I know it's been an EXTERMELY long time since I last added a chapter to this story, but like I said before, I've been busy. Busy trying to find my muse! Have you seen him anywhere? He's big, scaly, got wings, gold, breathes fire? Seen him? He responds to the name 'Draco' so drop a line if you happen to see an adult dragon that speaks with an English accent, and knows some French. Without further ado, the story.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate or any of the characters. Darn.
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Chapter 5: Sam shifted on the couch, rousing Jack from his sleep next to her.
He looked down into her sleeping face, wondering what could be troubling her. She had been calling out all night in her sleep, saying something about the baby and how 'he' couldn't know.
Whoever 'he' was, Jack was going to stay by Sam's side, not matter what anyone thought.
"Jack. . . . . ?"
He looked down at her, Sam's aqua eyes gazing up at him.
"What are you still doing here?" She said softly, not wanting to offend him.
"I didn't want you waking up in the morning alone, in a strange place," he responded, carefully pushing back a lock of blond hair.
"This is my own home, Jack. . . but you're right. And I'm glad you're here."
"Hey, Sam. . . you were talking in your sleep," Jack said as she began to rise, suddenly stopping, rigid in her upright position.
"What did I say?" She asked warily, praying it wasn't what she thought it was.
"You were saying something about a baby and saying that 'he' couldn't know. What I want to know,Sam, is, who is this 'he' you were talking about? Can you tell me? Do you remember?" he was gently prodding her, she knew, but she still wasn't sure how she should tell him.
"I don't know where to begin."
"Just try."
"When we were in O'Malley's today, I had a black-out."
Jack nodded in agreement.
"I didn't tell you about what I remembered. What I remembered was the very first time that we were ever at O'Malley's. You know, the time that we had the armbands? I also remembered how we had that big fight and how you stood up for me when that guy was getting in my face."
"I get the feeling that you're not telling me everything you know, Sam," Jack smiled faintly.
"I know. I remembered that night, the night after the Za'tarc testing."
"Oh." Jack looked down at his hands, suddenly embarrassed.
"Jack," he looked up at her, "what I'm about to say next may make you want to leave."
"I don't care- whatever it is, Sam, we're in this together," he emphasized the together.
"I'm pregnant, Jack."
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"SIR, WE HAVE TO GET HER MEMORY BACK!"
"Jack, why are you being so damn insistent?"
"I can't tell you that, General."
"You better, Colonel, because if you don't, I'll have no choice. . . "
". . .but to call the Tok'ra, sir. I KNOW that the memory recall devices that they have will help her. Why can't you understand this? Why can't you understand why it's so important to me?" Jack begged.
"I'd understand more if you told me what was going on between you and Major Carter."
Jack stopped in the beginning of a protest, his mouth open. General Hammond leaned forward on the desk, his chin resting on his fists.
"I thought that would shut you up, Jack. Everyone on this goddamn base knows that there's something between you two. Maybe you don't realize it yet, but we all have and are counting on you," the General smiled.
"Sir?"
"Jack, I thought you were a lot smarter than this! I mean, from all your years hanging out with Major Carter, you think you would've learned something by now, but no. You haven't," Hammond smiled and leaned back in his comfy chair.
"I'm still in the dark about what you're talking about, General. And you KNOW I don't like the dark," Jack crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Hammond. "Counting on me to what?"
"You'll figure out sooner or later, Jack," Hammond turned in his chair to survey the bookcase behind his head, "you're dismissed."
"But sir!"
"DISMISSED!"
Jack stalked out of the room, his boots pushing into the ground forcefully with every step. Hammond laughed, and lifted out of his chair. Walking over to the window that looked into the Gate Room, he smiled, beckoning to the sergeant that had happened to catch his watchful eye.
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Jacob/Selmak nearly flew down the ramp as raced to General Hammond.
"Where is she? Where's my baby?! I want to see her right now, George. I swear! Dammit! She lost her memory! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
George reached a comforting arm over the Tok'ra's shoulder. He spoke softly because he was sure that someone might be listening.
"It's all part of the plan, Jacob, it's all part of the plan."
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Sam leaned back against the wall in her quarters in SGC, a pamphlet book of some kind in her hand. She closed her eyes and sighed. What the General had up his sleeve was the craziest thing that she had ever been a part of.
Lying to Jack, she thought, how can I do that to him? Why would the General want me to do something like that to Jack? I don't even remember half the stuff I'm supposed to remember, how can he ask me to be part of this crazy scheme of his?
"HEEEEEEYYY, Sam!!"
Sam jumped, quickly shoving the book underneath her pillow before Jack came in.
"Jack?!," Sam smiled at her supposed CO's behavior, "Why are you so upbeat?"
"You'll never guess! Never ever guess!" Jack took her hands, pulling her off the bed and twirled her around the room.
"Jack!" She laughed. "Just tell me!"
"Well, I know this may be hard for you to understand, but someone very important is here. Someone who can help you get your memory back," Jack stopped dancing, and put his hands lovingly on her face.
"Who?" She asked questioningly.
