Author's Note: Oh ye of little faith! Would I kill Janet after giving her a new boyfriend?

Bregman had never seen the gate in action, although he'd heard all about it. He watched intently – and with a slight chill going up his spine – as the Sergeant that had been talking into the radio, gaining information Bregman didn't understand, but that Sam and General Hammond both did. By the time Jack reappeared with Daniel and Teal'c and several other men and women all dressed in camouflage and flak-jackets and carrying weapons, Sam and Hammond had a fair idea of what they were going to be facing and met them in the embarkation room. While Janet checked with her corpsmen who were accompanying her and the other teams – they were dressed in camouflage as well, although none of them were carrying more than pistols – Hammond explained the situation to Jack and the other members of the rescue team.

"SG-4 is holding the gate," Hammond said. "But they're under fire, which means you're going to be going in hot. SG-10 is pinned about a hundred yards from the gate, and they have injuries and can't all get out." The implication there was that if one couldn't get out, none of them would go out. But Hammond didn't have to explain that to the SGC members. They already knew that you didn't leave anyone behind. Especially with the Goa'uld.

"We'll get them out," Jack said, confidently. The other team leaders nodded, and they all stood to the side as the gate started to dial.

"SG-5, left flank," Jack ordered, positioning his men and women before they went through. On the other side there would be chaos and they all knew it. "SG-3, you're right flank. 8 and 1 will spearhead and break through the lines."

Everyone nodded, and Jack looked at Janet. "You and your medics stay close to us."

"Right on your tail, Colonel," Fraiser agreed.

The gate flared, and Emmett flinched in surprise, but nobody noticed. Those who were going were making last minute – and completely unnecessary checks on their weapons and supplies, and Sam was watching Jack, worried.

Jack glanced over at her, as if aware of her concern, and as he waved the flanking teams through the gate, he gave her a cocky grin. He'd be back.

Sam's answering smile was forced, but it was there. She'd be waiting.

"Let's get this room cleared for the medical teams," Hammond called, clearing technicians and spare personnel out of the room to make room for gurneys and medics to take care of the wounded the rescuers would be bringing back.

"What do we do now?" Bregman asked Sam, unsure of what he was supposed to do – or if there was a way he could help.

"We wait," Sam said, wrapping her arms around herself, anxiously. She didn't like being on this side of the gate.

"Does..." Emmett hesitated. "Does Janet do this often? I thought being a doctor would be a... safer job..."

"No." Sam told him, noticing through her own concern just how worried Emmett was. He'd seen all the guns and the armor, and was intimidated by it. And scared. But Sam knew he was scared for Janet. "Only when there's a serious injury that needs her. Most of the time we bring the wounded to her."

"Why aren't – why didn't you go? I mean, you're on SG-1, right?"

"Because I'm pregnant, and we're not sure yet that I'm far enough along that gate travel won't hurt the baby."

He smiled, despite his concern for Janet.

"Congratulations."

Sam nodded her thanks.

"How long until they get back?"

"It depends on what they've run into." Sam told him. She took his arm, and headed to the door. "Let's go to the command center so we can listen in on what's going on." She had to know what was going on.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"What's going on?" Jack asked, yelling at the CO of SG-4. They'd rushed through the gate, only to find nobody firing at them.

"They've withdrawn, Sir!" They could still hear firing from further up the slightly traveled pathway that led into a heavy cover of bushes, but there were no energy bolts being tossed their way. Although from the looks of the chipped pieces of metal and concrete showed obvious signs that there had been weapons fire here. "SG-10 is still taking fire, but we're not, so we can hold the gate."

Jack looked at the people he had with him, and made some decisions. Thinking quick and changing plans without panicking were part of the reason he was such a good field officer.

"SG-5, you stay here with these guys and make sure the door's open when we get back. Fraiser, you and your medics stay with SG-8. When SG-3 and my team break through the lines, you and SG-8 come in and get the injured. Don't waste any more time than you absolutely have to."

"We'll be ready, Colonel." She gestured for her medics to all move to stand with the people of SG-8, who would help carry wounded or medical equipment while the rest of the rescuers covered their backs.

Jack looked down at Jaffer, who was watching him intently.

"You keep an eye on her, little man," Jack murmured to his black lab. He hated the few times when medics came with him through the gate – not because he hated medics, because he didn't – but because he hated that they were so vulnerable. Especially Janet. Fraiser heard his command, despite how softly he spoke, and she raised an eyebrow – a trick she'd picked up from Teal'c.

"What about you?"

"I'll have Daniel, Teal'c and Jack to cover me. You might need the backup."

"But-"

"Don't argue with me, Doctor."

They could argue in the infirmary, but not when there was always a chance someone might start shooting at them any minute.

Janet nodded, and went over to stand with her crew, watching Jack and the others for the word to go. Jaffer looked up at Jack reproachfully, but when O'Neill gestured for him to join the doctor, he did as he was told.