5/?

After visits from various personnel and Gen. Hammond, Jack slumped his head on his desk. This day was dragging on, and the visitors were starting to get on his nerves. I'm going to ignore the next person who comes through that door. Jack declared to himself.

"Hey Jack."

Jack smiled. "Sam." Rooster barked lightly, then rushed to Sam so she could pet him. Even the dog can't help but love her. Jack noted. "Did you hear about Chandra sleeping through the night?"

Sam sat across from him. "Yes. Daniel was more excited about it then Janet I think."

Jack smiled. "I believe that."

There was a moments silence that made Jack fidget with his papers. Sam had something to tell him. Probably something he didn't want to hear. "Sir-" She began. Jack stopped his fidgeting and dropped his papers. She had his undivided attention. "I'm pregnant."

Without hesitation Jack broke out into a broad grin. "Congratulations!" He felt Sam relax and knew she was smiling herself. He stood up to give her a hug. As he went around the corner of the desk he bumped his shin on leg. "Dammit!" He shouted, falling back into his chair and holding his shin. Rooster began to bark, concerned for Jack. "Shut up Rooster!" Jack hollered, without realizing it.

Sam was by his side in an instant. "Are you ok?" She asked, her hands gently touching his leg.

Jack brushed her off, his bad mood coming to the surface. "I'm fine." He said harshly.

Sam jerked back, giving Jack plenty of room. "I'm sorry. I should have waited to tell you. I just told Gen. Hammond and I couldn't wait to tell you. I'm sorry."

Jack sighed. "I'm not mad at you Sam. It just hurts when you have a constant bruise on your shin, that's all." He gave her a reassuring smile and stood up slowly. He held out his arms and Sam fell into them. "I'm happy for you Sam. You deserve this." He patted her head gently, relishing the feel of her in his arms. When he let her go he was almost glad he couldn't see. He knew she'd be crying, and Jack couldn't bare to see that. Even if it was crying for something good.

"Thank you Sir." Sam smiled. "Pete was so excited. He almost cried when I told him last week."

Ignoring the stab of hatred that flowed through him at hearing Pete's name, Jack snapped his head towards Sam. "You knew about this last week? What day last week?"

"Tuesday, I guess."

"You went on a mission on Thursday." Jack said. "You shouldn't have gone."

"Nothing happened. It was routine."

"So was my last mission Sam." Jack said quietly. "You can't be going on any more missions Sam."

"Gen. Hammond thinks I'll be ok for a few more months." Sam said defensively.

Jack shook his head. "Rooster." The dog stood upright and waited for Jack to grab his holster before taking off. "Gen. Hammond's office."

"I can handle myself Sir." Sam said from behind them. She was following them, prepared to debate if needed.

A/N Now she's pregnant?!?! What am I doing? heehee