Like Steve McQueen by Mo Phillips (NC-17)

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Like Steve McQueen by Mo Phillips

 

Rec Category: Janet Frasier/Sam Carter
Pairing: Janet Frasier/Samantha Carter

Category: Janet/Sam, hurt/comfort, action/adventure, violence, first time, angst, sex

Rating: NC-17
Warning: non-con, torture, some language, sex
Author on LJ: not found on LJ
Author's Website: http://www.geocities.com/mophillips/LikeSteveMcQueenOne.html  

Link: http://www.area52hkh.net/author.php?name=Mo+Phillips   Like Steve McQueen

Why This Must Be Read: A quality story developed by a skilled writer. Suspense, tons of action and many familiar characters (good and evil) are woven throughout the tale. Team friendship figures heavily in this 'fanfic' as well as a beautiful unfolding of Sam and Janet’s realization of their love for each other. I have re-read this story countless times and never get bored of it. It is lengthy, so be sure to dedicate a full afternoon or evening to reading this one!

Excerpt:  It was 1 am on Thursday morning. Janet was asleep on the bed next to the curtained off cubicle, using her lab coat as a blanket. At midnight, Jack had flitted like a ghost past the orderly bent over reports on the desk near the door. He had been sitting on the stool at Sam's bedside ever since. He was still and silent. Resembling nothing so much as a crane standing one legged in still waters waiting for an unsuspecting fish to meander by, his eyes never left Sam's face though. She was lying on her back, propped up in a mound of pillows and tucked in securely. Janet had even ordered that the railings on the bed be raised lest she come to and tumble from the bed in confusion before help arrived.

Occasionally O'Neill would close his eyes and frown as if in pain but after a moment he would shake his head and resume his vigil.

At 01.42 he opened his eyes to find Sam's deft gaze fixed on him.

"Sir?"

"Carter!" O'Neill whispered, diving off the stool and snatching up her hand, "Way to lay down on the job, major!"

"How long was I out?"

"Nearly two days."

Sam grimaced, "What happened?"

"What do you remember?"