"Your dad, Sam."
"How can he help me?"
"It's a long story, but I can explain it to you on the way!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.
She took one last glance at the pillow, shook her head, and left with Jack.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Stargate or any of the characters. Darn.
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Chapter 5: Sam shifted on the couch, rousing Jack from his sleep next to her.
He looked down into her sleeping face, wondering what could be troubling her. She had been calling out all night in her sleep, saying something about the baby and how 'he' couldn't know.
Whoever 'he' was, Jack was going to stay by Sam's side, not matter what anyone thought.
"Jack. . . . . ?"
He looked down at her, Sam's aqua eyes gazing up at him.
"What are you still doing here?" She said softly, not wanting to offend him.
"I didn't want you waking up in the morning alone, in a strange place," he responded, carefully pushing back a lock of blond hair.
"This is my own home, Jack. . . but you're right. And I'm glad you're here."
"Hey, Sam. . . you were talking in your sleep," Jack said as she began to rise, suddenly stopping, rigid in her upright position.
"What did I say?" She asked warily, praying it wasn't what she thought it was.
"You were saying something about a baby and saying that 'he' couldn't know. What I want to know,Sam, is, who is this 'he' you were talking about? Can you tell me? Do you remember?" he was gently prodding her, she knew, but she still wasn't sure how she should tell him.
"I don't know where to begin."
"Just try."
"When we were in O'Malley's today, I had a black-out."
Jack nodded in agreement.
"I didn't tell you about what I remembered. What I remembered was the very first time that we were ever at O'Malley's. You know, the time that we had the armbands? I also remembered how we had that big fight and how you stood up for me when that guy was getting in my face."
"I get the feeling that you're not telling me everything you know, Sam," Jack smiled faintly.
"I know. I remembered that night, the night after the Za'tarc testing."
"Oh." Jack looked down at his hands, suddenly embarrassed.
"Jack," he looked up at her, "what I'm about to say next may make you want to leave."
"I don't care- whatever it is, Sam, we're in this together," he emphasized the together.
"I'm pregnant, Jack."
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"SIR, WE HAVE TO GET HER MEMORY BACK!"
"Jack, why are you being so damn insistent?"
"I can't tell you that, General."
"You better, Colonel, because if you don't, I'll have no choice. . . "
". . .but to call the Tok'ra, sir. I KNOW that the memory recall devices that they have will help her. Why can't you understand this? Why can't you understand why it's so important to me?" Jack begged.
"I'd understand more if you told me what was going on between you and Major Carter."
Jack stopped in the beginning of a protest, his mouth open. General Hammond leaned forward on the desk, his chin resting on his fists.
"I thought that would shut you up, Jack. Everyone on this goddamn base knows that there's something between you two. Maybe you don't realize it yet, but we all have and are counting on you," the General smiled.
"Sir?"
"Jack, I thought you were a lot smarter than this! I mean, from all your years hanging out with Major Carter, you think you would've learned something by now, but no. You haven't," Hammond smiled and leaned back in his comfy chair.
"I'm still in the dark about what you're talking about, General. And you KNOW I don't like the dark," Jack crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Hammond. "Counting on me to what?"
"You'll figure out sooner or later, Jack," Hammond turned in his chair to survey the bookcase behind his head, "you're dismissed."
"But sir!"
"DISMISSED!"
Jack stalked out of the room, his boots pushing into the ground forcefully with every step. Hammond laughed, and lifted out of his chair. Walking over to the window that looked into the Gate Room, he smiled, beckoning to the sergeant that had happened to catch his watchful eye.
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Jacob/Selmak nearly flew down the ramp as raced to General Hammond.
"Where is she? Where's my baby?! I want to see her right now, George. I swear! Dammit! She lost her memory! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
George reached a comforting arm over the Tok'ra's shoulder. He spoke softly because he was sure that someone might be listening.
"It's all part of the plan, Jacob, it's all part of the plan."
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Sam leaned back against the wall in her quarters in SGC, a pamphlet book of some kind in her hand. She closed her eyes and sighed. What the General had up his sleeve was the craziest thing that she had ever been a part of.
Lying to Jack, she thought, how can I do that to him? Why would the General want me to do something like that to Jack? I don't even remember half the stuff I'm supposed to remember, how can he ask me to be part of this crazy scheme of his?
"HEEEEEEYYY, Sam!!"
Sam jumped, quickly shoving the book underneath her pillow before Jack came in.
"Jack?!," Sam smiled at her supposed CO's behavior, "Why are you so upbeat?"
"You'll never guess! Never ever guess!" Jack took her hands, pulling her off the bed and twirled her around the room.
"Jack!" She laughed. "Just tell me!"
"Well, I know this may be hard for you to understand, but someone very important is here. Someone who can help you get your memory back," Jack stopped dancing, and put his hands lovingly on her face.
"Who?" She asked questioningly.
"Your dad, Sam."
"How can he help me?"
"It's a long story, but I can explain it to you on the way!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.
She took one last glance at the pillow, shook her head, and left with Jack.
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