W is for Wound, by Crazedturkey (PG)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Categories: gen, Janet Frasier, drama, team, angst, episode related
Warnings: references to Heroes
Author on LJ:crazedturkey
Author's Website:ayamgila
Link: W is for Wound
Why This Must Be Read: This fic has such power. Crazedturkey traces four times Janet deals with wounds on SG-1 over the years... and one last wound that never really gets the chance to heal, in both the literal and metaphorical sense of the word.
This is written with empathy, with sensitivity, with classic Janet characterization, and a final grievous section that will move you close to tears. I've been waiting for the chance to rec this one; go read it, and savor.
Sam squeezed her eyes shut. “Every time I close my eyes I see him, chasing me.”
“The super soldier?”
Sam nodded.
“How long has that been happening?”
“Every night since I got out of here,” Sam took a shuddering breath. “It’s so stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“Yes, it is,” Sam said. Tears filled her eyes and she dashed them away angrily. “You don’t see Colonel O’Neill in here crying do you?”
It was moments like this when Janet wished she could break doctor patient confidentiality. It might have really helped her friend.
Instead she reached out and took Sam’s hand in her own. “What do you want me to do, Sam?”
Sam’s face was very still and her eyes were shut. Tears were coursing silently down her cheeks. “Help me,” she said, finally.
Janet smiled and squeezed her friend’s hand. “That I can do.”
Pairing: none
Categories: gen, Janet Frasier, drama, team, angst, episode related
Warnings: references to Heroes
Author on LJ:
crazedturkeyAuthor's Website:
ayamgilaLink: W is for Wound
Why This Must Be Read: This fic has such power. Crazedturkey traces four times Janet deals with wounds on SG-1 over the years... and one last wound that never really gets the chance to heal, in both the literal and metaphorical sense of the word.
This is written with empathy, with sensitivity, with classic Janet characterization, and a final grievous section that will move you close to tears. I've been waiting for the chance to rec this one; go read it, and savor.
Sam squeezed her eyes shut. “Every time I close my eyes I see him, chasing me.”
“The super soldier?”
Sam nodded.
“How long has that been happening?”
“Every night since I got out of here,” Sam took a shuddering breath. “It’s so stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
“Yes, it is,” Sam said. Tears filled her eyes and she dashed them away angrily. “You don’t see Colonel O’Neill in here crying do you?”
It was moments like this when Janet wished she could break doctor patient confidentiality. It might have really helped her friend.
Instead she reached out and took Sam’s hand in her own. “What do you want me to do, Sam?”
Sam’s face was very still and her eyes were shut. Tears were coursing silently down her cheeks. “Help me,” she said, finally.
Janet smiled and squeezed her friend’s hand. “That I can do.”
