Unplanned

Spacegypsy1

Sequel to Good Plan – Sam and Jack ignore the obvious

A/N: Sorry for the long delay in updating...I forgot! And thanks to childofspacegypsy1 for all the help - sorry you had to read it three or more times!

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Okay, bad idea to beam her to Washington while she was asleep. It was all Daniel's fault as far as Jack was concerned. What kind of friend would let a man do that?

Sam woke up just as the beam landed them in his apartment, immediately taking off for the bathroom she started throwing up. And yelling at him every time she stopped.

"This is the craziest thing…" She paused puking again and Jack slapped a hand to his head. "…thing you have ever done! You can't just beam people in and out! Nobody even knows I'm gone! That's irresponsible."

"Daniel knows. He was there. He said it was okay."

"Oh, great! That makes everything right as rain. You target who you want and beam them away – with Daniel's permission, of course." She stopped a moment thinking she was going to throw up again. Taking a deep breath, Sam gave him a hard, disgusted look. "You can't beam people around at your whim!"

"I like beaming. I think beaming's great. Everybody should be able to beam wherever they want to go." Jacks's brows scrunched and he cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong with you?"

Sighing, Sam turned her back and heaved ineffectually. "I'm sick and you just beamed me away."

He stood in the doorway to his bathroom and wondered what he should do now. "Well, you've never gotten beam-sick before! How is this my fault?"

"Beam-sick!?" She washed her face with a cold cloth before turning to glare at him.

"Are you okay?"

"No. Get out. And get me a way home. I have to be at work tomorrow." She lowered herself slowly to sit on the cool tile of the floor, holding the cloth to her mouth.

"No you don't. I checked."

Eyes narrowed, Sam threw the washcloth at him. "You think the Daedalus is your personal chauffer? You've had one to many Guinness' mister, and your brain is pickled."

"I have to go to work in about four hours. Can we can this until after that? You need some rest. I need some rest. I'll make an appointment for you at Walter Reed tomorrow." Jack lowered himself to the floor beside her.

"I have no intention of seeing a doctor. It's a stomach virus. It has to run its course. And you'll probably get it. And I'm glad!"

"Come on." He stood again, holding out a hand to help her up. "Let's go to bed. You can kick my ass tomorrow."

Taking the offered hand she let him pull her up. "I will." She smacked him across the arm for good measure. "I can't wait until you start puking your guts out in front of the IOA."

"Oh, yeah. They're gonna love that." Relieved she only had a stomach virus he leaned in for a kiss.

One hand shot up to cover her mouth. "Don't kiss me! I just threw up." Jerking her other hand loose from his, Sam grabbed her toothbrush from the holder and the snatched the toothpaste off the sink. "You left the top off again!"

"I'm going to bed." He grumbled.

"I'll be there in a minute." She bit out and closed the door behind him.

He'd left the lamp on on her side of the bed. Sam smiled, but turned away so he couldn't see it. She ransacked the dresser draws until she found her nightgown and knowing he watched her she took her time undressing before she slowly lowered the short satin sleepwear over her body. Ha! That'll teach him!

He flipped the covers back for her, then put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling.

She settled in, fluffing her pillow and turning her back to him. "What were you thinking, Jack?"

"It was unplanned."

Turning to her back she stared at the ceiling, too. "Am I hot?"

"You've always been hot." He answered honestly.

Picking up his arm by the wrist she placed his hand on her forehead.

"Oh, that. No."

"I feel good."

"That you do."

"I think I'm better now." She turned her face towards him.

He scooted her way, placed his arm around her and brought her against his side, kissing her forehead. "How much better?"

"A lot better."

"It's safe to kiss you?"

"Apart from the fact that I'm mad as hell at you, and the fact that you're unplanned little kidnapping has me all out of sorts, you have to go to work in three and half hours."

"I only need thirty minutes."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

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When his alarm went off he woke to find Sam smiling down at him a cup of coffee in her hand.

"I'm sorry," He muttered, tossing the covers back and getting up.

"What? I didn't hear that." Putting the cup in his hands, she left the room calling over her shoulder. "I'm fixing breakfast. Then I'm heading back. I'd rather be here when you have more free time."

"You're cooking?"

"No. I'm toasting frozen waffles."

"Oh, good."

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"Samantha?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright?" Vala had rushed ahead to join Sam on point as SG-1 made their way from the Stargate toward the city.

"I'm fine. Don't believe everything the boys tell you. I'm not moody."

"I didn't think you were moody. And what do they know that I don't? Because they haven't told me anything. I just think you look a little pale."

