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Title: Tomorrow Starts With You by Rocketchick
Rating: 15+ Pairing: Sam/Janet
Notes: Missing scene from "A New Order, Part 2."

Promise me tomorrow starts with you.
High, by James Blunt

It's in the moment just before I kiss her that I find Perfection.

She's hot and pliant against me, one leg wrapped around my waist. I have a hand tucked under her knee, the other braced against the wall behind her.

I'd come home late and she'd waited up for me, on the couch in her old bathrobe, her loose hair tumbling haphazardly around her shoulders and her scrunched up socks dangling from her feet. I think my mouth literally watered.

"Hey, you," she said. Her voice hung low and dark in the room as she set aside her book.

"Hey," I breathed back. She reached for me in an obvious invitation, and in one swift motion I'd lifted her off the couch, hauling her off to the bedroom.

She laughed in my ear as I carried her. Her hands found purchase around my neck, against my shoulders, and her fingers were playing in my hair.

At the stairs I paused, and she shifted in my arms until she was braced against the wall. This is the precious instant that I savor, as I lean in to kiss her.

We struggle sometimes. We argue, and we sneak around under a veil of secrecy so thick it occasionally smothers us both. It's moments like this one when I remember exactly why we bother.

I can't help but hesitate, wanting to burn the imprint of this feeling on my brain: Her scent, the friction of her body against mine, the soft gasp as I tighten my grip. My eyes slide shut, and I stand there for a moment with the goofiest grin on my face.

"What is it?" she asks.

I can feel her smile, so close to my own. I am breathing her in, tasting her on my tongue from mere inches away.

"Nothing," I answer. "It's just so amazing to be here."

She makes the you're-nuts-but-I-love-you-anyway face, and shakes her head a bit.

There are so many things I want to do with her that I don't even know where to start. Those socks definitely have to go first, then the robe, and then...

Well, then, the possibilities are simply endless. I can't even help the chuckle that escapes my lips.

"Sam?" she whispers.


"You know this isn't real, right?"

For a second, I can hear the electronic chatter of the replicator ship around me, and I push it away, out of this most enticing vision. "I know," I answer, around a lump in my throat. "I just... wanted to feel this again."

Her smile is beatific, and almost - almost - real enough. "I love you."

"Say it again," I plead.

She lays a palm against my cheek, staring deeply into my eyes, making sure she has my absolute attention.

"I love you, Sam."

And finally she's kissing me, and it's so amazing that for a second I think maybe giving in to Fifth wouldn't be so bad after all.

When she pulls away, her hand slides across my cheek, and she tilts her forehead to mine. "Go kick his ass, sweetheart."

She dissolves in my arms, and I'm left in the cold, unforgiving room forged of countless tiny, sentient blocks of metal. I can feel them pressed against me, holding me captive. The loss of her touch makes me shake.

Fifth appears out of nowhere, glaring at me in apparent confusion. Then he raises his fingers to my forehead once again.

The world goes black, but I manage to hold on to one sliver of honest memory as the tendrils of his distorted affection invade my mind.

It's her face, and her smile, and they're going to see me through this, just like they always did before.

I almost feel sorry for Fifth. He thought he could make Janet my weakness; he thought he could use her against me.

He doesn't yet know that it's her strength that will make me defeat him.

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