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A/N: Thanks KoineKid for digging up this story I'd forgotten I wrote! You can thank him by reading and reviewing his stuff (best way to thank an author).
Spoilers: The Game, Quarantine and Trio. Set post-Trio.
"Doctor Keller, we have an incoming medical emergency on M4D-058," Chuck's voice came over her headset as the physician was almost out of her quarters. Looks like no breakfast for me today.
"Where?" she asked as she hurried down the corridor to the infirmary.
"M4D-058. It's a planet we encountered last year," Chuck replied with a bit of humor in his voice.
"Send the info to my tablet. Can we take a jumper?" Jennifer asked as she paused outside the transporter.
"Yes. You'll be going with Lieutenant Taggart's team."
Jennifer groaned. Great, Taggart won't stop asking me out and now I'll be stuck off world with him. She cursed whatever mission took both SGA-1 and SGA-2 off base.
This was Jennifer's first day on full duty after the incident in the Genii mine. Her mind was filled with the event afterward: the drink with Rodney. She tried to keep the physicist out of her thoughts over the last year. She even tried to force herself to be interested in someone else. I almost kissed Ronon and the first thing I felt after was guilt. Like I could betray a man who already had a girlfriend!
Everything changed when the physicist confirmed the rumors about Katie Brown leaving Atlantis. Trying her best to not be happy with his misfortune, she tried to turn on the charm when she told him he was a nice guy.
"Doctor Keller," Lieutenant Taggart's annoying voice drew her out of her memories of that day. "Nice to see you back on duty."
"It's good to be back. Let's go," she stated as professionally as possible.
When she got to the infirmary, Marie had things organized so Jennifer only needed to grab her bag and head out. The normal review of the planet was skipped because Chuck called again saying the leader was angry they hadn't come yet. Going in not knowing the situation was something she vowed never to do, but time was of the essence.
As soon as the ramp on the jumper lowered, a large man with a clean-shaven head and intense grey eyes stormed forward with clenched fists. "Where's Doctor Beckett?"
Jennifer was not prepared for the welcome and needed a moment to regain her thoughts.
Before she could speak the Lieutenant jumped in. "Doctor Beckett's gone. Now calm down, sir."
"This is the healer?" the man spat at Jennifer. "She's a child."
"I…" she tried.
"Doctor Keller is the Chief Medical Officer of Atlantis," Taggart replied hotly as his men stiffened. "She's all you're getting so take it or leave it."
Not one for diplomacy I see. Jennifer was annoyed with the treatment, but she'd been there before. "Stop posturing, Lieutenant! Who is injured and how can I help?" the physician asked in as pleasant of a voice as she muster to the man before her.
The man looked somewhat subdued. "It's my wife. I think she might be dying."
Any anger or annoyance with the man evaporated upon his confession. If his black leather clothing and muscular build could be used to determine his basic nature, she'd say he was a tough guy and that he was faced with losing a loved one. "Show the way," Jennifer said as she hefted her large bag over her shoulder. A pang of jealousy for this sick woman ran through her. Maybe someday I'll find love. Someone who'd tear a galaxy apart for me, as I'd imagine this guy would for her.
As soon as the doctor heard the screams of pain, she bolted from her escort and nearly ripped the door off its hinges as she entered the house. Bright light from gas-powered lanterns lit a large living room and led down a corridor to the room where the woman's cries emanated from.
The husband was close on Jennifer's heals and ran into her when she stopped upon entering the bedroom. A tiny, blond woman lay upon a large bed with an elderly woman holding her left hand and a younger woman with a cold cloth on her right. The woman's stomach appeared two times the size of her petite frame and Jennifer knew instantly that something was going wrong with this birth.
"You," she pointed to the husband. "Out." A nervous father-to-be had no place in this room. "Lieutenant?" she yelled.
"Doctor Keller, don't run off…"
"Call Atlantis and tell them I have a pregnant female that might need a Cesarean. I need Marie and the mobile neo-natal unit." With Teyla's impending birth Jennifer was allowed to requisition some more equipment for the treatment of babies, which they did encounter quite frequently. Especially on M7G677.
Five hours later after much explanation of how a C-section works and after bearing threats of dismemberment, Jennifer and Marie delivered two healthy baby boys to Nola and Baden.
The mother who was sedated but still coherent and her doting husband, who sat next to her watched their babies be bundled up and placed into Baden's waiting arms.
"Two sons," he gushed.
Jennifer looked at Marie and saw joy in her head nurse's face and tears in her eyes. After her own near death Jennifer had a greater appreciation for life and love. Marie's gaze surveyed the little boys and Jennifer was positive her thoughts turned to her steady boyfriend, an Air Force officer who was in charge of Atlantis' linguistics department.
Walking over to put a hand on her shoulder, she said, "Why don't you head back? I can take it from here."
"I'm fine, Doctor," Marie replied swiping at her eyes.
"Go force that idiot to propose to you," Jennifer said with a smile.
"Only if you ask your idiot on a date?"
"Already did. Next move is his," she replied, letting her guard down more than she usually did.
"Thank you, Doctor Keller," Baden said from his position next to his exhausted, but glowing wife.
"I'm glad I got here in time," she replied as she and Marie started to clean up. "What are you calling them?"
"Rod…"
"Sheppard and…" Baden cut off his wife, who lost a bit of her glow.
"Fine," she muttered and looked at the Lanteans. "McKay. He thinks Rodney is a weak name."
A new cry came from the bedroom as the CMO dropped her scanner on her foot.
TBC