Spoilers: Um.don't think there are any.
Season: Any, but before the end of Season 5.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the characters, or a Stargate. They all belong to MGM, Gekko Corp, etc, the lucky muffins. So, no infringement intended.
Impossible Results
"Okay, all done," Dr. Janet Fraiser told her friends. SG-1 had got back from a mission only a few hours before - a very long mission. The offworld DHD had cut out for some reason while in the middle of a radio transmission to Earth, and it had taken Sam about two weeks to get it back up to return home. Even before that, the team had been on the same planet for about four weeks recovering some ruins and decifering them as well as locating areas suitable for naquadah mining.
"Thanks, doc," Jack said. "It's been a pleasure having a needle stuck in my ass, as per always." Janet laughed.
"Thank you, Colonel," she said. The team began to put on their jackets again ready to leave as a lab assistant rushed in and handed Fraiser some lab results.
"Doctor, there's something you should see," she said, turning the pages of the file. "Here."
Janet gazed at it, and lowered her voice so that SG-1 wouldn't overhear.
"Are you certain these are Major Carter's results?" she asked.
"Positive, ma'am. We checked five times."
"Okay. Thank you."
The lab assistant nodded, and returned to the medical labs as SG-1 began to leave.
"Sam," Janet called, catching her before she exited the door.
"Yeah, Janet?"
"Could I have a word?"
"Oooh, sounds serious," Jack remarked, not realising it was. Janet gave him a look which told him she needed to talk to Sam alone. He took the hint. "We'll...see you a lunch, Carter."
Janet watched as they left, then turned to Sam.
"So, Janet, what is it?" Sam asked.
"I need to ask you, have you had any sickness in the mornings, any stomach cramps, anything like that?"
Sam paused to think.
"Now that you mention it, I've been feeling a bit off for the last couple of weeks," she said. "But...that was atmospherical conditions, right?"
"Sam, is your period due yet?"
Sam gave her a confused look.
"It's a bit late, but I haven't really thought anything of it," she said. "What exactly are you hinting at, Janet?"
The doctor sighed.
"Here, take a look at these," she said, passing the file. Sam took it, and read the results. She stared at them, stunned.
"This can't be right," she said.
"I'm afraid they're conclusive," Janet said. "They were checked five times by the lab techs."
Sam shook her head.
"No, I can't be pregnant!" she said. "Someone's made a mistake here."
"Okay," Janet said slowly, "then let me a run a few more tests."
"Alright," Sam replied. "But I'm really not pregnant."
Janet nodded, hoping she was right.
Sam made her way to the mess hall, way more than confused.
'They've got it wrong,' she told herself silently, 'there's no way I could possibly be pregnant! It must have been the analysis intruments or something.'
"Carter!"
Jack's voice made her jump.
"Colonel," she said, "hi."
"What was all that about in the Infirmary?" Jack asked.
"Dr Fraiser just needed to check some of her test results." Kinda true.
Jack looked skeptical. "C'mon, Carter, it looked more serious than that."
Sam sighed, weighing up whether or not to tell him.
"Maybe we should go into my office?" Jack suggested. Sam nodded gratefully.
Once there, Jack closed the door, and sat on the edge of the desk as his 2IC fumbled for words. He watched her as she spoke.
"Janet thinks that...um...she thinks I'm pregnant."
"What?" Jack was taken aback. "Pregnant?!" She heard the shock in his voice; and beneath that, did she sense something deeper? ...Dismay?
"Sir, there is absolutely no possible way I can be pregnant."
"So you haven't...?"
"Sir!"
"Sorry, sorry, none of my business, I know."
Sam sighed. "Look, Colonel, it must have been the Infirmary instruments. I mean, nothing's infallible, right?"
There was a pause as Jack studied Carter carefully.
If she is pregnant, he thought, why am I so surprised at this? She's the most attractive, smart, amazing woman I've ever met. But then...how can I doubt her?
"Yeah," Jack replied. "That's what it must have been...the Doc's instruments."
"Hey, Jack, wait up."
"Yo?"
Jack turned, and waited for Daniel to catch up.
"What's up with Sam?"
"Carter? Oh, y'know..." -he exhaled- "women's stuff."
"Y'know, Jack, I just don't buy that."
Jack sighed, and they stopped.
"I'm not supposed to say anything..."
"Jack, c'mon," Daniel said - pleaded.
"Fraiser seems to think Sam might be...um...slightly pregnant."
Daniel appeared to miss Jack's slip-up on Sam's name as he took in the last part of the sentence.
"SLIGHTLY PREGNANT?!"
"Hey, keep your voice down," Jack hissed. "Carter assured me there was no possible way she could be."
