Author's Note: Okay, just a reminder that Ian and Dotty are the only two that have referred to the baby as Jacob. (Although Sam's heard Ian call him it a couple of times) So technically, the baby isn't named Jacob yet… (although we, of course, already know what he'll be called)

OOOOOOOO

They thundered into the gate room as a group – Jack and Jaffer, Daniel, Teal'c and Jack – while Hammond, Fraiser and Jacob all stopped at the command center.

"Why is the iris open?" Hammond snapped.

"It opened on its own, Sir," the technician said, already trying to close it. "We can't get it shut."

Hammond swore and reached for the microphone.

"Look alive, teams. We can't get the iris shut!"

The tension in the room below Hammond and the others increased tenfold, and Jack reached for the Beretta hanging from his side. He hadn't changed since the ambush – none of them had – and although he didn't have his P90, the Beretta was definitely better than nothing.

And then the first form came through, and Jack recognized her immediately. The Beretta in his hand clattered to the floor.

"Sam!"

She was pale and looked awful, and was dressed half in sheets and half in her uniform, pulling something behind her, but there was no mistaking her – Jack could have recognized her in a dark room wearing a blindfold. And Jaffer recognized her, too, just as quickly.

The black lab gave a happy bark, and lunged up the ramp, his tail wagging furiously, reaching her before she even finished dragging her burden through the gate. Even as he ran up the ramp behind the lab, Jack realized that it was Ian she was dragging; the cadet wearing a uniform that was covered in blood and a small bundle on his chest.

As Jack grabbed Sam up in his arms, hugging her tightly, he was aware of several things all at once. The gate shut down behind Sam, who dropped the end of her litter. The others were crowding around, all talking at once. Sam seemed far too slim. And there was a sudden wail of protest from the bundle in on Ian's chest. The wail of-

"Jack…"

Sam collapsed into his arms, holding him and sobbing, and Daniel knelt by Ian, who was also swarmed over by Jaffer, who was busily whuffling the crying bundle. Daniel undid the straps holding it in place, and took up the bundle, his heart thumping crazily as he pulled the towel back to reveal a screaming, bright red little face – who was obviously not happy with gate travel interrupting his nap.

"Oh, my God…"

Jack had his face buried in the side of Sam's face, his own tears mingling with hers, but he looked down at the tone of wonder in the archeologist's voice.

"What…?"

Daniel stood up, cradling the infant. It was so tiny… so…

"Sam?"

Her brilliant smile was all the answer Daniel needed, which was a good thing, because she was so choked up that she couldn't talk anyways. Daniel smiled, looking at the baby again, and then at Jack.

"She had the baby…"

Jack froze. His eyes went from Daniel, to Sam – taking in her beautiful bright eyes and smile – and then back to Daniel, and the crying bundle.

"The baby…?" He looked at Sam again, awed, his hand going to her belly, where the bulge he'd become accustomed to was now mostly gone."You had…?"

She nodded, her eyes unreadable as she leaned against him.

"I was right… it's a boy…"

Daniel grinned and handed the baby to Jack, who took him almost reverently, looking down at the red face and suddenly grinning like an idiot.

"A boy…?" He looked at Sam again, and then –

"Move!"

Jack was jostled by the arrival of Fraiser, who gave Sam a quick look, decided she was in good hands for the moment, and knelt by Ian, pushing Jack (the dog) and Jaffer both out of the way so she could see better.

"Oh my God…"

The cadet was literally drenched with dried blood – his uniform was stiff with it, and the side of his head was smeared as well. There was a gash and bruise on Ian's temple – explaining the blood there – but when Janet ripped open Ian's shirt to look for the cause of the rest of the blood, she didn't find anything. A fair number of bruises around his ribs, but no bleeding injuries.

"It's not his, Janet," Sam said, looking from Jack and their son down to Ian, aware of what she was looking for. "He slashed the throat of a Goa'uld system lord…"

Sam wasn't hurt. Not much, anyways. She didn't understand why she felt so much better than she had before coming through the gate – relief probably – but she didn't hurt nearly as bad as she had, and was able to ease that concern at least. With her arms still around Jack – she couldn't help it, she had to hold him – she was watching everything around her and could focus so much better. Most everything that had happened was a blur of pain and contractions, but she remembered that much at least.

"Sam!"

Jacob came rushing up the ramp, then, as well, pushing his way through the others, and Sam let go of Jack to be gathered in her father's arms.

"Thank God you're alive…" he murmured, softly, hugging her and crying. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

Sam clung to him, and wasn't even aware when Janet started ushering them all down the ramp to make room for the medical teams that were arriving.

"Give him to me, Colonel," Janet said to Jack, holding her hands out.

Jack scowled, looking down at his son and hugging him closer, moving him away from Janet's gaze.

"I just got him-"

"He's two months early, Jack," Janet said, not backing down, even though she understood completely. "We need to make sure he's okay."

"You think he's hurt?" Jack asked, looking down at the baby with sudden concern. He was still whimpering, but not screaming like he had been.

"I don't know, Colonel," Janet answered, reaching out and gently taking the infant from his father's arms. "Let me check him out. Just to be sure…"

Reluctantly, Jack handed the baby over, and Janet cradled him carefully, whisking him out of the room. Sam turned to watch them go, and then turned back to Jack, still cradled protectively in Jacob's arms. Jack watched them leave, too, as did everyone in the room, and then he turned to Sam.

"You're okay?"

She nodded, and then turned to watch as Ian was loaded onto a gurney and rolled put of the room as well. Jack followed her gaze.

"What happened to him?"

There was a blank spot in her mind. Sam couldn't remember exactly what had happened, although there were a few things that she did know, and one of them was Ian's role in certain things. Although there was also a lot of pain mixed in with those memories.

"He saved us…" Sam said, softly, looking at Jack again, and then at Jacob. "And then when we were in a safe place, he delivered the baby…"

"He did?"

Jack looked back towards the door, as if to call Ian back to the room. Which didn't happen, of course.

Sam nodded, even as a medic took her arm gently to guide her to a gurney as well.

"He didn't like it, though…" she said as she was covered with a warm blanket. She smiled; it was funny now, but not so funny then. "You should have seen his face…"