There was only one patient in Janet Fraiser's infirmary. A young Marine had managed to tangle himself up in his weapon on a training run and tripped. He'd gone down, broken his ankle and – even more embarrassingly – had jabbed himself in the ribs with the barrel of his own rifle. He was fairly well doped up on pain-killers for the broken ribs, and Janet was keeping a close watch on him to make sure there was no allergic reaction since he'd never had need for any such medications before.

Then a commotion at the door drew her attention –and that of her staff – and she saw Major Quinn hurrying into the infirmary with a concerned look on his face. That was odd enough, but Janet was shocked to see Emmett Bregman rush in right behind the Major, Carrying a very limp and obviously unconscious Sam O'Neill. Janet was at his side in a heartbeat, even before a flushed and pale cameraman came running in behind them, looking as pale as Sam.

"What happened?" She asked, pointing him towards an empty bed on the far end of the small line of beds.

"I don't know," Emmett said, going over and carefully depositing Sam on the bed. "We were just starting the interview and she passed out..."

He stepped back as Janet stepped up, and the doctor turned to one of the medics.

"Page Colonel O'Neill to come here, please."

There was a soft moan of dismay from the cameraman, but everyone ignored him as Janet put a blood pressure cuff on Sam's arm to start a quick examination.

"You weren't doing anything strenuous?" She asked.

Emmett shook his head.

"She was sitting in a chair getting ready to answer questions, and she just turned really pale and fell over..."

"No sign of any discomfort before that?"

He shook his head again. "I thought she looked a little pale when we walked into her lab, but I assumed it was the lighting. She was friendly enough... agreed to do the interview, even... I... is she going to be okay?"

He was rubbing his wrist, Janet noticed as she watched the blood pressure readout.

"Her blood pressure's a little low, but her heart's fine..." Janet had her own suspicions about what had happened, but she wasn't going to discuss them with Emmett. "What's wrong with your hand?"

"I don't know... it hurts..."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Colonel O'Neill, please report to the infirmary immediately. Colonel O'Neill, please come to the infirmary..."

O'Neill looked over at Teal'c, who was just in the process of letting Jack loose to attack a heavily padded dog handler. The yellow lab was a fine attack dog, but it never hurt to keep the base dogs in constant form – Jaffer had already done his attack and was lazing at Jack's side now as he waited for another go.

A call to the infirmary could only mean a few things, and at the moment, Jack had only one concern on his mind. Sam. He'd been on pins and needles most of the time – after her first disastrous pregnancy, he couldn't help it – although he tried to hide his fear from her. If he was being called to the infirmary, it meant either Daniel was hurt or Sam was. Daniel was a walking accident, but Sam was the one that came instantly to mind. From the sudden concerned look on his face, it was obvious Teal'c had considered the same thing. Both men bolted toward the large doors that led to the corridors of NORAD – which in turn led to the elevators of the SGC, Jack and Jaffer running smoothly at their sides.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Janet had barely finished a quick examination of Sam by the time Jack and Teal'c arrived in her infirmary. She'd drawn the curtains around the bed for privacy, but once she'd assured herself that there wasn't anything wrong with the Major, she'd left her alone and gone to check Emmett Bregman's hand. She was just sitting him down on an examination table when the sudden arrival of Jaffer heralded the equally sudden arrival of Jack, Teal'c and Jack. Suddenly her quiet infirmary was very full.

The black lab entered first, and stopped at the door to take in his surroundings. Jack was right behind him, though, and was already looking around.

"Where is she, Jaffer?"

He didn't bother to ask Janet – he didn't have to. The black lab knew who he meant, and he made a beeline for the end of the room where the curtains were drawn around a single bed. Janet told Emmett she'd be right back, and she went over to intercept him.

"Don't panic, Colonel," she told him, noticing immediately just how worried he looked. "She's fine."

"The baby?"

"The baby's fine, too. She just fainted."

"Just fainted?" Fainting seemed pretty serious to Jack – of course, it was Sam, and everything was serious to him when it came to her. Especially at that particular moment.

"It's not uncommon," Janet told him, putting her hand on his arm to stop him before he could go through the curtain to see her. Jaffer wasn't at all constrained to stop, and the black lab vanished a moment later, his tail wagging before his butt had even passed through the curtain, and Janet and Jack were both certain it'd only be a second before he was up on the bed beside Sam. "The baby's doing weird things to her, Colonel," Janet went on, still holding him back. "She told me she was having a bout of morning sickness the other day... I'll bet she was this morning, too, wasn't she?"

He nodded.

"And I'll bet she skipped breakfast?"

"Yeah. I couldn't get her to eat..."

"That's all it is. Her blood sugar and blood pressure both fell too much and she fainted. The only danger was that she might hit her head or something when she fell, but Emmett caught her before that could happen, so stop looking so panicked. You'll just upset her."

"Is she awake?"

"Not yet, but she should wake up any minute. I'll keep her here for a while, and try to get something into her. We'll set up some kind of nutrition schedule to keep this from happening again – even if it's just liquids for a while."

"Can I see her?"

"Of course... I just wanted you to know what it was before-"

"Jack?"

Sam's voice came from the other side of the curtain, and Janet released his arm.

"Go make sure she doesn't worry. It's nothing like the last time, and I need you to keep her calm."

Jack disappeared behind the curtain.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jaffer had been the one to bring Sam out of her faint. She'd been close to waking up already; drifting in that odd space that hovered between sleep and wakefulness when she'd felt him jump up on the bed and join her. It was hard to miss him, after all. He flopped down right beside her, close enough that his big warm body was pressed lightly against her, and Sam had reacted instinctively, turning and wrapping her arm around him. Which had woken her. For just a moment she'd panicked. She wasn't sure where she was, and the last time that had happened when she'd been pregnant, it'd been the time she'd lost their baby.

Instantly, she'd feared the worst. And immediately Jaffer had wuffled his nose against her cheek, his tongue licking her almost reassuringly. Sam had felt an odd sort of calm come over her. She couldn't explain it, but she suddenly knew everything was all right. She'd called for Jack, then, knowing that where Jaffer was, he wasn't far behind, and she was right. He was there in an instant, all smiles and reassurances, and Sam knew the moment she saw him that whatever had happened, it wasn't anything serious.