Author's Notes: Thanks to fra, Karendreamer and Majorcoco and all the betas for the Beta-ing!

Valentine Day Challenge, OS forum challenge Season 4, Romance, fluffy Janet/other (hint of slash) Thanks to fra, Karen and Majorcoco and all the betas for the Beta-ing!

Queen of Hearts
By Gategrrl

Janet Frasier glumly checked her wall calendar. February 13th. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. She wasn't thrilled with all the overly romantic commercials, the candy, and the hearts everywhere. She'd had a date, but the date canceled out on her due to an unexpected scheduling mix-up. It wasn't anyone from the base; it was another officer whom she'd met at one of the General's mixers.

Another possible medical emergency beckoned soon. SG-5 was due in half an hour, and she and her nurses were preparing for the usual bumps, bruises, twisted ankles, broken bones, comas... It was an exciting job for a doctor.

Sam Carter wandered in, with a diagram of something tucked under her arm.

"Janet!"

"Sam." She sighed.

Sam raised an eyebrow that immediately set Janet smiling. "What's going on?"

"My date cancelled tomorrow's dinner. That's all. It's not a big deal. I most likely would have had to break the date myself, but ..." She shrugged. Doctors' hours were rewarding, but long and unpredictable.

"That's too bad. Maybe we could make it a girls' night out?" Sam offered.

Janet shifted on her feet. "Thanks for the offer, Sam, but I think I'll hang out at home instead."

"I was on my way to the commissary. Like to join me?" Sam waved the specs toward the door in invitation.

Janet shook her head. "Next time. I have to get ready for SG-5. Thanks anyway."

Sam nodded, smiled, and left.

Once again, Dr. Frasier thought about the work/relationship catch-22 she found herself caught in. Working in a secret facility was hard on one's social life. It was harder when you were surrounded with people as dedicated as yourself, and so damned good-looking, a whole lot of them. She found herself wishing she could surgically remove her sex drive. It would make her life much less complicated.

SG-5 rolled in, with minor injuries, nothing serious, and she checked out of the mountain at an earlier than normal time.

The next morning, after a night spent tossing and thinking about Major Coburn - those eyes, those sexy lips, that natural charisma...it was hard to drag herself into work.

"Ma'am," said the airman at the first checkpoint at the front gate. He wrote her entry time into his logbook as he inspected her ID tag.

"Thanks, Sergeant," she replied. She rolled her window up. It was cold as hell this morning.

"Doctor, this was left here for you."

She rolled her window halfway back down again. The sergeant handed her a narrow, tissue wrapped package, and closed the door to his sentry office. A line of cars backed up behind her. She unwrapped the tissue. It was a long-stemmed pink rose. She sniffed its rich perfume and smiled.

She parked. The next check point yielded another tissue wrapped long stem rose, and the next, and the next, until she was holding a bouquet of eight flowers, all in differing shades of pink and red, and yellow.

"Whoa, doc, starting up a floral shop there?" Col. Makepeace poked his head into her office.

"No, Colonel. Just a mysterious admirer, I guess."

"Keep up the good work, then." And he placed some requisition forms on her desk. She could've sworn she saw a cat-eating grin on his face as he turned and left.

All day long, she found roses and other flowers placed wherever she was most likely to find them. All long-stemmed, all different colors (but mostly red). After a working lunch with a couple of nurses and the other staff doctor she headed back to her office, head buried in a report.

A flood of rose fragrance billowed out as she opened the door. Her collection of roses (and marigolds, and babies breath and mums and other assorted flora) was all organized and in vases. Very meticulous.

Nearly hidden in a corner, in the chair Janet usually used to seat nurses for reviews, sat Sam.

"Sam?" She moved a vase. "Is that you in there?"

Sam smiled. "Yes. General Hammond asked me to bring you to the briefing room."

"Did you do this?" Janet swept her arm in a wide arc.

"No, I didn't. Wish I'd thought of it. I hadn't realized you'd gotten so many flowers today. I'm jealous!"

Janet shook her head.

A short walk to the Briefing Room, and Sam stood in front of the door. "What's going on?" she asked suspiciously. "You're acting weird, even if you didn't organize all of those flowers."

"A briefing, I expect?" said Sam. "That's what happens in the briefing room." She opened the door. Janet stepped through. She stopped in the doorway shocked. General Hammond, Colonel O'Neill, Colonel Makepeace, Major Ferretti, and other officers stood around the table in full uniform. Janet glanced at her own disheveled white doctor's coat, askew air force tie, and the run she'd noticed on her left stocking leg.

"Sir?" It was then she noticed the crowd of bobbling heads in the spiral staircase stairwell.

"Major Doctor Janet Frasier," intoned General Hammond (with a definite crinkle by his eyes and a repressed grin) "We've called you here today into the Briefing Room to express our gratitude for your hard work, ceaselessly caring nature, and bull-dog tenaciousness for the health of this base and its personnel. We therefore -" Hammond gestured her forward, "-ask that you accept this SGC Commendation for Excellence in the Line of Duty. It's not an official commendation, but it is one from the heart."

Janet blinked several times, holding back tears. No wonder where all the flowers had come from. The party afterwards was large and went on for hours.

Back home, she kicked up her feet on a footstool and sighed. An almost perfect Valentine's Day. There was a knock at the front door. Spying out the front door window, she grinned, and let Major Coburn in.

She was carrying a selection of red carnations. "Sorry," she explained, "I couldn't find a single rose for miles around. They were all sold out. Forgive me?"