to bring down the toughest opposition, but it didn’t seem to be making a dent in Qetesh’s confidence.

Janet could have sworn she hear the Goa’uld growl. “You mean to tell me that the life of your wife isn’t enough to change your mind?”

Sam spit some blood toward the evil woman’s feet causing her to step back a little. “Like I said, I don’t even know if I could work the machine again. And I’m certainly not going to do so for the likes of you.”

“Why you ungrateful bitch!” Qetesh lost her cool and raised her arm as if she was going to hit the fallen woman again.

Sam readied herself for another blow, but one did not come. Instead, there was a fervent cry from above her of “Wait!” and then silence for a moment. She dared to peek out of her eyes and the sight that met her gaze was even more disturbing than she might have imagined. Her wife, the love of her life and the only weakness she knew she had left, was kneeling before the fake goddess in the ultimate sign of submission. It was enough to make her gag.

“Please, my mistress,” Janet was pleading with the alien. “Let me speak with her. I might be able to get her to help you. She will listen to me. Please.”

The woman still seated on the floor took a deep calming breath and looked away from the distressing scene. “Janet,” she whispered softly, a tear slipping unbidden from one of her eyes.

Qetesh grinned deviously down at the two women, enjoying the reaction of her captive at her servant’s behavior. Focusing her gaze on the one kneeling before her, she automatically lost her smile and nodded once. “You have five minutes.” She turned curtly on her heel and left the room, even though Janet knew the woman wouldn’t be far.

As soon as the alien was out of sight, Janet whirled around and had her wife in her arms within a matter of seconds. “Oh my god, Sam,” she whispered, clinging to the woman with all her might. “I thought you were dead.”

Gasping for breath, Sam replied softly, “I might be if you don’t let up a little, sweetie.”
“Oh,” Janet said, looking a little sheepish as she released the woman from her death grip. “Sorry. It was just that I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Blue eyes tilted upward, meeting hazel. “That makes two of us. What are you doing here and why are you bowing to the likes of Qetesh?”

Janet kissed the top of Sam’s head lightly. “You were gone, Sam. And Earth was … well, is, I guess, pretty bad.” She shrugged. “But we don’t have much time. What does she want you to do?”

Sighing, Sam leaned back in her lover’s arms and smiled sadly up at her. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, make it short.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed on Janet’s face. “Are you really going to try to convince me to do it? I thought you only told her that so that we could be alone for a little bit.”

“That was part of it,” Janet admitted softly with a small smile. “But I really do want to know what she’s beating you for. I can’t stand knowing you’re alive just to be abused by her.”

Shaking her head, Sam replied in low tones, “Don’t worry about me, dear. It’s you she’ll kill if I don’t give her what she wants.”

“But you won’t, will you?” the brunette murmured. “Whatever she does to me, you can’t give her what she wants.” This time she was pleading with the love of her life to let the enemy kill her.

The blonde reached up and stroked her wife’s cheek tenderly. “You know better than that, sweetie. I can’t live without you, remember?” she reminded her in soft tones before leaning up and placing her lips on Janet’s.

A new cold voice interrupted their reunion. “I assume this means the answer is yes?” Qetesh asked, grinning wickedly as she leaned up against the doorway. “Shall I leave the two of you alone longer?”

Janet sighed, laying her head against her lover’s. “Later, my love,” she murmured tenderly.

I'm Here: bed
I'm Feeling: sleepysleepy
I'm Hearing: horse tv show
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Tsams_ceara on October 15th, 2008 11:06 pm (UTC)
Glad you like it!
theblanky on October 15th, 2008 09:26 am (UTC)
omfg this is so awesome!

I really liked the Daniel scene. His asking to talk to Vala was perfect, and the way Quetesh would respond was right on as well.

While reading this my brain started spinning trying to assess the differences between your Continuum reality and the canon (as brains are apt to do) and it got me thinking about how time travel and alternate time lines work.

In Continuum Cam got through the gate. But would that time line cease to exist at the moment he got through the gate, or would it continue on until he actually stopped Ba'al's attack on the Achilles? That is to say, since Cam was living out ten years on earth before he stopped Ba'al, would those ten years also be lived out in the alternate time line, waiting for the changes to happen?

Not that you are the one that has to have an answer to that, but I had to ask the question because my brain might explode otherwise.
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on October 15th, 2008 11:05 pm (UTC)
I thought a lot about the whole alternate timeline thing, too. I'm not sure how I'm going to make that work in the end, but right now, the thing Qetesh wants is for Sam to work the machine so that she can stop Cam - but how she knows where Cam is, I have to make that up as I go along. Torture somehow, of this I am sure. She does have Sam, Daniel, Teal'c and a sarcophagus, after all.

And thank you for your lovely compliments!!
Slamslamaina on October 15th, 2008 02:52 pm (UTC)
Crap, I just realized that this was a sequel and I haven't read the first part. Nice AU set up here. Are there going to be more parts?

Off to read the first part...
sgfangirlficssgfangirlfics on October 15th, 2008 11:02 pm (UTC)
Yes, there will be more. I wouldn't be so mean to leave it like this.
Nat: Sam Janet+gun=hothalfbloodme on October 17th, 2008 01:43 pm (UTC)
Your other half was right.... nice distraction whilst I'm signed off. Beautiful work hunny, absolutely beautiful.
T: Sam/Tealc hugsams_ceara on October 20th, 2008 05:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!!