Title: Bedside Manners (remix of Bedside Vigil)
Author's LJ/DWJ: minxy
Categories: Janet, Team, Drama
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Fanfic Archive Post on _minxy_'s LJ
Link to story: Bedside Manners

Why this should be read: Because it made me remember how much I adore Janet Fraiser.

This fic take place during the early years of the SGC and Janet is busy doing what doctors do - while trying to keep her temper under control. (Thanks to one Colonel O'Neill.)

Minxy writes women who are clearly awesome on a daily basis and I think she gets Janet exactly right. It's also a great view of SG-1 being anxious for a sick teammate from an "outsider" POV.

Written for the Remix/Redux Ficathon, about 1700 words.

SG-3 could probably tell she was angry by the way her heels clicked curtly down the bare concrete floor and reverberated through the halls.

SG-3 were all walking wounded, but she had to stop herself from the dismissal of their injuries as insignificant simply because they were burn wounds and not mysterious bug bites that dropped her people unceremoniously in the middle of the floor during a routine post-mission check up.

Just because it was a known entity didn't mean it was inconsequential: Johnson's glancing chest wound may have hit bone; she'd have to remove the dead skin before she could see if his ribs had been scorched, and he'd probably need a skin graft, too, which would take weeks of recovery.

Figures, he said he was fine.