The Stargate name and original characters belong solely to MGM, Double
Secret and Gekko Film Corp.
The title has been 'borrowed' from a Stephen King novel.
However the storyline and any new characters that follow belong to me;
© Victoria C.L Forsyth 2002 (AKA Gekko23474)
PART TWO
A Stargate SG-1 Story
Sam couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. This feeling had been with her ever since Jack had gone. Maybe it had been there before, maybe when after Daniel had left them. In the space of a year, SG-1 had been cruelly reduced from four to two. Four and a half months ago Daniel Jackson had 'ascended'. No matter how you put it, Daniel Jackson had left them. Then fate dealt an even crueller hand, Colonel Jack O'Neill had died in Sam's arms one month ago, on a planet far away from home. Not by enemy hands, but killed by a ruptured aneurysm. Sam had cradled him as he slipped away, only to discover his true feelings for her. She wore the ring he had left for her, carried the letter he had written for her, treasured every last memory she had. So different from the cool, unflappable Major Samantha Carter, the lynchpin of SG-1, the calm voice of reason. Maybe what had thrown her was Jack's posthumous declaration of love. Long before this, the rule of no relationships within ranks, kept them at arms length. Now, to coin a phrase of Jack's; to hell with that.
Sam felt different, no mistake there. Everything had changed, her friends at the SGC treated her with kid gloves. Even Cassie, Dr Fraiser's adoptive daughter, edged around Sam, like she was made of glass and would break at the slightest word. Their regular Saturday chess games, had lost their fun side, Cassie watched Sam with sadness.
General Hammond gave Sam more personal time than she knew what to do with. Time she split between her own home and Jack's cabin. She had begun to feel even more at home at Jack's. He had been right, it was relaxing. Sam smiled as she looked at the fishing rod, maybe one day, she thought out loud. On more than one occasion Teal'c came back to the cabin with her. Sam felt safe with Teal'c around Over the last month, the big man had been a constant source of friendship and support. Teal'c had changed too, it was like he wanted to protect Sam.
There were no offworld missions for her or Teal'c. Other SG units went through the Gate, although less frequent than before, Dr Fraiser still wanted to rule out the link between the cause of Jack's death and Gate travel. Sam helped her sometimes, compiling data, gathering samples, questioning returning teams.
Teal'c ventured through the Gate to visit his family. He had informed Bra'tac of Colonel O'Neill's death. Bra'tac had sent a token of his condolence back with Teal'c, Sam was grateful.
The only thorn was the SGC's inability to contact Jacob. Sam's father was on a mission to bring to safety far flung groups of Tok'ra operatives. Sam was secretly relieved, she wasn't sure she could handle her father's open concern for her right now, she just needed some time to come to terms with the loss, time to herself.
Sam moved around the base like a lost soul, even the motorcycle she was building lay neglected. She seemed to belong here and not belong. Never before could she recall feeling this lost as an adult. As a child yes, the loss of her mother had torn her apart, but as an adult, no. At least not until now. Not until Jack O'Neill had slipped away from her.
Late at night, as she searched for sleep, Sam imagined she could hear him, hear his "Ya Think ?" or his exasperated retorts of "For Crying Out Loud !" or "Damn it Daniel !" Every morning Sam would awaken, looking forward to a new day until she realised she was on her own again.
Still that feeling of unease.
Sam had awoken with the same wave of nausea, of panic. Every morning, the same feeling. She hated feeling so low, so depressed. The feeling of losing control. Reaching over for the glass of water on her night stand, Sam took a gulp and slowly got up from her bunk.
She dressed quickly and left her quarters, hoping to catch Janet before the day started properly.
"Hey Sam." Janet said as her friend walked into the Infirmary. She noticed how Sam always seemed to look nervous in here. "Janet." Sam attempted to look relaxed. "What can I do for you ? Are you sleeping OK ?" "Apart from the dreams. Actually they're more like nightmares." Sam confided, "But I'll grow out of them." "I hate to ask this, but any headaches Sam ?" Janet asked. Sam shook her head, "No." Jack had been the only one who had the headaches, Sam thought, the real headaches, not the ones caused by too many ribbon devices or sarcophagus trips. "Are you eating ?" "Junk." Sam said with a smile, "Daniel got me onto Fifth Avenue Bars. Now it's all I can face." Janet raised her eyebrows, "Nausea ?" Sam looked at her, "Too many candy bars. How Daniel did it I'll never know. Actually yes, Janet, every time I wake up. It goes on all day, then by supper I'm starving for real food." Janet walked over to a shelf and pulled down a box of needles. "Sam, I want to get some blood. Will you let me do that ?" "Sure." Sam replied, "Janet, what do you think this is ?" "I think stress, Sam. Anyone who's been through what you've gone through, is going to react somehow." Janet actually had another suspicion, but didn't want to alarm Sam until she was completely sure.
