Janet Fraiser was confused. Relieved, yes, but confused. She'd whisked baby O'Neill – they didn't have a name to call him just yet – away from the embarkation room and straight to the infirmary, ready to ply him with oxygen and call a preemie specialist to come down and consult with her (preemies not being something they often had to worry about in the SGC, and so it wasn't a doctor they normally carried on staff), but as far as she could tell, there was nothing to worry about. The baby was tiny – like every other preemie. So small he fit in her cupped palms with just a little bit of him sticking out. But when she ran her tests on him, she found that lungs that should have been small and underdeveloped were perfect – as were his other organs, as near as she could tell. All the tests came back fine, and while it was a relief, it was also a mystery.

But the baby was healthy. Healthy enough that he didn't need to be kept away from everyone else. She did a better job of cleaning him off, weighed him, measured him and filled out an official birth record – some of it anyways, since there were a few spaces missing, such as time of birth, and name – she wasn't about to put outer space as his place of birth – and then wrapped him in a warm blanket and carried him out into the rest of the infirmary.

On the way to Sam's bed, however, she was stopped by the medics who had been checking Ian over. With the baby cuddled in one arm, Janet walked over to the cadet's bed and looked down at him.

"How is he?"

The doctor who had been put in charge of him shrugged, taking just a quick look at Sam's baby before answering.

"Someone really worked him over," he said, pulling the blanket down to Ian's waist and revealing the bruises that Janet had seen earlier. They were all in the same area – along his ribs – and spread from one side to the other, and probably around to the back.

"Beat him?"

"You don't get bruises like this falling out of bed," the doctor said, nodding. He flipped the blanket a little and revealed Ian's right leg. The thigh was fine, but there were also bruises along the knee area, and it was badly swollen – although they had the leg resting on towel-wrapped icepacks to deal with some of that swelling.

"Ouch."

Janet and the doctor both looked up. Jack had seen Janet emerging from the little room she'd taken his son into and had come to see how he was. And had walked up to Ian's bed just in time to get a good look at the bruises.

"The head wound isn't too bad," the doctor said. "Although it looks a lot worse than it is. The skull wasn't damaged, and we can't find any swelling in his brain, or hemorrhaging – bleeding."

"I know what the word means," Jack said, scowling. "Why's he out, then?"

The doctor shrugged.

"It has to be the head wound. The bruises would be painful, but there are no broken ribs, and no internal damages that we can find."

"You just said the head wound wasn't too bad."

"It's not. But it's all I can think of."

"I need him awake."

Nate had to be climbing the walls by now, and probably Maggie was all that was stopping him from storming the SGC looking for answers.

"We're working on it, Sir."

Satisfied with the answer – for now – Jack turned to Janet, looking at the baby in her arms. She smiled, and handed him over, carefully, although she didn't need to tell Jack how to hold him. This wasn't his first baby, after all, and the arms that cradled the infant were gentle and supporting in all the right places.

"How is he?"

"As far as I can tell, Colonel, he's fine." Janet told him; nodding to the doctor she'd been talking to and leading O'Neill away from Ian's bed and towards the one they'd put Sam into – just as a precaution. "His lungs, heart and everything else seem to be well developed."

Jack looked down at his son, who was asleep and completely unaware of the tender look his father was giving him just then. Janet saw it, though, and couldn't help but smile.

"He looks a lot like you."

He did, too. Even Jack could see that. Jack grinned foolishly, and they walked the rest of the way to Sam's bed, where she was surrounded by Teal'c, Daniel, Hammond and Jacob. Sprawled next to her on the bed, giving her someone to cuddle against, was Jaffer, and at the foot of the bed keeping her feet warm was Jack (the dog).

She looked up when he came over, saw the bundle in his arms and smiled, looking over at Janet, questioningly.

"He's fine." She said, as Jack handed Sam the baby and sat down on the other side of the bed, penning Sam in between himself and Jaffer.

"Are you sure he's a boy?" Daniel asked. Daniel had been certain Sam was carrying a girl, and had happily joined in on the give the baby girl a million names that no one would like game that everyone else was playing as well. Only Sam, Shawn, Ian and River had believed it was going to be a boy.

Janet smiled.

"Positive."

"So much for naming him Annabelle, then."

They all looked at Daniel with varying degrees of disbelief.

"Annabelle?"

"What? It's a pretty name…"

"He'd get beat up every day…" Jack said, smiling at the baby in Sam's arms.

"What are you going to name him?" Fraiser asked, curiously. "Jack Junior?"

Sam smiled and shook her head. She'd brought that name up several times, but Jack didn't like the idea.

"Not a chance," Jack said, adding his opinion to that one more time. He looked down at Sam, a question in his eyes. And she smiled again, understanding immediately what he was asking, and nodded. As much as he was certain – positive – that she was going to have a girl, they had decided on a name in the event of a boy.

"We're going to name him Jacob," Jack said, looking at Sam's father with a slight smile on his face. Then he turned to Hammond. "Jacob George O'Neill."

Both older men looked surprised, and Sam was pleased to see that neither looked displeased with the name. Jacob recovered first, and reached for the baby, taking him carefully from his mother.

"Jacob George O'Neill…" He smiled and looked over at Hammond. "Poor kid."

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Author's Note: If your name is Annabelle, don't take offense at my teasing of it, because it's a very pretty name.