"And you believe her?" At Jack's look, he added, "No, really, I'm asking whether you believe her or not."
"What else am I suppose to do, Daniel? Tell her she must be lying because she's so damn--"
Jack stopped himself before he came out with how he really felt. Daniel gave him a funny look.
"Anyway, Daniel, don't mention it. She seemed more confused than I was today, and you know how confused I get."
Daniel nodded.
"Let me know if...anything happens," he said.
"Sure," Jack told him, and Daniel turned and walked back towards the Mess Hall, looking as if he was wondering whether or not he had lost his glasses in his jello.
Jack watched him go, then made for his quarters.
Today was just too weird.
Sam lay on her bed, still fully dressed in fatigues. One arm was bent, resting on her pillow next to her head; the other lay lightly across her stomach.
I am so confused. How is this possible?
She shifted position. She felt weird - was that just confusion, unease? Or was it...
I can't even bring myself to think it. What if Janet's right? This could be the end of my career! The end of everything I hoped for with Jack! But nothing has happened! How--
There was a light knocking at the door.
"Sam?" Daniels voice came softly through. "You awake?"
Awake? Of course I'm awake. Oh, Daniel, leave me alone...
"Look, Jack told me about what Dr Fraiser said. I just want you to know we won't think any less of you, okay? We--"
"DAMMIT DANIEL!" Sam yelled. She vaulted from the bed and yanked open the door. "I AM NOT PREGNANT!"
"Working late, Doc?"
Janet Fraiser span round from her microscope, startled.
"Colonel," she said, "you scared me there." She looked at her watch as Jack walked further into the room. "2300 hours," she murmured. "I didn't realise." Her attention returned to Colonel O'Neill, who was now leaning against the doorpost of Janet's office.
"What can I do you for, Colonel?" the doctor asked, perching herself on the side of the work surface.
"It's about Carter," Jack said.
"Ah," Janet responded. "Did she tell you about the test results?"
"Yeah, she did. Are you sure they're not wrong?"
"Well, I guess there's a chance they could be wrong," Janet told him, standing up with a sigh. "Which is why I'm working overtime."
Jack nodded.
"Anything I can do?"
"Be there for her," Janet replied. "She obviously trusts you enough to confide in you. Tread carefully, though - if what she says is true, she must be incredibly confused."
Season: Any, but before the end of Season 5.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the characters, or a Stargate. They all belong to MGM, Gekko Corp, etc, the lucky muffins. So, no infringement intended.
Impossible Results
"Okay, all done," Dr. Janet Fraiser told her friends. SG-1 had got back from a mission only a few hours before - a very long mission. The offworld DHD had cut out for some reason while in the middle of a radio transmission to Earth, and it had taken Sam about two weeks to get it back up to return home. Even before that, the team had been on the same planet for about four weeks recovering some ruins and decifering them as well as locating areas suitable for naquadah mining.
"Thanks, doc," Jack said. "It's been a pleasure having a needle stuck in my ass, as per always." Janet laughed.
"Thank you, Colonel," she said. The team began to put on their jackets again ready to leave as a lab assistant rushed in and handed Fraiser some lab results.
"Doctor, there's something you should see," she said, turning the pages of the file. "Here."
Janet gazed at it, and lowered her voice so that SG-1 wouldn't overhear.
"Are you certain these are Major Carter's results?" she asked.
"Positive, ma'am. We checked five times."
"Okay. Thank you."
The lab assistant nodded, and returned to the medical labs as SG-1 began to leave.
"Sam," Janet called, catching her before she exited the door.
"Yeah, Janet?"
"Could I have a word?"
"Oooh, sounds serious," Jack remarked, not realising it was. Janet gave him a look which told him she needed to talk to Sam alone. He took the hint. "We'll...see you a lunch, Carter."
Janet watched as they left, then turned to Sam.
"So, Janet, what is it?" Sam asked.
"I need to ask you, have you had any sickness in the mornings, any stomach cramps, anything like that?"
Sam paused to think.
"Now that you mention it, I've been feeling a bit off for the last couple of weeks," she said. "But...that was atmospherical conditions, right?"
"Sam, is your period due yet?"
Sam gave her a confused look.
"It's a bit late, but I haven't really thought anything of it," she said. "What exactly are you hinting at, Janet?"
The doctor sighed.
"Here, take a look at these," she said, passing the file. Sam took it, and read the results. She stared at them, stunned.
"This can't be right," she said.
"I'm afraid they're conclusive," Janet said. "They were checked five times by the lab techs."
Sam shook her head.
"No, I can't be pregnant!" she said. "Someone's made a mistake here."