There was no doubt. Janet checked the results twice over, to be sure. "Oh Sam," she said to herself. Janet decided to search out Sam, rather than page her to the Infirmary. She found her friend sat in Jack O'Neill's quarters. The irony was not lost.
"Hi Sam." Janet said. "Hi Janet, come in, sit down." Janet chose the chair nearest the desk. Sam stayed on the bed. "Sam, I've got your results back." Janet paused. "You have ?" Sam asked, absentmindedly. "Yes. Sam, listen to me." Janet needed Sam's full attention. "I'm listening." Sam replied, holding a photograph of SG- 1 in her hands. "Sam, this isn't just stress. You're..pregnant." Sam suddenly snapped to attention. "I'm what ?". Suddenly this wasn't her secret anymore. "About four and half months, to be exact." Janet said, watching Sam carefully.
"You're kidding." Sam said, but her voice was flat. Four and a half months, three days after Daniel's ascension, Sam and Jack, after a few bottles of wine..Neither of them had wanted to be alone.
Sam was silent for a moment, "I knew, Janet. I've felt different. I guess I just thought it was stress, a reaction to what had happened. I even thought that if I wasn't showing any outward signs, I'd be OK. I didn't want to think for one moment I was could actually be pregnant."
"Some people don't show, until much further on. Sam, I checked your results twice."
Sam smiled, "I don't doubt that Janet, but hearing you say it, makes it even more real, like its no longer just a thought in my own mind." Janet looked at her friend.
"It's Jack's, Janet. The timing is right, our first time, not long after we lost Daniel..." Sam paused, trying to gather her thoughts. Then the tears began to fall.
"He'll never know, Janet, he'll never know. I was pregnant when he died, and I didn't want to believe it." Janet went over to take Sam in her arms. She held her while she cried.
Sam was exhausted, she couldn't even count the tears she'd cried. She lay down in Jack's quarters, trying to make sense of recent events. As she left the Infirmary, Teal'c had greeted her in the corridor, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him her news. Sam stared at the ceiling, being in here brough her closer to Jack. On the base anyway. Off base, she preferred the calm of Jack's cabin, his haven..her haven, she corrected herself.
That was something else to get used to, Jack's home, her home. She could've gotten used to it if she was sharing it with him, but he had in effect bequeathed it to her. She thought of the countless times Jack had asked her to go fishing with him. He'd asked everyone to go fishing with him, even Thor. The cabin by the lake was Jack's life and it felt like the only place Sam could really feel close to him. After all, it was here he retreated to the most. Suddenly an absurd thought popped into her head, The cabin, the lake, it wouldn't be safe for a child. Maybe while the baby was still in a crib, or a playpen, but not when he or she started toddling. Not such an absurd thought, no certainly not absurd. More realistic. A child, Jack's child. Sam allowed herself a rare smile. An oasis of joy in a desert of grief. She was carrying Jack O'Neill's child. A few years ago, Sam would never have even considered a relationship with him, not least because it was against the rules, but even if it had been approved of, a relationship with Colonel Jack O'Neill just couldn't be envisaged. How times changed, thank you Daniel, Sam thought.
Still, just to have Daniel and Jack back again, to have SG-1 complete, Sam would happily swap her life now, for that to happen. Sam found her mind wandering back to the first meeting with the foundling SG-1, more accurately meeting Jack. Then came meeting Daniel and finally the turnaround of Apophis' First Prime, Jaffa, Teal'c. Over the years that followed, the four of them had been there for each other, seen many amazing things, met multitudes and been hurt or temporarily killed more times than they cared to remember. Sam had wished for a sarcophagus when Jack had died in her arms, but it had been too late, too quick, too much irreperable damage caused by the aneurysm. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride..
TO BE CONTINUED....
