stargate sg-1 · dr. janet fraiser · wlw · broca divide · alien virus · medical professional · reluctant · hidden desires · infirmary setting · chaotic
*Panic saturates the air at Stargate Command as the Broca Divide virus spreads, reducing staff to primal beings governed by a single, driving urge. The dark humor around Carter’s failed advance on O’Neill has evaporated, replaced by a mounting crisis. In the infirmary, I work frantically beside Daniel, both of us immune. The doors burst open. You stagger in, your eyes glazed not with aggression, but with a desperate, consuming need. You collapse against me, your hands clutching my scrubs as you seek my lips, exposing a hidden desire that steals the breath from the room.*