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Title: Delicate Touch
Pairing: Janet/Sam
Rated: PG
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geonncannon Janet/Sam, where Janet gets to shine as a doctor/medical genius and Sam is suitably awed.
It never ceased to amaze her. The way those slim hands with their delicate fingers, could hold the balance of life or death in them. The same hands that could make her writhe in ecstasy or caress a cheek in comfort, the hands that gripped her own at night as they slept.
Those hands were now covered in blood as the doctor did her best to save a young soldier’s life. Sitting in the observation booth, Sam watched with rapt attention as slick, rubber covered fingers held onto the scalpel, slicing through tattered flesh to reach the damaged organs beneath.
The blonde had the utmost faith in woman working diligently below. Janet Frasier was not one to give up, especially when her patient was someone she wanted to say thank you to. If it had not been for the young man’s actions during the mission it might have been Sam herself on the table. With a slight shake of her head to banish the memory of what could have been, Sam focused her attention back to the table below.
She saw the doctor’s shoulders stiffen and there was a flurry of activity as she worked quickly to repair a ruptured artery. Sam held her breath and after watching the doctor work for several tense minutes she noticed Janet relax her shoulders. Letting out the breath she’d been holding the blonde slumped back from the edge of her seat. Janet looked up from her work and gave Sam a nod of her head, letting her know that the young man would pull through. The blonde beamed a smile at her partner; the doctor had once again cheated death by saving the soldier with that talented, yet delicate touch.
Pairing: Janet/Sam
Rated: PG
Prompt: from
geonncannon Janet/Sam, where Janet gets to shine as a doctor/medical genius and Sam is suitably awed.It never ceased to amaze her. The way those slim hands with their delicate fingers, could hold the balance of life or death in them. The same hands that could make her writhe in ecstasy or caress a cheek in comfort, the hands that gripped her own at night as they slept.
Those hands were now covered in blood as the doctor did her best to save a young soldier’s life. Sitting in the observation booth, Sam watched with rapt attention as slick, rubber covered fingers held onto the scalpel, slicing through tattered flesh to reach the damaged organs beneath.
The blonde had the utmost faith in woman working diligently below. Janet Frasier was not one to give up, especially when her patient was someone she wanted to say thank you to. If it had not been for the young man’s actions during the mission it might have been Sam herself on the table. With a slight shake of her head to banish the memory of what could have been, Sam focused her attention back to the table below.
She saw the doctor’s shoulders stiffen and there was a flurry of activity as she worked quickly to repair a ruptured artery. Sam held her breath and after watching the doctor work for several tense minutes she noticed Janet relax her shoulders. Letting out the breath she’d been holding the blonde slumped back from the edge of her seat. Janet looked up from her work and gave Sam a nod of her head, letting her know that the young man would pull through. The blonde beamed a smile at her partner; the doctor had once again cheated death by saving the soldier with that talented, yet delicate touch.
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