Grinning, Sam turned her gaze to Vala. "Oh. Daniel says I'm moody."

"He didn't tell me that."

"I had a little stomach virus. It's gone now. I feel great."

"And you and Jack?"

Looking back to be sure 'the boys' were far behind, Sam whispered. "We're fine. It's a roller coaster with him."

Vala waved her hand around in an up and down motion. "Hmph."

"And you and my archeologist friend?"

"What?"

"You seem to be doing a lot together lately."

"Oh, that. Posh! He's teaching me to read Latin."

"Is he, now? Interesting."

"Not really. Very boring stuff, that Latin." Pulling at the threads of her jacket, Vala kept her head down.

Sam stopped, held her hand up, and waited. Vala twirled her pigtail and grinned as Daniel approached, followed closely by Teal'c and Cam.

"Carter, what is it?" Cam folded his arms over his P-90.

"I'm not sure. Don't you think it odd that no one has come to meet us?"

"Analysis of the data indicates they are using the Stargate. There is also evidence of space travel to their moon."

"But they have no DVDs." Vala added with a pout.

Cam took a last look around, then pointed towards the Stargate. "I say we scrub this mission and head back. I got an uneasy feelin'."

"Probably because you're on the General's shit list." Daniel grinned back at Cam.

Vala took Sam's arm. "Samantha? Are you okay?

The other three turned towards a pale and shaking Carter.

"Alright, that's it. We're outta here. Jackson, dial home."

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"They're like a family of meerkats, all huddled together out there, with one on the outside keeping watch. Should I let them in?" Carolyn Lam placed her stethoscope around her neck and studied her friend.

Sam, hands lying limply across her stomach over the cool mint colored sheets, only nodded. She didn't feel sick. Just a little scared. "Carolyn, wait!"

The doctor turned back towards her patient with a quizzical look.

Sam straightened her cover, smoothing the edges into place. "You won't tell Cam right now, will you?"

"No. I don't have to give him a report for days. I'll tell him I'm running some test."

"Thanks."

"Sure."

Just as Carolyn reached the door, Sam blurted out, "What are you going to tell them?"

"Nothing. You're fine. Not a thing to worry about, actually you're in excellent condition." Smiling, Carolyn waved the others in.

They filed in like a group of third graders going to see the principle. Vala fidgeted, looking worried. Cam was concerned, but grinning idiotically as if he wasn't. Teal'c was his usual stoic self, always waiting for the news before reacting. But Daniel looked everywhere except at her. He knew. Somehow he knew! She could just strangle him for being so close to her that he'd guessed it long before she did. Damn him anyway.

"So, doc, what's the verdict?" Cam finally asked, crossing one arm tight on his chest and the other held behind his back.

Vala grinned, coming up and gently rubbing a finger across Sam's hand. Daniel remained at the outside, head down and hands in pockets.

"She's fine. Healthy and nothing to worry about. I might run a few more tests, but she's ready to go. I don't suggest she dash off world for a few days."

"Ah, man, that's great news." Cam pulled the hand from behind his back and presented the patient with a cup of blue Jell-o.

Sam smiled and accepted the gift. "Thanks, I'm starving."

"When does she get out? I suppose it's not contagious? Can she go to the mall tomorrow? We have plans. I thought…"

"Vala." Daniel shot a tight smile towards Vala. "Later."

Pouting, Vala sat on the side of the bed. "Sorry."

Gaze lifting slowly from Vala to Daniel, Sam pulled her lips in tight to keep the 'I know you know' smile from escalating. Daniel wasn't able to stop the responding grin that clearly said, 'I know you know I know', so he looked away.

"It's not contagious, well not to everyone."

Daniel's head snapped back at the jab. "Yeah, well, there are those of us who know how to…protect ourselves from catching things like that."

"Yes, but there are those of us who take…medication…to protect ourselves from certain things and then it happens anyway. You take allergy medication, but you still sneeze your head off at times. You know, you can't always plan ahead, sometimes things just don't follow plan A." Sam gave him a smug smile. "There's always plan U… unplanned."

For an instant his bravado failed and his expression looked worried, but he recovered quickly, "Pfft" his only reply.

Vala fiddled with Sam's pillow, straightening it. "Well. I won't catch it, because I have a very good immune system and I don't get…whatever it is you've got…I'm immune to almost every disease the Tau'ri can dream up. Me and Muscles. We don't catch your Earth things." Shifting around, she nodded to Teal'c, "Right, Muscles?"

"Indeed." He bowed slightly.

While the others mingled around, Daniel approached the bed, leaned in and kissed Sam's ear. "Congratulations." He whispered.

