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25 March 2008 @ 11:19 pm
What If?  
Title: What If? Part Two
Rating: PG
Author: sgfangirlfics
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: What if it had been Sam to die on that ill-fated day in Heroes? How would Janet have reacted?

When the first slanted rays of sunlight stuck our window, seeped through the glass and caressed my face, I knew it was time to wake up. Years of training had taught my body the art of waking without an alarm, which suited my lover just fine since she preferred my lips to any noise on the planet. This had been our morning ritual for the past four years, since the day she had moved in with Cassie and me.

Speaking of our teenage daughter, I heard the shower down the hall burst to life and knew if I didn’t wake up Sam soon all the hot water for her shower would be obsolete. But as I moved to do so, I realized it would be more difficult to maneuver myself around this morning than others. Sam’s long, smooth arms were wrapped tightly around me, one tucked around my middle and the other trapped beneath my neck, clutching my exposed shoulder. I could feel her breath hot on my neck, welcome warmth in the slightly chilled room.

As much as I would have liked to stay in that position all day, the thought of time weighed heavily on my mind. So I took a deep breath, squirmed in her arms and finally managed to flip over onto my left side to where I was facing the love of my life. My heart skipped a few beats at the sight of her beautiful, relaxed face. No matter how many years passed I would never get used to her or stop wondering why she had picked me. God knew she could have anyone she wanted on the planet or off.

But, as always, observations would have to be cut short. A hot shower was at stake here. Leaning over slightly, I gently pressed my lips to her outer ear and whispered tenderly, “Come on, Sammy, it’s time to get up.”

She twitched and moaned, her arms becoming detangled from my body as she flipped over to her back and then scuttled away from me, her eyes still firmly shut. The end result was that she succeeded to flip entirely onto her other side, her back facing me as a solid, physical refusal on her part to awake. I shook my head and wondered how to proceed when an idea struck me. Grinning deviously, I leaned over her and darted my tongue into her exposed ear.

That certainly did the trick. Sam shot up into a seated position and began to swat at her ear with her hand, making several gagging noises. Throwing me a dark look, she shook her head and exclaimed, “Ugh, Janet, what was that for?”

Still smiling, I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to stop from giggling as I answered, “Well, you want hot water for your shower, don’t you?”

Rubbing her ear with one finger, she nodded and yawned loudly. Finally she asked, “Cassie?” even though I knew she didn’t need to.

Nodding, I slid out of the bed and began to make my side, a not-so-subtle way I had of hinting it was time for Sam to get up. She sighed, finally standing up and starting her morning stretching. Once she had stretched a few times to get the blood flowing, she began gathering her clothes for the day before heading toward the bathroom.

On her way by me, she snuck an arm around my waist and gently tugged so that I was trapped against her, her lips on my neck. I grinned and turned my head slightly to accept a proper kiss. “Good morning,” I told her cheerfully.

“Morning,” she replied, nipping playfully at my ear.

“Sam,” I grumbled, half-heartedly trying to escape her grasp. “We so do not have time for that.”

She let out a soft whine and whispered temptingly into my ear, “But we haven’t even played in the new shower yet. Come on, sweetie, you know you want to.”

I cast a sideways look into the bathroom, to the freestanding shower that had been finished barely a month ago, with its gleaming clear walls, high ceiling and cascading shower head and took a deep, cleansing breath, forcing myself to look away. “Not now, Sam,” I managed to reply, shaking my head and disentangling myself from her. “I’ve got an early shift and that damn reporter is coming today, remember?”

“Spoilsport,” she retorted in a teasing tone before she headed off in the direction of the bathroom. “If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be,” she added quickly over her shoulder before she turned on the water.


It’s a strange but comforting feeling when you’ve lived with two people long enough to know the difference in their footsteps, whether it be up and down the stairs or simply walking in the hall. I could hear Cassie as she came down the carpeted steps, her thin sneakers squeaking slightly on the hardwood once she reached the bottom. She would be wearing her usual faded jeans and tight t-shirt again today, I supposed without turning around to look when she entered the kitchen, my attention completely on the stovetop in front of me.

She stopped short and in my mind’s eye, I imagined her hand placed on her hip in protest. I could almost have predicted what she was going to say, word for word. “Mom,” she let loose a soft whine, although it hadn’t escaped my notice that the tone had simmered a bit in the passing years. “You know I don’t like bacon.”

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I turned and flipped her last pancake onto a plate. “I know, Cassandra,” I replied, using her proper name as she had requested since the start of her senior year of high school. Somehow Cassie had sounded too childish for her – but she didn’t mind when Sam used the nickname. The only thing I could do was be patient and wait for this phase, whatever it was, to pass. “That’s why I didn’t put any on your plate.”

“Oh,” was her only reply as she snatched her plate and went to sit at the table, digging into her pancakes. Almost immediately after, she flipped open a book and became oblivious to the outside world.

I sighed and turned back to the stove, now hearing Sam on the stairs. As I prepared to fix her batch of pancakes, I heard the tall blonde enter the kitchen, her thick military boots echoing on the linoleum. She went immediately to the coffee, as was her custom and poured herself a cup. After spooning in her usual sugar, she came to stand beside me and plant a quick kiss on my cheek.

“Pancakes?” she asked, her face lighting up at the sight of them. “You are awesome, babe,” she whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek again, grabbing the newspaper and heading over to join Cassie at the table. “Hey, Cass,” she said, sliding into the chair next to our adopted daughter and opening the paper.

“Hey,” our teen managed to utter around a mouthful of pancakes.

“So, got a time for your interview yet?” Sam asked as I laid a plate full of food on the table in front of her.

Nodding, I went to work fixing my own pancakes. “1300, you?” I asked, checking on my bacon.

Sam swallowed and took a sip of orange juice. I noticed as I sat down that she looked a little paler than usual, something I supposed was due to her nervousness about the interview. “1000,” she replied softly, taking a deep breath and shaking her head. “I guess it’s silly, but I’m a little worried about it.”

“About what, sweetie?” I asked, noticing Cassie’s eyes lifting momentarily from her book. Apparently our conversation interested her this morning. I decided not to mention what I saw in favor of listening to what Sam had to say.

She shrugged. “I’ve never been good in front of a camera, Jan. You know that.”

I smiled across the table and shook my head, the short bob Sam had suggested for my hair sweeping from side to side gently. “You’ll be fine. I have no doubt cameras love you. And if you get nervous, just start babbling about something scientific. You’ll confuse the hell out of the interviewer, but you’ll sound really smart doing it.”

Then came the grin I never grew tired of seeing, dimples appearing at just the right spots, followed by the light dusting of a blush before her eyes darted downward to her food. Yes, I couldn’t wait to see what the cameras captured of her.

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Jello: Fanfic addictjello_o on March 26th, 2008 11:41 pm (UTC)
I just read part one a few moments ago and now this one. Lovely writing, but all of it is making me anxious of what's to come.
Although, I thought it was cute when Sam just rolled to her other side, refusing to get up; it made me smile.
T: Putty and Propsams_ceara on March 26th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Yeah, I though the whole Janet trying to wake up Sam was cute, too.
Slamslamaina on July 10th, 2008 05:41 pm (UTC)
I really like how this story is unfolding.