"Okay," Janet said slowly, "then let me a run a few more tests."
"Alright," Sam replied. "But I'm really not pregnant."
Janet nodded, hoping she was right.
Sam made her way to the mess hall, way more than confused.
'They've got it wrong,' she told herself silently, 'there's no way I could possibly be pregnant! It must have been the analysis intruments or something.'
"Carter!"
Jack's voice made her jump.
"Colonel," she said, "hi."
"What was all that about in the Infirmary?" Jack asked.
"Dr Fraiser just needed to check some of her test results." Kinda true.
Jack looked skeptical. "C'mon, Carter, it looked more serious than that."
Sam sighed, weighing up whether or not to tell him.
"Maybe we should go into my office?" Jack suggested. Sam nodded gratefully.
Once there, Jack closed the door, and sat on the edge of the desk as his 2IC fumbled for words. He watched her as she spoke.
"Janet thinks that...um...she thinks I'm pregnant."
"What?" Jack was taken aback. "Pregnant?!" She heard the shock in his voice; and beneath that, did she sense something deeper? ...Dismay?
"Sir, there is absolutely no possible way I can be pregnant."
"So you haven't...?"
"Sir!"
"Sorry, sorry, none of my business, I know."
Sam sighed. "Look, Colonel, it must have been the Infirmary instruments. I mean, nothing's infallible, right?"
There was a pause as Jack studied Carter carefully.
If she is pregnant, he thought, why am I so surprised at this? She's the most attractive, smart, amazing woman I've ever met. But then...how can I doubt her?
"Yeah," Jack replied. "That's what it must have been...the Doc's instruments."
"Hey, Jack, wait up."
"Yo?"
Jack turned, and waited for Daniel to catch up.
"What's up with Sam?"
"Carter? Oh, y'know..." -he exhaled- "women's stuff."
"Y'know, Jack, I just don't buy that."
Jack sighed, and they stopped.
"I'm not supposed to say anything..."
"Jack, c'mon," Daniel said - pleaded.
"Fraiser seems to think Sam might be...um...slightly pregnant."
Daniel appeared to miss Jack's slip-up on Sam's name as he took in the last part of the sentence.
"SLIGHTLY PREGNANT?!"
"Hey, keep your voice down," Jack hissed. "Carter assured me there was no possible way she could be."
"And you believe her?" At Jack's look, he added, "No, really, I'm asking whether you believe her or not."
"What else am I suppose to do, Daniel? Tell her she must be lying because she's so damn--"
Jack stopped himself before he came out with how he really felt. Daniel gave him a funny look.
"Anyway, Daniel, don't mention it. She seemed more confused than I was today, and you know how confused I get."
Daniel nodded.
"Let me know if...anything happens," he said.
"Sure," Jack told him, and Daniel turned and walked back towards the Mess Hall, looking as if he was wondering whether or not he had lost his glasses in his jello.
Jack watched him go, then made for his quarters.
Today was just too weird.
Sam lay on her bed, still fully dressed in fatigues. One arm was bent, resting on her pillow next to her head; the other lay lightly across her stomach.
I am so confused. How is this possible?
She shifted position. She felt weird - was that just confusion, unease? Or was it...
I can't even bring myself to think it. What if Janet's right? This could be the end of my career! The end of everything I hoped for with Jack! But nothing has happened! How--
There was a light knocking at the door.
"Sam?" Daniels voice came softly through. "You awake?"
Awake? Of course I'm awake. Oh, Daniel, leave me alone...
"Look, Jack told me about what Dr Fraiser said. I just want you to know we won't think any less of you, okay? We--"
"DAMMIT DANIEL!" Sam yelled. She vaulted from the bed and yanked open the door. "I AM NOT PREGNANT!"
"Working late, Doc?"
Janet Fraiser span round from her microscope, startled.
"Colonel," she said, "you scared me there." She looked at her watch as Jack walked further into the room. "2300 hours," she murmured. "I didn't realise." Her attention returned to Colonel O'Neill, who was now leaning against the doorpost of Janet's office.
"What can I do you for, Colonel?" the doctor asked, perching herself on the side of the work surface.
"It's about Carter," Jack said.
"Ah," Janet responded. "Did she tell you about the test results?"
"Yeah, she did. Are you sure they're not wrong?"
"Well, I guess there's a chance they could be wrong," Janet told him, standing up with a sigh. "Which is why I'm working overtime."
Jack nodded.
"Anything I can do?"
"Be there for her," Janet replied. "She obviously trusts you enough to confide in you. Tread carefully, though - if what she says is true, she must be incredibly confused."
