Thora lay there for a long time, trying to process what Dr. Brightman just told her.

A miscarriage? She wasn't going to have her baby? A surge of emotion swelled within her and threatened to break free – but she kept a tight lock on her heart, forcing all of the emotions down.

Realizing how close to tears she was, and that everyone was watching her, Thora schooled her face into a stone mask that she had grown accustomed to wearing with Ba'al. In a daze she wiped off her stomach, pulled down her shirt, and got up.

Johnny tried to grab her arm when his sister started walking out of the room, "Thora wait! It's not your fault."

Thora turned on her brother and gave him one of the coldest glares he would ever receive, "It's not my fault? It's not my fault!" Her voice rose with every word, "Dr. Brightman just said that it was because of my body's reaction to the Goa'uld gene. It is my fault, Johnny!"

She tore her arm away and stormed out, leaving everyone else in the infirmary in shock. In the four months that Thora and Johnny had been at the SGC, Johnny had gained a reputation for being like his mother and being able to go with very little sleep. Thora, however, had gained a reputation of having her mother's temperament, but her father's attention span.

Thora was very upset and headed straight for the gym, hoping to find Teal'c, Daniel or someone else willing to spar with her there.

When she arrived, she found the room strangely void of anyone save for one of the SG-3 Marines trying to beat the shit out of the boxing bag.

"Hey!" Thora called, when he looked up she continued, "You want a sparing partner?"

The Marine stopped and thought for a second, "Aren't you pregnant?"

Thora's eyes got a shade colder, "Not anymore."

The man's eyes grew wide, "Oh God, Thora I'm so sorry." Thora was about to storm out, tired of everyone saying sorry, but before it was sorry that she was pregnant, when she saw the look in the man's eyes that clearly told her that he genuinely was sorry. "You don't deserve to go through this."

The young woman attempted a smile, "Thanks." Tears started flowing down her face as her knees buckled underneath her.

The Marine caught her as she fell and gently lowered her to the ground. When he tried to disentangle himself from her limbs, she buried her face in his chest and grabbed onto him for dear life.

"Shh, it's going to be okay," he said – and for the first time, Thora believed it.

After what seemed like hours, Thora was able to compose herself and stop crying, she untangled herself from the friendly Marine and got up. "I'm sorry for breaking down on you like this. I just found out."

He smiled halfheartedly. "That's alright, I'm use to it." He paused, "I'm Sean, by the way, Captain Sean Trite." He held out his hand and was surprised when Thora took it.

"It's nice to meet you Sean." Thora glanced at the clock and sighed, "Well, I better be going, my parents will be missing me."

Sean smiled again. Thora was coming to think of it more as a roguish smirk, but he was so hot when he smiled that she didn't care. "Yeah, see you around, Thora."

"See you, Sean."

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. Remember to REVIEW! Bertha is a LOT nicer when people update. That means that she will give me ideas to write sooner,which means that I will update sooner.

I'm in the middle of finals week right now at school, that would normally mean that I would have less time, but we have half days and I have nothing else occupying my time.