A Thousand Reasons Why (Not)

Based Upon Stargate: SG-1

Righto, this started as a one chapter story and blew out of proportion as I started adding "ships" So, continue if you are interested in (in no particular order):

Jack and Sam, Cam and Vala, Vala and Daniel, Daniel and Janet, or Janet and Siler.

Okay? Read on!

- - - Season 5 (though it doesn't really matter)

Maybe it was because she saw him so much.

Maybe it was because she'd seen almost his entire body exposed at one time or another.

Maybe it was because he was in the Infirmary almost as much as she was.

Maybe it was because he needed her.

Maybe it was because she bandaged his head more times than she could remember.

Maybe it was because he was tall.

Maybe it was because of his light, soft hair.

Maybe it was because he was really smart.

Maybe it was because he was good with his hands.

Maybe it was because of his minor speech impediment.

Maybe it was because half of the times she saw him he was lugging around the largest crescent wrench she'd ever seen.

Maybe it was because of all those reasons and a thousand more.

Whatever it was, Janet Fraiser was in love with Sergeant Siler.

But it was so many kinds of wrong. She knew it was so many kinds of wrong.

It was wrong because they worked together.

It was wrong because he was enlisted and she was an officer.

It was wrong because he was her patient more often than not.

It was wrong because she might have been tempted to hold him for recovery a little too long.

It was wrong because she didn't know what she would do with herself if there was nothing she could do for him.

There were a thousand reasons why she should risk everything. There were a thousand reasons why she should just set down his dinner tray and walk away.

. . . . . . . . .

She set down his dinner tray. "Here you are, Sergeant," she said with a smile.

He shifted the tray and picked up the fork. "Thank you, Ma'am," he replied with that impediment.

She glanced at the monitor he was connected to, pretending to check his vitals. "Anything for you, Sergeant." She said it light enough that he took it as a joke, even though she wasn't quite sure that it was.

He smiled.

Maybe it was because of his smile.

It was wrong because of . . .

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