Jack

"Come on, let's get you back to sleep," I tell Sam when we finally get her home. It's only a few hours before morning, but she's only got a few hours of sleep so far.

"I don't think I can sleep," she says.

"Sam," I sooth.

"I just…I want to keep checking…what if I start bleeding, and don't notice it?"

I cut her off, "You need sleep to. The baby needs sleep. Wasn't that one of the things you were supposed to do? Rest?"

"I know, I just….hold me?" she pleads.

"Yeah," I say.

I only takes a few seconds for Sam to fall asleep. I feel like I need to get up and move, but I don't dare disturb her so I lay there for twenty minutes until she rolls over. Then I slide out of bed and head down to the kitchen.

The light is on, but I know Jacob's heard my steps on the door so I just walk in. "Want some cake Jack?"

"Actually no, I have a…cake thing."

He raises his eyebrows waiting for an explanation.

"It's classified."

"The reason you hate cake is classified?" he asks dubiously.

"Actually yes," I say.

"What kind of crazy crap are you into?" he asks. I start to answer him, but he waves me off with his hand, "I know, deep space radar telemetry."

"Jacob there is something classified, but I feel like you should know as much as I can tell you. Sam isn't going to tell you, and you need to know." His eye are on me, "It's about how this kid was conceived."

Both of his hands are flying through the air, "I do not need the details on that one."

"No, I know, but you do sort of. See we were on a mission together. I'm sure you've guessed that we were on the same team, and that I was her commanding officer. Our team was exposed to a mind altering chemical. Made people act without thinking, primary impulses, and all that. Most people fought, in fact two people died fighting. But Sam and I didn't fight." I haven't been looking at him throughout this confession, but I look up now to see if he gets what I mean. I can see he does. "She got sick before me, so she blames herself. 'Cause at first I was still with it enough to say no. Then the chemical started to influence me too. So she thinks what she did was…" but I can't say the word Sam uses for what she did to me, especially not to her father, "she thinks what she did to me was really bad. But it was because of the chemical. Anyway, when it was over I didn't want her leaving the team to date me, and she didn't want that either. So that's how we ended up having a baby and then not dating until a month later. I just wanted you to know your daughter isn't a 'slut'." I spit the word back at him with more venom than is strictly necessary.

"I know, I shouldn't have called her that. I was just worried."

"About?" I ask.

He looks at me, "That you wouldn't be sticking around."

"I'll be around. Even if Sam and I don't work out, and I really hope we will. I'll be around."

He nods, acknowledging, although not necessarily believing my comment. "Who's Charlie?"

I'd hoped he wouldn't ask, but I know we were talking about Charlie in the car, and front seats and back seats are not that far apart.

"He's my son."

He doesn't look particularly surprised, "How old is he?"

"He would have been ten by now…he died a year and a half ago."

Jacob looks like I just slapped him.

"My wife left me not long after. The divorce has been legal for awhile, so you don't need to worry about that.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he says, and he really does look sorry, "How did he die?"

Another question that I REALLY wish he wouldn't ask. "He accidently shot himself." I add in the accidently only when I'm leaving off the 'with my gun.' On the one hand, I don't want people to think Charlie was suicidal; on the other hand, I don't want anyone to exonerate me as the cause of my son's death. I'm guilty as hell. Jacob Carter is perhaps one of the only people that I don't want to know about the guilt. I want him to trust me-with his daughter, and grandkid. Even if I can't quite trust myself.

"That is horrible," Jacob says.

I nod my head, and suddenly wished I was up in bed with my arms around Sam.

"Jack, I'm sure you were…and will be…a great Dad."

"Thanks," I say. Even though he's wrong on the first count I'm hoping he isn't on the second.

Daniel

"Hey Sam," I greet warmly. She looks awful, but I'm not going to mention it. The idea of the pregnancy has been quite a shock to her, and I'm pretty sure she's been doing a lot of throwing up.

"Hey," she says sounding more than just sick, sounding…depressed.

"Is everything ok?" I ask.

"Just had a rough weekend."

"Your dad does not deserve you."

She looks at me surprised.

"Oh, it wasn't his fault I had an awful weekend," she clarifies.

"Jack?" I ask in surprise.

"I almost lost the baby."

"Oh, my God Sam," I say.

"It's probably ok now," she says with a weak smile, "You know where Jack is?"

"No, what do you mean probably?" I say concerned.

"Just a bit higher risk of miscarriage, we have this test, so if you see Jack, tell him I'm in the infirmary," she almost walks away, before she adds, "for the test. Make sure you don't freak him out."

I debate going with Sam, who plainly needs someone, instead I go on a search for the guy Sam really needs to be there for her.

Janet

"How was your weekend?" I ask as Sam comes into the room. In the months since the Broca Divide incident, the two of us have become friends. I know that she has been dreading telling her father for a long time. She doesn't say a word, just hands me a folder. I open it up. Medical records. Her medical records.

"Oh Sam!" I say. I look up, and she looks scared.

"They said I should have more testing done today."

"Of course, you know there is still a really good chance that the baby is going to be just fine."

"Yeah," she says with a faint smile.

"Don't you want Jack to be here?"

"I can't find him."

"I can call the General to page him."

She shakes her head hard, "You call him to the infirmary without information and he will freak out. And you can't give him information that would cause him to not freak out without telling everyone we are pregnant. And Jack doesn't want people to know yet."

"And you do?" I ask.

"Daniel's looking for Jack. But I need to know the results of this test, like right now," she says changing the subject.

"Ok,we just need some blood work."

Sam

"I got your results," Janet says just as Jack bursts through the door with Daniel behind him.

"Sam, I'm sorry, Daniel said you were doing the tests. I took that "72 hour" thing seriously, and we had two hours left. I was looking into moving trucks to rent."

"Hold it you're moving?" Janet asks.

"I am…probably, it's not for sure yet," I say giving Jack a glare like he ought to remember this.

"I thought you'd decided to stay in Colorado Springs," Daniel says sounding really disappointed.

"Uh, we talked about my moving into Jack's house," I say feeling a smile creep across my face.

"That's fast," Daniel says with his eyebrows raised.

"Separate bedrooms, Danny boy. We decided to do this so I don't have to miss out on pregnancy related stuff, and in my effort to hurry the move, I almost missed out on the most important pregnancy stuff of all. Have you done the test yet?"

I nod, "Janet was just about to give us the results."

I'm sitting on the exam table with my legs dangling off one side. He jumps up next to me, and grabs my hand, "Ready Doc."

"These results are very good," she tells us with a smile, "The best we can hope for. I wouldn't be too worried. With the results you got in D.C. and the ones we have here it doesn't look like we have much to worry about."

"Can you give me a percentage?" I ask.

"What?"

"What's the percentage chance I'll lose this baby?" I ask not looking at her.

She puts the folder down, "I think there is at least a 90% chance of carrying this baby to term."

"Really?" Jack says.

She nods.

"Janet…we can handle the truth," I protest

"I'm telling it to you. These are really good numbers."

I hop off the table, and give her a hug.