1300 hours March 12:
Jack knocked politely and waited for Sam to say 'come in' before barging into the VIP suite that she was sharing with the boys. It was the one done up in blues and greens that he always thought was a little tacky but had not gotten around to having redecorated during his short tenure as base commander. If he could get Carter into the position he'd bring it up.
"Carter?" he said to her with a cautious smile. She was sitting at the table in the middle of the room, her laptop in front of her, a pencil in her hair and assorted paperwork spread out around her.
She looked up at him and smiled. "When did you get in?"
He sighed as he leaned on the wall by the door. "Four days ago. I tried to come see you before I left for DC but Landry didn't think it was the best idea given the situation."
Sam nodded. "I had my exploratory hearing. They want to talk to you as well before they decide if they will move forward. How did DC go?"
He shook his head. "It's in Maybourne's hands now. At least I can count on his loyalty to you." Jack told her.
"His loyalty to me?" She sounded surprised.
"He named his oldest daughter after you." Jack told her and smiled at the bright blush that colored her cheeks and neck.
"That's very…"
"Creepy?"
"Sweet." She corrected him.
"Well, you did give our oldest my middle name in spite of what was going on so I could see how you might see it that way." He agreed.
"Is that a dig sir?" She asked him archly.
"More of pride in your sneaky cleverness to fly that one right under the radar." He admitted which made her eyes twinkle as she got up from her seat.
She got about halfway across the room between them before her expression changed to perplexed. Jack acted entirely on instinct when her eyes went dull then rolled in her head as she slid bonelessly to the floor.
"Carter?" He yelped as he grabbed for her. "Medic! I need a medic!" He yelled towards the door as he pulled her into the recovery position and stroked her face gently. "Stay with me Carter. I need you." His voice cracked at the admission. "Medic!" Jack screamed again. His voice breaking over the word.
The SP guarding her door flung it open, took one look and slapped the PA button inside the room. Jack didn't hear what the man said, his focus was on Sam who looked pale and was unresponsive.
Infirmary staff flooded the room, carried her off and Jack followed, his expression much as he attempted to hide it, stricken.
Sam came to, swatting away Carolyn's hand as she was checking for pupil reaction. "I'm fine," she grumbled. "I'm fine." As she tried to pull away.
"Lie still Sam. General O'Neill tells me you passed out in the middle of a conversation."
Sam's face scrunched. "It was more pecking at each other but yah."
Carolyn chuckled. "I'm going to run some blood work, see if you have a virus or something. MRS can cause dizzy spells."
Sam huffed a sigh. "That would just figure. The kids probably gave me something."
"Uh huh. Any other symptoms other than the light-headed spell?"
Sam looked perplexed as though she was trying to add up a calculation that she was missing the numbers for.
Carolyn Lam tilted her head thoughtfully. "Cramps? Soreness? Short of breath? Vomiting and or smell sensitivity? Fatigue? Moodiness? Frequent urination? Bloating?"
"Carolyn, half that stuff is PMS." Sam argued.
"…Spotting?"
Sam's mouth made an O. "But... but he's…"
"Those can spontaneously reverse Sam."
Sam's eyes went wide at that point. Finally in exasperation she breathed "Oh for cryin' out loud." And her head fell back against the pillow with a small thud.
Carolyn snorted a laugh. "I'd like to see the Venn diagram of how many men that's happened to cross referenced with how many of them test positive for Alteran genetics."
Jack, in spite of being ordered not to, finally couldn't take it anymore and entered the room when he saw through the small window that Sam was awake again.
"Sir, I thought I told you I'd get you when I was done." Carolyn admonished him.
"Is she ok Doc?" Jack asked, his face a mask of concern as he looked at Sam.
"Oh she's fine sir. Saved you some money too." She quipped with a chuckle.
Jack narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"I'll get that lab work done Sam." She grinned and resisted the urge to tell them congratulations.
"I might be afraid to ask but what was that about?"
Sam took that moment to dissolve into a fit of giggles. It was just too ridiculous that of all things to happen at quite possibly the most insanely inappropriate time after they had only slept together the two times since he came back into her life. Somewhere her father who had accused Jack of bedding his daughter when they met, was laughing.
Jack stood there looking at her, his expression exasperated. "Carter." He growled. "Care to let me in on the joke?"
Sam wiped a tear of laughter from her cheek. "Well. You will not have to pay for a vasectomy reversal." She told him still snorting with mirth.
"Huh? What do you…" Jack's brain caught up with what she was getting at and he plopped down in the chair next to her bed. "…You're?"
Sam wondered if that would have been his reaction for Georgie too. He looked just floored like he couldn't wrap his head around the idea of him being biologically functional after all the damage he'd done his body over the years. "Are you… all right with this?" She asked him, finally realizing she might need to be concerned.
Without a word his hand snaked out and spread low over her belly. His expression swirled from tender to fierce. He lifted his eyes from her belly to her eyes. He swallowed. "This one starts with my name Carter."
Sam tilted her head and slowly smiled at him. "Yes they will." She promised him.
They sat like that for a long time, not talking to each other verbally. Finally Carolyn cam back. "Well, I have your blood work. I'd say you are about two weeks along Sam.
Jack had the sort of big dopy grin on his face common to excited new fathers. "Sweet." Was all he said.
Sam shook her head and smiled in amusement.