"Alright, you guys, let's get outta here so the doc can do her voodoo. We've got a briefing in thirty minutes. See you at dinner, Carter." Cam started waving everyone out.

Taking a tight hold of Daniel's hand, Sam smiled at the others.

"I'll be there in a minute." Daniel called out, but no one seemed concerned.

Once the others were gone, Sam looked her friend in the eyes. "Daniel, did you happen to mention your thoughts to Jack?"

"Yep."

"And?"

"He blew it off."

"Oh. Not good. He's going to blow a gasket!"

"I doubt he has any left."

Sam snorted, it was a confirmation. "I never expected this. I swear, ask Carolyn, I've taken birth control for years."

Daniel did the 'Daniel's embarrassed, feet shuffle, head down, neck pink' reaction.

"So. You guessed? And expressed your concerns? And then…the whole taking precaution tirade. That tells me you know about me and Jack. And that there's something definitely going on with you and Vala."

"I didn't say that!" It came out like a thirteen year old boy in the middle of a voice change.

"You didn't have to!"

"You need to call Jack."

"Quite changing the subject."

"You know, you need to get a plan."

"Oh, really? I didn't plan on having a plan. Every thing is unplanned! I'll call Jack when I want to. I have to plan on what to say!"

"Well, don't get so riled up about it! It's not my fault!"

"I beg to differ!"

"Oh, god! How the hell did I get in the middle of it!?"

"You told him to beam me out of Vala's."

"I doubt you got pregnant last night!"

"That's enough!" Carolyn pulled Daniel from the side of the bed. "Calm down." She looked at Sam. "You told him?"

"He guessed."

The doctor studied Daniel a moment. "How does a book worm end up guessing something like that?"

Scowling in Carolyn's direction, Daniel answered smugly. "I read a lot."

"Go. Get out. You're upsetting my patient."

"Why the hell is everyone mad at me?" He threw a hand up, then pointed at Sam's stomach. "It's not like I'm responsible for THIS!"

"Pfft! Give me your cell phone. I'm calling Jack."

Jerking the phone from his pocket, Daniel handed it over, muttering under his breath, "It's about time. He's the culprit, not me."

Carolyn and Daniel remained silent as Sam dialed the number.

"No you can't call me back. I have to talk to you right now!" She rolled her eyes at whatever he said. "No! Now! I want you to beam right here. Right now. To the infirmary, bay 2, bed … four." She huffed at his response. "Jack, I'm not interested in what the President wants. Beam in." Pulling the phone from her ear, she winched, holding it out. Both Carolyn and Daniel could hear the garbled rant. Sam put the phone back to her ear. "I don't care what I said about beaming in and out. Get your ass here. Right now!" She snapped the phone closed and grinned at Daniel. "He's on his way."

"Good. I better go. See you at dinner."

"Sure. Keep your mouth shut!"

"Whatever."

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"What, Carter!?" Jack shouted as soon as his vocal cords rematerialized.

"Oh, nothing. I missed you." Sarcasm dripped like warm honey.

"What happened? And why the hell are you in the infirmary. I thought you were better."

"Much better, thank you very much. I think Carolyn wants to talk to you."

Jack tried to keep his face impassive and unworried, but she knew him to well.

Before he could respond, he heard Doc call out, "Who? Me? You tell him."

Leaning over to get a peek at Carolyn who lurked in the corner of the room, Sam insisted. "Ah, no. You're the doctor. You tell him."

"What? Tell me what?" Jack's head jerked back and forth in tennis match succession.

The doctor studied her instruments. "I've got to get this set up. SG-12's coming in with injuries. You'll have to tell him."

"I'm not telling him!"

"WHAT!?"

Sam's eyes grew rounder at his bellow. She buried her hands in her face. "I can't Carolyn. You have to tell him."

"If somebody doesn't tell me soon, heads are gonna roll!"

"Your secret wife is pregnant." Doc was pointing a mean looking scalpel in his direction.

He did a double take, shook his head a few times, shuffled his feet and slammed his hands in his pockets. "God damn it to hell, this is all Daniel's fault!"

Peeking at him through her splayed fingers, and with a high pitched giggle she told him, "That's what I said."

"We planned." He seemed to whine.

"I know."

"You assured me we were…covered."

"I know."

"What the hell happened?"

"I got pregnant, Jack."

"How?"

Pointing at Carolyn, Sam smiled.

Carolyn's mouth fell open and her eyes grew large. "Well it's not my fault! I prescribe. You take. That's all I can do."

