DISCLAIMER: The story, and characters and anything and everything else concerning SG: SG1 belong to MGM, Gekko, Secret Productions etc, they are so not mine and no money is being made from this and no copyright infringement is intended.
SEQUEL/SERIES: This story follows A Dream Can Come True, Believe, Wonderful, Like Someone In Love, I Scare Myself and This Girl's in Heaven.
SOUNDTRACK: k d lang "In Perfect Dreams" from Even Cowgirls get the Blues.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author

In Perfect Dreams
By Celievamp

In perfect dreams life is quite serene
You and I can be happily in perfect dreams

I knew it was too good to last. Just when I think I've got her figured she goes and does something that makes me realise I barely know her at all.

His name is Narim. And he's an alien. And he's in love with her.

I don't think that Sam's in love with him. I think it's just infatuation. I hope its just a good old-fashioned crush. After all, he's tall, good looking, not from round here and knows way more than she does about subjects that are very close to her heart.

She hangs on his every word. In fact I'm seriously beginning to think that they're joined at the hip. She's given him her cat. And even though I won't miss the ginger monster (I'm allergic to his fur), I thought, wow. Schroedinger has been a constant in her life for years and all of a sudden she just gives him away to a guy who's pretty much a stranger.

Narim is from a race called the Tollan. They are of human stock, technologically much more advanced than us. I can't say that I like them. They think we are extremely primitive. I think they are extremely arrogant and rather ungrateful, especially their leader, Omac. They were in the process of evacuating their homeworld when SG1 found them, overtaken by a major volcanic disturbance. Narim thought that Sam was a Sher'mau, an angel I suppose when he briefly regained consciousness to see her leaning over him. Sam – an angel - I can see how that would work.

I shouldn't bitch. He's a nice man, really, a little bland and the grey suits they all wear don't do anything for him. And with any luck he'll be gone soon, Daniel's negotiating with Tuplo in the Land of Light to give them sanctuary until either their new home world or a means of getting them to it have been formulated.

He's just another wounded bird that she's taken under her wing. Not as consoling as it seems really. She wanted to adopt one and nearly married another. And I don't think I want to know where I fit into her wounded bird scenario. How does she see me?

And now Colonel Maybourne is on the scene and he wants to take the Tollans into protective custody. As Daniel put it, forcibly resettle them in a nice little gulag somewhere where they can get over their inhibitions about sharing technology with us.

This isn't going to end well. And I don't know quite how I feel about picking up the pieces.

In perfect dreams love has no extremes
All the world can be endlessly in perfect dreams

I think I did something to piss Janet off. And if I'm honest with myself for once, I know exactly what it was – or rather who it was. Narim.

He called me an angel. If we'd come through the Gate just five minutes later they would have been dead. Narim was at least nice, in his way. The others, well the others were pretty hateful to be honest. But I think we have an alliance of sorts. Lya promised that they would be safe until they could contact the rest of the Tollans and get a lift home.

The device Narim gave me is in a drawer in my lab. I don't know what I expected when I touched it. There was love, certainly, but it was the other things that were there as well. He was getting quite a kick out of dropping hints to me about their technological advances. My hanging on his every word was quite a turn on for him. I felt like a child, like I had been an amusement for him in an otherwise dull stop-over on his journey.

Anyway he's gone now and given their attitude we'll probably never see them again. Colonel Maybourne has seethed his way back under what ever rock he crawled out from under. And I have to go make things right with Janet.

She's at home. I park the bike in the drive and walk up to the front door. I half expect her not to let me in; she has this resigned look on her face.

I don't know where to start, what to say, so I keep it simple. "I'm sorry," I said.

She sits down on the couch, tucking her feet up under her. "Okay."

I sit down on the edge of the seat cushion. "I thought you'd be mad at me."

"I am mad at you, Sam. I don't know where I stand with you."

Where I stand with you? My heart races. She thinks I want to break it off with her, that I'm heading back to Boystown. "I love you, Janet. I never stopped loving you. Narim was… was…" What the hell was Narim? "A mistake. He was interested in me, I was kind of intrigued by him. I thought he had all the answers, but he didn't. I ignored you and I hurt you and I can never say sorry enough times to make up to you for that."

Her movement is sudden, taking me by surprise. She is straddling my thighs, her hands on my shoulders. She looks down on me, an expression in her dark eyes that I can't quite classify.

"Say it again," she demands.

"I'm sorry, Janet, I'm mmmgggghhh!" The kiss commands my fullest attention. The tip of her tongue caresses my lower lip as I allow it inside, her hands moving from my shoulders to my head, tangled in my hair. I have no idea how long it lasts but my head is spinning when at last she pulls away.

"What do you think of me?" she asks.

I stare at her, waiting for my brain function to come back into gear. "What do I think of you?" I ask to give myself more time to formulate an answer. She nods.

"I think that you're the most captivating, beautiful, caring, intelligent woman that I've been privileged to meet," I said. "And you have the patience of a saint to put up with a dolt like me."

"So not a wounded bird, then?" she asks softly.

"Far from it," I tilt my head and softly kiss her. "You're one of the strongest people I know, Janet. What you do at the SGC, or here, with Cassie, coping with me – I'm in awe of you. As my lover, well…" I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks and across my chest. I can't put what I feel into words. This is the real thing, I realise. This is love. I love Janet.

Then she's on her feet again, heading towards the door. What have I said now? She opens the door, pauses, looks back and the grin on her face is almost feral in its intensity. I shiver. That look was meant for me and me alone.

"Come on, flygirl," she whispers. "I think it's time for you to show me a few more of your moves since you can't put it into words."

Well they do say that actions speak louder… I get up and follow her upstairs.

The End

In Perfect Dreams (Even Cowgirls get the Blues)
(k.d. lang/Ben Mink)

In perfect dreams love has no extremes
All the world can be endlessly in perfect dreams
In perfect dreams you can fly it seems
Sailing nakedly, wavelessly in perfect dreams

Dream, have a rendezvous
A flame or two
Dream, and I promise you
It all rings true

In perfect dreams life is quite serene
You and I can be happily in perfect dreams

In perfect dreams love has no extremes
all the world can be endlessly in perfect dreams

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