7

Two weeks of watching Teal'c go on missions with SG-3, the humans of the flagship team were starting to get antsy. Not to mention the fact that O'Neill barely spoke to Daniel or Sam. Add the fact that Daniel and Sam had to stay away from each other, so they wouldn't break the rules, again.

The weeks were hell.

Daniel walked past Sam's lab, a daily routine of his that started three days ago, and looked in the little window. She was hunched over her computer and on first glimpse she looked to be focusing on her work. But upon close examination, which Daniel had done for those three days, he noticed that she was holding her stomach and seemed to be wincing in pain. He opened her door and walked in, calling her name lightly.

She held up a hand, trying to get him to stop. "I'm fine." She said through clenched teeth.

Daniel rushed to her and caught her as she fell out of her stool. He grunted at the sudden weight, but adjusted her in his arms and carried her to the medical lab, where Janet was doing her daily testing on Jack. They both stopped and looked up as Daniel kicked the door open, an unconscious Sam in his arms.

"What happened?" Janet asked, guiding him to on the empty beds.

"She just collapsed in her lab." Daniel said, laying her down gently. Jack was by his side, concern taking over the disappointment he'd been feeling since he found out about the couple.

"What was she doing?" Janet asked, checking Sam's pulse.

"I think she was just reading on her computer." Janet and Jack both looked at him with unbelief. "I was just walking by when I saw her fall." His cheeks turned red. "Ok, so I watching her, but we weren't together."

Janet nodded, believing him. Daniel would have told her the truth because he knew it would be important for Janet to know everything he knew.

"She, uh, was clutching her stomach when I saw her." Daniel added, almost as an afterthought.

Three days later…

"How is she?" Gen. Hammond asked, staring down at Sam's sleeping form.

Janet frowned. "Sir, I think I know what's wrong."

Gen. Hammond looked over at Janet. "And?"

"It seems her body needs the narcotics of P3X-456."

"What?" Gen. Hammond asked, unsure of exactly what he was being told.

"She's addicted to it."

"And the other member's of SG-1?"

"It's completely out of their system Sir."

"She's addicted to it, but they aren't? Why?" He demanded.

Janet frowned again. "Well, Sir…" Janet really wasn't sure how to tell him what she'd just discovered. "I believe that only way she's going to survive is to take her back to P3X-456."

"That's out of the question." Jack said, sitting up from where he had been sleeping on one of the empty beds.

Daniel sat up from his bed, echoing Jack's comment. "Who knows how much of that stuff will cause an overdose."

Janet nodded. "It's a risk Sir, but I'm afraid we might have to take it."

"What makes you so sure?" Jack asked.

Janet connected eyes with Daniel. "She's pregnant, and if we want her and the baby to survive, we have to take her back through the Stargate." Janet looked at the three men surrounding her, each of them with their mouths open, gaping at her. "As soon as possible." She added, so they'd know she was serious.

A/N: And it gets even MORE twisted! You know, I'm starting to really like Abby and her evil ways I think…