When Sam looked back at Jack, he was grinning like a fool. "Sometimes the unplanned are the best plans. The kid can push me around in my wheelchair. Feed me soup and give me my medicine. I just want to know how Daniel knew."

"He has baby radar. He says it's because he reads so much." Carolyn rolled her med tray to an empty bed. "You can leave now, Sam. You might want to be out of here when the smelly, bloody ones arrive."

"Aw, boy. Right." She tossed the covers aside, shimmied into her BDU pants under the gown, turned her back and pulled her T-shirt over her head, picked up her boots and jacket and crooking a finger at Jack she sauntered out.

Hesitating at the door, Jack looked back. "You're sure about this, Doc?"

"Oh, yeah."

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There was a long, 'pregnant' pause between the two. Finally, Jack spoke up, first clearing his throat. "Carter? You gonna put your boots on?"

"Oh. Ah. I guess I should." Sam stopped in the middle of the corridor and slipped one boot on while standing on the other foot. She giggled softly, laced the boot and did the other one.

"You're just eaten up with happy aren't you?" Jack had placed a hand on her back for support and he rubbed it up and down her spine.

"I don't hear you crying." She stood straight and turned to face him, smiling brightly.

"Hmm. I know it's what you've wanted for a long, long time. It might take me a while to get used to the idea. It's been a while. And I'm old, Carter."

"Well, you can start hanging out with Larry King or Clint Eastwood. They were both 'old' when they had kids. Or more kids." She looked away a moment in thought. "Jack? You're not…well…"

He placed a hand gently on her face. "No. I'm happy. Really. It's, well, like I said, gonna take some getting used to."

"We should tell the guys. Daniel won't be able to hold out too much longer."

"Oh, he can keep a secret if I threaten him. But no sense in holding out on the others. I need to talk to Hank and I guess I should let the President know, he hates it when he's the last to find out."

They walked along side by side, quiet again. Then she giggled, until she had to stop walking, and she broke into a full blown, joyous laugh.

Placing an arm around her back, Jack squeezed her tight. "I'd have a hundred more just to see you so happy."

Sam burst into tears.

"Carter?" Jack, confused, concerned, and dumbfounded, pulled her into his arms.

Looking up, she grinned. "I can't help it. I'm so happy. And overwhelmed. And hungry. Jack, I'm hungry."

"Come on, we'll grab a table and wait for the others." Arm around her shoulder, they walked the hallways oblivious to the odd stares from the people they passed.

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Having finished half her dinner by the time her team arrived, Sam asked Teal'c to get her more chicken. When Vala plopped down in a chair Sam asked her if she minded getting her another roll and butter. Then when Mitchell set his tray on the table she swiped his cola no sooner than he'd set it aside.

"Ach! No soda's. Bad for you." Jack passed the canned drink back to Mitchell.

"You okay, Carter?" Mitchell slowly sank into his chair. "You kinda look all glowing and…and sorta pale."

"Ask Daniel!" Jack snapped as the archeologist took his seat.

"Ask me what?"

Mitchell turned, frowning towards Daniel. "What's wrong with Sam?"

Daniel shrugged.

"Something's wrong?" Uneasy, Vala looked at her friend.

Teal'c leaned forward. "You are unwell?"

"No. I'm just…well…I'm…It's just that…I've…"

Jack threw both hands up in the air. "Pregnant! With child! Knocked up! Bun in the oven…"

"SamanthaCarter, you are expecting?"

Jack raised a brow at Teal.

"Well, who the hell's is it?" Mitchell was incredulous. And clueless.

Everyone looked at him.

"What? Is it some big secret? I didn't even know she was datin' anyone. She's either workin', off world or off to visit General… aw, damn. Sorry, sir."

Everyone broke into laughter, and hugs and congratulations.

"A baby." Vala sighed and smiled longingly at Daniel.

"Now look what you've done." Daniel glared at Jack.

"Me! This is all your fault! You're the one who insisted I get off the fence. This coming from a man who builds fences. And advises his friend to beam his wife all over the place!"

"I did not…wife? I didn't know she…you…" Daniel looked crestfallen.

"Ha! You don't know everything!"

"Well, I've got better sense than to…" He stopped suddenly, head whipping around to Vala who sat beside him. He'd assumed…

Vala was biting her lip with brows scrunched up tight.

"Oh, shit!" He sprang from the chair, reached and taking Vala by the arm he pulled her up. "We need to talk."

Mitchell watched them leave. "What's that all about?"

Jack rested an arm around the back of Sam's chair and lounged back. "Plans. Making plans. Daniel's always planning late. Ever notice that?"

TBC - Bad Plan. C/C and team.