Trapped within her grief, she replayed the events of the night before tragedy had struck.

"I swear, if Wells asks me one more question about pregnancy or delivery, I'm going to throttle him!" "

Janet, it can't be that bad, besides, he's just nervous. I think it's cute. He trusts your medical expertise." Sam smiled into her glass of wine as she tried not to laugh at the face her friend was making at her.

"Sam, I'm not an OB, the only babies I've delivered are now teenagers. And for the record, it's not cute. I'm having nightmares of ultrasound pictures running around the infirmary. Also, I've had several disturbing dreams about all the women in the SGC pregnant and going into labor at the same time. It's awful, I haven't had a decent night's sleep in over a week." Janet groused, taking a rather long drink from her wineglass. "

All the women? Even me?"

Nodding her head emphatically, Janet smirked, "Especially you, twins no less. Hard as I try though, I can't get you to admit to the father."

Sam blushed furiously and stared into the empty glass in her hand. "

So, who do YOU think it is?" Janet baited her mercilessly.

"It's your dream, how would I know?" Sam snapped, frowning at the harsh tone she'd used. "Sorry. Let's change the subject, okay?"

Janet recognized the melancholy tone and asked softly, "What to talk about it?"

"Ha, about what?" Sam scoffed as she grabbed the bottle of wine and poured herself a generous amount before offering some to her friend.

"Sam, what's going on? I thought you and Pete—"

"Right, I guess I forgot to tell you about that. We broke up." Taking another gulp of wine, she added coarsely, "He dumped me, said he didn't like sharing."

Not sure how to respond, Janet repeated, "Sharing?"

Laughing sarcastically, Sam retorted, "Yeah, said it wasn't fair of me to 'have my cake and eat it too'. Of course, my slapping him may have been part of the reason he dumped me. It left a rather obvious hand print on his face and you know how he is about his 'good looks'."

Janet tried not to laugh at the mental picture Sam's words had painted, but failed. Giggling, she probed, "So what did you say?"

With a shrug of her shoulders, she answered, "I told him he was crazy and I didn't know what he was talking about."

"So you lied." Janet stated gently, watching for signs of protest.

"Yeah." The word a mere whisper of breath exhaled with a sigh.

The doctor studied the woman sitting in the chair in front of her. She was unsure whether to broach the forbidden subject, but figured if Sam had opened the door, she might as well follow it through.

"Sam, is this a problem? I'm not talking about Pete. Are you and Jack-"

"No."

Janet waited a moment before implying, "But you still haven't let him go. I'm the last person to tell you how deal with your love life. Heck, I still can't decide if Daniel even wants to date me, let alone anything more. But I do know that you have got to resolve this thing with Jack. Pining isn't healthy and waiting isn't possible. You need to let him go."

Sam sniffled, shaking her head sadly, "I can't. I love him."

She dropped her head in her hands and cried quietly.

Slightly shocked by her friend's confession, Janet leaned forward and extended a hand, squeezing Sam's arm gently. "I know."

Jerking her head up abruptly, Sam gasped and stammered, "Jan, you can't, I mean, you mustn't—this cannot get out. He can't know. No one can."

"No one will know. I promise to take it with me to the grave." Janet's vow reassured her distraught friend.

"Thanks, I know you will." Sam wiped the tears from her face and calmed herself. "Personally, I think Jack knows, but is in denial. Either way, you don't have to worry about it. He knows how to keep a secret, it's his life."

Sam nodded, "Mine too."

"Well, now that we've both released our burdens, how about a sappy, chick-flick to lighten the mood?" Janet suggested, giving Sam's arm another squeeze. "

Sounds great. What movie?" "Titanic?" She laughed at the grimace on Sam's face and conceded, "Pearl Harbor?"

"Ugh, no movies like that, just some nonsense, one of Cassie's maybe. How about Charlie's Angels?"

"Perfect, I love to watch women kick ass." Janet said as she walked over to the TV cabinet and pulled out the DVD.

"Yeah, it's fun to watch someone else do it for a change. I could use a break." Sam laughed, feeling the tension from earlier fade away.

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