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Stick with it, less angst, more..well..go to Part Three and READ ON FCOL ! (
© VICTORIA C.L FORSYTH AKA Gekko23474
PART TWO
A Stargate SG-1 Story
Sam couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. This feeling had been with her ever since Jack had gone. Maybe it had been there before, maybe when after Daniel had left them. In the space of a year, SG-1 had been cruelly reduced from four to two. Four and a half months ago Daniel Jackson had 'ascended'. No matter how you put it, Daniel Jackson had left them. Then fate dealt an even crueller hand, Colonel Jack O'Neill had died in Sam's arms one month ago, on a planet far away from home. Not by enemy hands, but killed by a ruptured aneurysm. Sam had cradled him as he slipped away, only to discover his true feelings for her. She wore the ring he had left for her, carried the letter he had written for her, treasured every last memory she had. So different from the cool, unflappable Major Samantha Carter, the lynchpin of SG-1, the calm voice of reason. Maybe what had thrown her was Jack's posthumous declaration of love. Long before this, the rule of no relationships within ranks, kept them at arms length. Now, to coin a phrase of Jack's; to hell with that.
Sam felt different, no mistake there. Everything had changed, her friends at the SGC treated her with kid gloves. Even Cassie, Dr Fraiser's adoptive daughter, edged around Sam, like she was made of glass and would break at the slightest word. Their regular Saturday chess games, had lost their fun side, Cassie watched Sam with sadness.
General Hammond gave Sam more personal time than she knew what to do with. Time she split between her own home and Jack's cabin. She had begun to feel even more at home at Jack's. He had been right, it was relaxing. Sam smiled as she looked at the fishing rod, maybe one day, she thought out loud. On more than one occasion Teal'c came back to the cabin with her. Sam felt safe with Teal'c around Over the last month, the big man had been a constant source of friendship and support. Teal'c had changed too, it was like he wanted to protect Sam.
There were no offworld missions for her or Teal'c. Other SG units went through the Gate, although less frequent than before, Dr Fraiser still wanted to rule out the link between the cause of Jack's death and Gate travel. Sam helped her sometimes, compiling data, gathering samples, questioning returning teams.
Teal'c ventured through the Gate to visit his family. He had informed Bra'tac of Colonel O'Neill's death. Bra'tac had sent a token of his condolence back with Teal'c, Sam was grateful.
The only thorn was the SGC's inability to contact Jacob. Sam's father was on a mission to bring to safety far flung groups of Tok'ra operatives. Sam was secretly relieved, she wasn't sure she could handle her father's open concern for her right now, she just needed some time to come to terms with the loss, time to herself.
Sam moved around the base like a lost soul, even the motorcycle she was building lay neglected. She seemed to belong here and not belong. Never before could she recall feeling this lost as an adult. As a child yes, the loss of her mother had torn her apart, but as an adult, no. At least not until now. Not until Jack O'Neill had slipped away from her.
Late at night, as she searched for sleep, Sam imagined she could hear him, hear his "Ya Think ?" or his exasperated retorts of "For Crying Out Loud !" or "Damn it Daniel !" Every morning Sam would awaken, looking forward to a new day until she realised she was on her own again.
Still that feeling of unease.
Sam had awoken with the same wave of nausea, of panic. Every morning, the same feeling. She hated feeling so low, so depressed. The feeling of losing control. Reaching over for the glass of water on her night stand, Sam took a gulp and slowly got up from her bunk.
She dressed quickly and left her quarters, hoping to catch Janet before the day started properly.
"Hey Sam." Janet said as her friend walked into the Infirmary. She noticed how Sam always seemed to look nervous in here. "Janet." Sam attempted to look relaxed. "What can I do for you ? Are you sleeping OK ?" "Apart from the dreams. Actually they're more like nightmares." Sam confided, "But I'll grow out of them." "I hate to ask this, but any headaches Sam ?" Janet asked. Sam shook her head, "No." Jack had been the only one who had the headaches, Sam thought, the real headaches, not the ones caused by too many ribbon devices or sarcophagus trips. "Are you eating ?" "Junk." Sam said with a smile, "Daniel got me onto Fifth Avenue Bars. Now it's all I can face." Janet raised her eyebrows, "Nausea ?" Sam looked at her, "Too many candy bars. How Daniel did it I'll never know. Actually yes, Janet, every time I wake up. It goes on all day, then by supper I'm starving for real food." Janet walked over to a shelf and pulled down a box of needles. "Sam, I want to get some blood. Will you let me do that ?" "Sure." Sam replied, "Janet, what do you think this is ?" "I think stress, Sam. Anyone who's been through what you've gone through, is going to react somehow." Janet actually had another suspicion, but didn't want to alarm Sam until she was completely sure.
