"What do you mean she's pregnant?" Sam asked her husband furiously. "She's just a child!" Anger and resentment welled within her heart and she silently vowed to watch Ba'al die a slow and painful death.

Jack grabbed his wife's shoulders and made her face him, "He's used children before, Sam! This is not against his MO. What we need to figure out now is how we are going to deal with this."

Sam looked down, ashamed that she had had such an outburst. "I think we should leave it up to Thora if she wants to keep the baby or not. I'll support her in whatever she wants to do."

Jack nodded and pulled his wife into a hug, "Me too."

"Thora, I need to talk to you," Sam said as she walked into the VIP room that Thora had been given to stay in.

Thora looked up to see a look of fear on her mother's face. "Come in."

"Thora, I need to know what you want to do with your baby," Sam said as she sat down on the bed next to her daughter.

Thora looked down, "I don't know. I mean I know that Ba'al is the father. And I also know that the genetic memory could be passed on to the baby. But I also know that this is my baby. I know that you can be made to forget things, and that this child may be the most important thing to happen to us since the start of the war." She paused, as if she was saying her thoughts out loud and had just now reached a decision, "I'm going to keep the baby."

Sam nodded and enveloped her daughter in a massive hug. "Good. It will be well cared for and loved."

"Thank you, Mommy."

Johnny was in the gym, beating on a punching bag, when his father found him.

"Johnny," Jack started. "We need to talk."

Johnny put his arms down and sat on a bench, removing the gloves, "About?"

"You. What happened to you when you were with Ba'al. Everything."

Johnny motioned for Jack to walk with him and started walking toward the door. "There's not much for me to say. Before Ba'al, the last thing I remember is you giving me a kiss and telling me that you'd see me later." Johnny scoffed, "Some later it's been."

Jack stopped and forced his son to look at him, "You know that's not my fault!"

The younger man sighed, "I know. It's just that I spent what seemed like ten years with a man who was raping my sister for over half of that time and trying to get me to tell him things that I don't even know! I know that it's only been two months, but it seems like so much longer to both myself and Thora."

Jack embraced his son, "I know."

They continued walking in silence until they reached the door to Johnny's VIP rooms. They entered and sat down in two of the chairs.

"You know, I was captured and tortured by Ba'al before," Jack said.

This made Johnny stop squirming, "What happened?"

"He killed me. Over and over and over again, he killed me and brought me back."

"Ba'al did the same thing to me," Johnny whispered after an eternity of silence.

Jack was furious, he hadn't wanted that for his children. Just knowing that Johnny had been tortured was bad, but actually knowing what kind of torture was used was far worse.

Johnny met his father's eyes, "Does the pain and feeling of failure ever go away?"

"No. It will lessen to a point where you can almost forget it, but it doesn't go away."

"That bastard did this to me, and I'm going to be screwed up for the rest of my life because of it, but what he did to Thora was far worse."

"What do you mean?"

"Psychological torture. He went into her mind and twisted her memories into nightmares. That's why I was so adamant about seeing Mom." The young man paused, "He tried to get her to believe that we had killed her."

Jack hugged his son again as tears began to flow down Johnny's face. "Shh, it's going to be okay. You're safe now. It's going to be okay."

"Okay, Dr. Brightman, what's next?" Thora asked as she lay down on the bed in the infirmary, about to get her next check up on the baby.

Elizabeth Brightman smiled, she was beginning to like her new patient who was so unlike her father. "Pull your shirt up so I can rub this onto your stomach."

Thora did as she was told. "You know, I'm really looking forward to this. I've been here for four months and I finally get to find out whether I'm carrying a boy or a girl."

Elizabeth smiled again, "There's a betting pool going around about which it will be." She glanced at Jack, Sam and Johnny, who were standing next to the bed, "Not that you heard that from me, General."

Jack laughed, "Don't worry, Doc. I'm the one that started the pool." He winked at his daughter, "My money's on girl."

Elizabeth moved the instrument over Thora's stomach and her eyes widened in horror, "There's no heartbeat."

"You mean – ?" Thora started.

"I mean that your baby's dead. It's a miscarriage."

Thora's face contorted in anger, "Why? What happened?"

Elizabeth looked into Thora's eyes, "I think it was the Goa'uld gene that your baby carried. Your body rejected it and killed the baby."

A/N: Now, I KNOW that the story is really angasty in this chapter, but I thought it would be best if Thora miscarried. I promise that things will get happier after this. No more ugly surprises that are mean and sad. Bertha is going into a happy mood like really soon and my stories reflect Bertha's mood.