A/N: Okay this is update is part of the reason why I brought back Sam and Jack. Cause I think they need an actual "ending". And since no one guessed who screamed, I guess you'll all just have to wait until I feel like telling you. But I will say this, if you guessed Luka and Sophie, you're wrong.
So questions: What did Naomi do to Todd? Who is the blasted saboteur who is still causing problems? Who screamed? When will the blasted mating/wedding/etc happen? When will Atlantis finally leave the Milky Way and get back to the Pegasus? Is Pegasus the ending of the story? What do I have in store for you and everyone else?
Stay Tuned...
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J.R.
Recap:
Medical
"That report goes to me, Doctor McKay and Colonel Shepherd, Timmons. No one else." Sophie ordered quietly as she watched Keller pull on her sunny smile and take a deep breath. "No matter who else asks for it. And hand in a hard copy report, not an email or anything on a computer. Understood?"
"Doctor McKay will object."
"He'll get over it."
Security Holding Cell
Abruptly, she slid into the v of his legs and trapped his head between hands. "You will answer every single question I want to know." She promised darkly.
And then all Todd knew was darkness.
Episode 11 Part 2
Resident Wing Rota's Quarters
"She's alright Luka." Lief smiled, picking up his worried nephew and propping him on his hip. "She got into the shielded section just in time. The ride was a bit bumpy for her though so she's getting checked out by medical and as long as there's nothing seriously wrong, she can come home in a little bit."
Meeting the fellow soldier's eyes, Ronon lifted an eyebrow in question and received a small shrug in reply. "You headed back to Medical?" The Satedan asked.
"She asked for Luka."
Silently nodding, Ronon backed up to let them go but stopped when Luka caught his shirt in a small hand. "Momma hasn't had anyone but me and the family and SG1 in a long time. She doesn't know what to think about you and doesn't want to inconvenience you but will be sad if you don't show up."
"Trust a little one to cut through all the BS and ego trips." Lief chuckled.
"Luka," his grandfather chided gently, pulling on a shirt reluctantly. "You're supposed to let him learn that on his own. All new mates have to learn each other."
Confusion drew his little golden eyebrows together. "But momma says that if I know something that would help someone and they won't get offended I should tell them." Turning a troubled gaze on the Satedan, Luka frowned. "Did I offend you?"
Ronon pulled him from his uncle's arms and hugged him in answer. "Let's go get your mother before she has to break out of medical."
Medical
Biting the inside of her mouth had become a bad habit recently. She would be turning the inside of her mouth into ground meat at this rate, Sam thought watching the busy nurses and doctors clear person after person. Luckily it seemed most of the injuries were only bruises or like herself in need of some extra oxygen. Nothing that couldn't be handled in a few minutes.
But she hadn't left when one of the nurses told her she could go. She couldn't. Not yet. The churning of her stomach wouldn't let her.
"Sam?" Sophie asked, rounding the corner behind her. "You okay?" The smaller blond looked down. "You're rubbing your stomach."
Forcing a smile, Sam turned. Her eyes widening in alarm as she looked at her young friend. One arm was in a cast, half her face was black and blue, her torso was bandaged from sternum to hip and she was dragging around the IV pole that was tethered to her. "What happened to you?"
"Game of lacrosse with Lief and Gunnr, and everyone here is so happy to play doctor." She snorted. "I'm fine but I let them give me an IV with a vitamin shot and a mild pain killer. They just won't let me leave until someone can take me back to my quarters for some sleep." The younger woman shrugged and winced slightly.
"Liar." Sam rolled her eyes.
Shrugging, Sophie took a place on the wall next to her. "Don't change the topic. What's got you hanging around medical?"
