Title: Midnight Ice Cream Run
Author: Fia Reynne
Authorís Email: fiareynne@livejournal.com
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Janet established
Summary: Sam catches Janet making a break for it in the middle of the night

Author's Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd be out of uniform more often than in it.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Authorís Notes: Yes, we really do sell coffee-flavored gelatin in New England (or at least Maine.) If you don't believe me, comment and I'll let you know how much to Paypal me for your very own package. My father loves the stuff.

"And just where do you think you're going?"

Janet froze and plastered on her best innocent face. "The bathroom?" she said doubtfully, with a bright smile.

"You just went to the bathroom," Sam said, peering at the alarm clock, "six minutes ago."

With a wry look, Janet told her, "That happens when you have a small person napping on your bladder. You pee a lot."

Sam propped herself up on her elbows. "I'm pretty sure that I signed up for midnight cravings runs. It was part of the bargain, remember? In between I will not get myself killed offworld and leave you a widow, and I will not let Daniel talk you into naming our baby something wacky?"

"Mm, yes, I will be at the beck and call of my pregnant partner, subject to her every whim," Janet agreed, sitting back down on the bed, which Sam counted as a win. Once she got up, if she sat back down she was staying a while. "I really liked that one. Anyway, I just wanted a cup of coffee."

"I shouldn't have to remind you, Madame Physician, that you can't have coffee."

"It can be decaf. I just really, really want coffee." Janet paused, considering. "Maybe coffee ice cream. Ooh, or that weird coffee Jell-o stuff."

"Daniel is a dead man," Carter decided. "And yet, that never seems to stop him. I absolutely draw the line at calling that junk he picked up when we spent that weekend in New England, Jell-o. Ice cream?"

"Ice cream," Janet confirmed.

"Coffee? You're sure?"

"Mm hmm. 100% positive."

"A hundred?"

Janet's lips twitched. "Seventy five. Bring your cell phone, just in case."

Sam gave a playful groan. "That's what I thought," she said, pulling on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. "I'll be right back. Think you can manage to stay out of trouble?"

"I can't promise not to have to pee again," Janet said dryly. "Go on, the sooner you leave, the sooner you can get back. I'll even share my ice cream with you."

"If it's still ice cream by the time I get home. Who knows what unusual incarnations it might take between here and the grocery check-out?"

A very pleased smile settled itself on Janet's features as she watched Sam leave the room. "And try not to wake Cassie!" she called after her.

In the room next door, Janet heard a thump and then, "Mom? Go back to sleep, fer cryin' out loud." Maybe Daniel wasn't the only bad influence around...