There was no doubt. Janet checked the results twice over, to be sure. "Oh Sam," she said to herself. Janet decided to search out Sam, rather than page her to the Infirmary. She found her friend sat in Jack O'Neill's quarters. The irony was not lost.
"Hi Sam." Janet said. "Hi Janet, come in, sit down." Janet chose the chair nearest the desk. Sam stayed on the bed. "Sam, I've got your results back." Janet paused. "You have ?" Sam asked, absentmindedly. "Yes. Sam, listen to me." Janet needed Sam's full attention. "I'm listening." Sam replied, holding a photograph of SG- 1 in her hands. "Sam, this isn't just stress. You're..pregnant." Sam suddenly snapped to attention. "I'm what ?". Suddenly this wasn't her secret anymore. "About four and half months, to be exact." Janet said, watching Sam carefully.
"You're kidding." Sam said, but her voice was flat. Four and a half months, three days after Daniel's ascension, Sam and Jack, after a few bottles of wine..Neither of them had wanted to be alone.
Sam was silent for a moment, "I knew, Janet. I've felt different. I guess I just thought it was stress, a reaction to what had happened. I even thought that if I wasn't showing any outward signs, I'd be OK. I didn't want to think for one moment I was could actually be pregnant."
"Some people don't show, until much further on. Sam, I checked your results twice."
Sam smiled, "I don't doubt that Janet, but hearing you say it, makes it even more real, like its no longer just a thought in my own mind." Janet looked at her friend.
"It's Jack's, Janet. The timing is right, our first time, not long after we lost Daniel..." Sam paused, trying to gather her thoughts. Then the tears began to fall.
"He'll never know, Janet, he'll never know. I was pregnant when he died, and I didn't want to believe it." Janet went over to take Sam in her arms. She held her while she cried.
Sam was exhausted, she couldn't even count the tears she'd cried. She lay down in Jack's quarters, trying to make sense of recent events. As she left the Infirmary, Teal'c had greeted her in the corridor, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him her news. Sam stared at the ceiling, being in here brough her closer to Jack. On the base anyway. Off base, she preferred the calm of Jack's cabin, his haven..her haven, she corrected herself.
That was something else to get used to, Jack's home, her home. She could've gotten used to it if she was sharing it with him, but he had in effect bequeathed it to her. She thought of the countless times Jack had asked her to go fishing with him. He'd asked everyone to go fishing with him, even Thor. The cabin by the lake was Jack's life and it felt like the only place Sam could really feel close to him. After all, it was here he retreated to the most. Suddenly an absurd thought popped into her head, The cabin, the lake, it wouldn't be safe for a child. Maybe while the baby was still in a crib, or a playpen, but not when he or she started toddling. Not such an absurd thought, no certainly not absurd. More realistic. A child, Jack's child. Sam allowed herself a rare smile. An oasis of joy in a desert of grief. She was carrying Jack O'Neill's child. A few years ago, Sam would never have even considered a relationship with him, not least because it was against the rules, but even if it had been approved of, a relationship with Colonel Jack O'Neill just couldn't be envisaged. How times changed, thank you Daniel, Sam thought.
Still, just to have Daniel and Jack back again, to have SG-1 complete, Sam would happily swap her life now, for that to happen. Sam found her mind wandering back to the first meeting with the foundling SG-1, more accurately meeting Jack. Then came meeting Daniel and finally the turnaround of Apophis' First Prime, Jaffa, Teal'c. Over the years that followed, the four of them had been there for each other, seen many amazing things, met multitudes and been hurt or temporarily killed more times than they cared to remember. Sam had wished for a sarcophagus when Jack had died in her arms, but it had been too late, too quick, too much irreperable damage caused by the aneurysm. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride..
TO BE CONTINUED....
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Stick with it, less angst, more..well..go to Part Three and READ ON FCOL ! (
© VICTORIA C.L FORSYTH AKA Gekko23474