The thumb that had been rubbing her stomach of its own accord stilled. Ever since Janet died, Sam hadn't really had anyone in the medical profession that she could talk to without sounding nuts, even for an SG member at times. And it was hard finding female friends that she could talk to. How did you tell Sally that you met in a grocery store, whose only worries were taking her son to his music lessons or her daughter's latest obsession with the tattooed boy at school, that you went off-world and had a best friend who was an alien? How did you explain to your regular doctor, who despite being military and having clearance, that you missed a period and were afraid that you might have some condition from everything that you've been through?
"Stomach has been upset for a couple days." Sam finally said.
Wincing, Sophie reached up and lay her wrist on her mentor's forehead. Frowning in concentration she moved it to the back of Sam's neck. "No fever."
"Does that test actually work?" The general teased.
"Don't argue with the mother." She shook a finger at her with a teasing smile. When Sam's own smile fell away, Sophie's eyes widened and her mouth formed an O. "That kind of upset."
"I'm not sure."
"And don't want it on record until you are sure?" The engineer guessed. "But since you are rarely off base anymore it's kind of impossible to be sure unless you go on record with a base doctor because something like an EPT could give a false reading especially with how much you've been through in your life and career?"
Sam sighed, nodding. "You're good."
"Have mom examine you," Sophie suggested. "She's cleared in medical even though she's more holistic and more of a researcher now. And she's a midwife. She was my doctor throughout my pregnancy and delivery. She had Gran are heading up the medical botany team so anything she does in medical isn't automatically added to official medical files."
"But it's too soon." Sam sighed, leaning her head back against the wall behind her. "We haven't even been married more than a couple of months. We've talked about kids but I was assured that with everything that has happened to me it would be next to impossible without medical intervention to get pregnant. On top of what Jack's been through? All his physicals said he shouldn't be able to have kids. It was mathematically impossible."
"So you didn't bother with any form of birth control because why bother and oopsie?"
Nodding, Sam rubbed her face with her palms, threading her fingers into her hair.
A hand patted her shoulder gently. "Have mom examine you. Then, either way, talk to Jack." A moment later a shoulder bumped her side. "Maybe it's just a stomach bug. Or cancer."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Back in a hospital bed. Because Medics are bossy.
"I do not need to sit here like an invalid." Sophie groused as Jennifer bent over her, staring into her eyes with one of those blasted annoying penlights in hand. "I don't have a concussion. I have had enough to recognize the signs. I don't have any injuries that require me to stay."
"Shut up, kid." Jack chuckled softly from his own bed next to hers. "You're ruining my beauty sleep."
The good doctor only smiled, prodding the discolored area under Sophie's eye. "You both have bad habits of getting into trouble the moment you get out of sight." She almost sang at them. "So you both stay in bed until someone more responsible than you can keep an eye on you."
Scowling at her, Jack sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed before hauling over one of the tables on wheels over and digging out a deck of cards from some of the thousands of pockets that seemed to cover every inch of his fatigues. "Got a problem with us playing cards, doc?"
"Nothing more exciting than rummy."
Blowing a raspberry at the blond doctor, Sophie twisted to collect her hand. "You're no fun, Jennifer!"
"I'll come discharge you when an adult shows up for you." Jennifer teased, picking up her tablet before she moved on to her next patient.
"Got any threes?"
A groan erupted from Jack as he held out two cards. "You've got to be cheating." He grumbled.
"Or you just suck at cards, papa bear."
Resident's wing. Kara's quarters.
One thing Kara had always loved was babies, although she would never admit it. Whiny, crying, things. And that was just the parents. She would never admit it because of two very important reasons. Her husband and the fact that they were both Furling. If she hadn't put her foot down at three children, he would have wanted to have his own football team worth of children and, being Furling herself, they were quite capable of it. She had refused to have more than three children while they were still on Earth. Now she had to modify that mandate to "while they were still under Earth's oversight." Three was bad enough to worry about if you could be found out as being alien on Earth at any time. Humans had a tendency to be so speciesist.
Although the ones she had met at the SGC and on Atlantis seemed to be more open to the not quite human.
