Title: Exhaustion and Caring Doctors
Author: Secret Art
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Date: 3rd April 2004
Rating: PG-13/R (I'm no good with ratings)
Category: romance, angst
Pairings: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: prequel 'Drinks and Broken Cars'
Summary: the day after, set immediately after 'Drinks and Broken Cars'
Archive: where ever you want, I'm not fussy
Feedback: can only make me better
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
Author's note: This is for everyone that gave feedback and asked for a sequel, here you go. Decided to do this one from Sam's point of view.
You drive home feeling sick yet oddly elated. The previous night had proved to you that before hadn't just been a drunken occurrence, that he really did have feelings for you; either that or he was casually fucking you and pretending to care but you don't honestly believe he could do that.
You drag yourself out of your car, almost dropping your keys whilst trying to lock your car you are that tired.
Getting into your house you go straight to your bed, collapsing on top of it, not bothering to change or even pull the covers back; thanking the General for putting SG-1 on down time for the next few days.
Next morning you are woken by insistent knocking on your front door.
Dragging yourself out of bed and to the hallway you have a passing thought about how awful you must look, and smell.
Opening the door you find Janet, who looks up at you with a sigh.
"Finally, I was starting to wonder if you'd ever answer the door."
You move aside, letting her in, flinching slightly under her glare.
"Want to tell me what happened?"
"No."
"Just no?"
You wander into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "How about you and Daniel?"
"Sam!"
"What?"
"You haven't told him have you?"
You put the bottle down and move to peer out of the window, watching the world outside. "We going out or what?"
She glares at you, "you're dead on your feet."
You shrug, "I'll put some coffee on."
"No!" She yells, grabbing the jar of coffee out of your hand. "First you are going to have a shower and change into some clean clothes. I'll make you some toast, then you will eat that and go to bed."
"Yes mum," you counter sarcastically, strangely glad that someone else is taking control of your life.
Half an hour later you are sat up in bed, showered and in clean clothes, eating some toast.
She comes over and sits on the edge of the bed. "You really should phone him."
"I know." You look down to the bed, unable to look her in the eye, hearing her shuffle closer.
"You can't hide it forever, he's going to find out eventually, whether you want him to or not."
You sigh, meeting her eyes, silently communicating all your fear, concern and worry.
She leans over, wrapping her arms around you in a motherly hug, another thing you haven't had properly since your mum died. You hug her back, resting your head on her shoulder.
"I'm scared Janet."
"I know honey, but you are going to have to do something, and whatever you decide I want you to know that I'll be here for you."
You move away from Janet, putting distance between the two of you as you finally realise what has to happen.
"Thanks Janet, for everything. I think I'm going to sleep on it and I'll get back to you later."
She gets off the bed, smiling at you. "Sure, I'll let myself out." She walks to your bedroom door, giving you one last check before leaving. You wait until you hear the front door closing before finally giving in to sleep.
You wake up a few hours later feeling refreshed and slightly guilty. You had no intention of telling Janet your plan, and still don't, even though you did promise. If your plan works, you know she'll probably find out when Jack calls her, checking out any missing details. That's one conversation you can't wait to listen to.
Climbing out of bed you shiver slightly, and move over to your wardrobe, pulling out a jumper and tugging it over you.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, no make up, messed up hair, wearing baggy pyjama pants and a jumper. Oh well you think, as you are not trying to make an impression this time, it will be all about what's in your head, and his of course.
Grabbing an apple from the bowl on the table you bite into it as you collect together your car keys, purse and shoes. Passing the phone you consider calling Janet and discussing your plan with her, but that would mean letting her talk you out of it and you need… have to do this.
Taking one last longing look back to your bedroom, the exhaustion from the last few days still with you, you stride out of your house, trying to make yourself appear more confident than you feel.
It takes you five minutes to get into the car and the engine started your hands are shaking so much, and you consider more than once not bothering, but the annoying stubborn side of you argues the fear back down until eventually you have set off, driving straight to his house, trying not to think, concentrating only on the road in front of you so as not to give yourself the chance to talk yourself out of it.
Arriving at his house you sit outside, building your confidence, knowing that he is watching you from the window, probably wondering why you are back so soon.
Opening the door you take a deep breath, and release it, before stepping out of the car, closing the door and locking it before turning to face his house.
Striding up the path you make it appear as if you have no worries in the world, as you need to be able to control the conversation for long enough to get it where you need it to go.
You pause outside his door, fighting back the fear before finally knocking on the door.
He's opened the door before you've had a chance to move your hand back, and you suspect he was waiting behind the door for you.
"Carter?" he asks, his confusion clear by his expression.
"After all this you're still calling me 'Carter'?" you throw back at him, knowing that it sounded harsher then it was meant to be.
He sighs, "ok then, Sam, not that I'm annoyed or anything, but what are you doing here?"
You brush past him, walking straight into his kitchen, pacing slightly as you consider how to phrase your question. "Jack," you start, causing him to raise an amused eyebrow. You keep your face serious and his whole manner changes as he goes from amused to serious. "I need you to tell me exactly how you feel about me, I need to know whether last night was just a fling or based on something more."
He turns away, looking out of the window, "I don't know, I honestly don't know and that's what scares me the most."
You look at him in shock, never having considered this possibility. "This scares you?"
He turns back to face you, "doesn't it scare you?"
"A bit," you admit with a smile before reverting to seriousness, "but not as much as…" You can't finish the sentence, hoping that it will be enough.
"As?"
"I'm pregnant."
His gaze travels from your face to your stomach and back to your face, his mouth open in shock.
"Who? How? When? Last night was too soon."
"Not last night," you sigh, not quite sure how to explain it, "you, sex, four weeks ago."
You can almost see his mind whirring, trying to remember back, before with a blank look he asks "four weeks ago?"
You smile, having already factored this part into your plan, "you don't remember." It is phrased as a question, but the tone of your voice makes certain he understands it as a statement.
"Remember what?"
You look over to his pile of bills, "have you got your phone bill yet?"
"Yes, but what has that got to do with you being pregnant?"
You ignore his question, "let me guess, it was higher than usual."
"Yeah, so?"
"Check four weeks ago, Saturday night."
He walks over to the pile of bills, pulling out the right one, scanning down to the date you said.
"This says I phoned you a few times, for a while as well."
"Technically I phoned you first but yep."
He looks at you, starting to get annoyed, "still not remembering."
You grin, looking forward to seeing him remember. "Let me sum it up for you. Tequila plus me and Jack Daniels plus you equals lots of craziness, Daniel, Janet and us two having sex."
He continues to stare at you in confusion until with a shocked look at the phone his memory finally starts to return, causing you to grin and pat your stomach. "See."
The End
Continues in 'Phones and Drunken Excuses'