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Summary: Something different happened during 'Heroes'

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Stargate > General > Characters: Janet FraiserMaineiacFR1843,6710148,53418 Apr 065 Aug 07No

Chapter One

I do not own the charecters from either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Stargate SG-1 and make no profit from this fic.

A.N 1 This story has been kicking around in my head for a while now, but I was not sure if I would write it or not. I always liked Doctor Janet Fraiser and was kinda mad when she was killed off so this is my way of fixing it. More at the end



Janet reached out, gently brushing damp hair off the face of the young woman laying in the bed before her, caressing her forehead, willing her to wake up. The only sounds she could hear was the soft hums and the hissing of machines that provided the doctors with what information they needed. Looking at the numbers on one read-out, she cursed her knowledge for letting her know just how bad things were.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting here, waiting, hoping, for some sign that the still figure would wake up, letting her know that things would be fine, or as fine as they would ever be from now on. Her own injuries paled in comparison.

She leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened, but try as she might, she could only draw forth glimpses of working on Airmen Wells, tuning out everything else as she fought to stem the flow of blood from the young man. Then what had felt like a run away freight train struck her and her next memory was of waking up in the infirmary.
Daniel had been at her side, his face drawn and haunted looking and at first she had thought she herself was going to die. One word was all it took to make her wish it was her. Her daughters name, spoken in a choked sob by the gentle archeologist had sent her world spinning on it's end.

He told her of the events she could not recall, of taping the Airmen words to his pregnant wife, of seeing a blur from the corner of his eye at the same time a lone Jaffa had fired his staff weapon. The powerful weapon that would have struck her full in the chest instead hitting her daughter low in the back as she tackled her, driving them both even further away.

The frantic call for help and the wait as he did what little he could, waiting for the help to arrive. Rushing back to the Gate and the turmoil that awaited them on the other side as doctors, nurses and medic helped those they could while others were moved to the side, blankets draped over still forms that were past help.

He told her what her own injuries were, a concussion, two broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, but she didn't care. She wanted to know one thing only, how her daughter was. An eternity later she saw them wheel her in, surrounded by machinery, silent, still, deathly pale and her heart froze in her chest.

Forcing Daniel to help her up, she stumbles over to the bed, all but falling into the chair he grabbed for her, holding her hand out to the nurse checking vitals, demanding to see her girls chart. Reading through it her own face grows pale at the amount of damage.

The energy weapon struck her in the small of the back, destroying skin, muscle and organs as it passed through her small frame. The amount of blood she lost and had replaced alone should have killed her but still she hung on, fighting against deaths grip as she had so often, at least to her, it seemed. Would she fight as hard if, no, WHEN, she woke up Janet wondered.

Her once energetic, vibrant whirlwind of a child would never walk again, the blast has seen to that, severed spinal cords did not heal. The lose of a kidney she could survive, but the ability to move, she wasn't sure. Sinking even deeper into the seat, Janet took one limp hand in hers, refusing to budge even when ordered to.

Hours later, in what seemed like a lifetime, she felt a small movement against her hand, waking her from a fitful doze, sleep made impossible by a combination of pain and worry. Looking at there clasped hands she saw the fingers move and whipping her head up, she caught the faintest of reflections off half opened, pain and drug blurred eyes.

Relief washed over her, and leaning forward, she gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you Faith." she told her baby girl, even as she watched sleep pull her back in.


A.N. 2: I am thinking about writing more to do with these charecters, starting in a prequel to this but I'm still trying to work out how I want to do it.
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