It was frustrating either way. Furlings tended to have big families, and big tended to be massive to the modern human eye. It had been so much easier to hide when humans were okay with families that neared a dozen children.
But that desire for more little ones was mitigated somewhat by the very many things she had studied and specialized in. Midwifery, neonatal medicine, ob-gyn, and much more. And it had come in handy with her own children.
So when Sam, her daughter's friend, mentor, and at times protector, came to her to ask for an exam because she thought she might be pregnant Kara couldn't help the little flip of joy that occurred in her belly.
Sam had explained her worries based on her history of health, torture, radiation, and so on. Instead of worrying along with her, Kara had fixed her a cup of tea. "Why don't you tell me what made you jump to the pregnancy conclusion?"
"I'm getting motion sick." Sam sighed, taking the tea. Normally she hated tea, but for some reason once Kara was brewing it and she had the steaming cup in her hand, the warm steam smelled so soothing that she couldn't help just breathing it in for a moment before she gave in and took a tiny sip.
Kara eased into the seat across her desk from Sam with a small groan. "My bones don't seem to like space." She said explaining. "I'm always cold."
"Jack said after negotiations are done we should be planet-side within a few hours."
"Will you be going to the talks with the locals, too?"
Snorting, Sam shook her head. "I could. But Jack and Daniel make a surprisingly good team and he caught me throwing up the past few mornings so banned me from leaving the city and the convenient medics."
Smiling, Kara pulled open one of her drawers and pulled out the airtight tin that was hidden in the false bottom of a deep drawer. Opening it, she placed it next to the teapot before taking one and her own teacup. Motioning to it in offer, she leaned back in her comfy chair. "What do you mean motion sick?"
Taking a deep brown cookie, Sam groaned as the crunchy morsel filled her mouth. "Gingersnaps. I haven't had them in years." She took another. "I never have had issues on ships moving through atmo or space. But now I can feel Atlantis moving despite the inertial dampeners."
Nodding, Kara took a nibble of her cookie. "Out of the ordinary in a non-friction environment like space." She acknowledged. "Any other symptoms that as far as you know couldn't possibly be attributed to your medical history or anything else?"
"Well, nothing has happened recently to make me sore all over and nauseous in the morning. I haven't been doing combat training since I suspected pregnancy. Fatigue is normal though, I don't really sleep when I get into my work." Sam mentally ticked off how she was feeling, relaxing into the soft chair. This was nothing like the exams that she had ever been through before, and certainly, nothing like she had expected. And she said so.
"Expectant mothers, no matter how often they have been through all the trappings that go with pregnancy, are always nervous with a new caregiver," Kara answered. "I try to make it as calm as possible. We'll get to the tests and the hard proof after tea. But I can already tell you that you are pregnant."
"What?" Sam's eyes widened. "How?"
"Your baring."
"Excuse me?" Eyebrows drawing together, Sam looked every inch confused. It was an odd feeling. She was normally very quick on the uptake. So being a step behind someone's thinking process was frustrating.
"The military walk," Kara explained. "Everyone who has ever been in the military has a version of it. Navy and marine walks are are stiff but they roll just a bit like they're compensating for movement on ships. If you had ever been assigned to a boat in your air force career that might explain a little bit of the shift in the way you walk, but you haven't. Your hips have already begun to relax to allow for the changes you'll be going through and it changes the way you walk. But that does mean that you're further along than you thought."
"But I've only missed one period," Sam whispered.
"And let me guess," Kara smiled kindly. "The last one was light spotting?"
Sam nodded dumbly.
"Let's do that blood test and physical exam and I'll be able to tell more definitely how far along you are. I suspect that with how physically active you are, you've actually skipped most of the nausea and will always be smaller in your pregnancy."
I'm pregnant. Slowly breathing out, Sam was having a hard time coming to grips with this new reality that was just dropped in her lap. Her mind spun like a dizzy child on a merry-go-round who had a bit too much sugar. But no matter where it roamed it kept coming back to one question. How do I tell Jack?
