Sam had been silent for the remainder of the trip to Earth. Daniel was stable do to the Tok'ra and their semi-advanced medical equipment that was onboard the ship. But no one could find anything wrong with Daniel.
The atmosphere at the SGC was quiet and everyone knew why. After arriving at Earth the Tok'ra transported the rescue team and the two missing members of SG-1 into the gate room. General Hammond then summoned the medical team failing to mention what they would be dealing with.
Janet rushed into the gate room having heard the page by the General who, by last she heard, had been away with the Tok'ra doing some top secret mission. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh my..." Her hand went to her mouth and covered it. "Sam? Daniel?" She rushed to Daniel's side and checked for a pulse. "What happened?" She was slipping back into military doctor mode.
"We aren't really sure about that, doc." Jack said with his mouth set in a grim line. "As far as we can tell, Daniel just collapsed without warning." He glanced at Sam who appeared to be staring off into space. "Carter was with him at the time and she hasn't said a word since."
Nodding, Janet began to give orders to her medical team. "Take him to the infirmary and start him on a IV. Sam? Sam can you hear me? It's Janet." She stood in front of Sam and placed a hand on her shoulder trying to make eye contact. The medical team took off with Daniel towards the infirmary.
Jacob watched from near the ramp that lead up to the Stargate. He knew that Janet was a dear and personal friend of his daughters so he moved towards her. "Doctor, I think there is some things that you should be made aware of. Sam is around two months pregnant." He said quietly.
"What!" Janet looked horrified the thoughts of rape running through her head. "Does she know who the father is?" She asked just as quietly still trying to make eye contact with Sam's rapidly moving eyes.
"Yes. She knows who the father is. He's currently in route to the infirmary." Jacob hoped that Janet got the drift without him having to say anything.
"In route...Daniel?" She said in surprised. "Daniel is the father?" Janet looked rather confused. In all her years of being a doctor at the SGC she never once thought that Daniel and Sam would be a couple let alone have a kid together.
"Apparently the past three years have been rather eventful for Carter and Daniel. They had somewhat of a falling out before we even got them off the planet and the whole journey back to Earth was basicly silent and tense between them. Daniel avoided Carter like a plague and the first time they spoke was when he collapsed." Jack stated as he watched Sam's eyes begin to tear up.
Janet nodded and steered Sam towards the doors and out into the hallway. "I heard that you've had somewhat of a interesting three years." She spoke quietly as she lead Sam through the hallways of the SGC towards the infirmary. Once they got inside Janet let one of the nurses take Sam to run some blood test.
Meanwhile Daniel was having a internal conversation with what appeared to be himself. "Why can't I wake up?" He asked and listened as it echoed. It was dark and cold. "Because you do not want to wake up." A voice responded from within the darkness. Daniel spun around searching for the voice. "No. It can't be. Your still to young." Daniel looked slight startled by the voice. "Yes. I am still very young but you are not awake so it doesn't take as much energy to speak with you. We are basicly on the same plane of existence now." The owner of the voice stepped forward. It was boy maybe seven or eight years old with brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Daniel took a step back. "I can see you?" The boy smirked and nodded. "Yes. I am able to represent myself so that you may feel comfortable speaking with me. This is what you looked like at my age of existence." Daniel nodded his head. "Yes. That is what I looked like when I was a boy. But why now? Hatcey explained the process to me and said that you wouldn't be able to communicate until you were of age." The boy frowned. "Yes. The Jaffa was correct. But you are different from the others. I am able to speak to you when your in this phase of darkness. I knew of this fact and it was I who brought you here. As I have said before, you can leave at anytime but you do not wish to. You had a argument with your bondmate right before I brought you here. That is the reason why you do not wish to return." "Then you can hear things that go around me? Can you see things also?" The boy looked down and nodded. "Yes. Kem'tar sees and hears everything that goes on around us. And I have brought you here for a reason. I wish to blend with you now instead of waiting until I am of age." "You want to blend with me now? But we are no longer on Kemet. I am not needed to be in the services of our Goddess, Ma'at. I'm no longer an apprentice to Hatcey nor am I to be the next First Prime." "I am aware of the new situation and this is in both of our best interests. When I am still young the blending will not be as painful. Your planet would be safe. Our Queen and my mother has taught me that power is indeed great but self preservation is greater. From your memories our brethren are ruthless and need to be stopped and judged. I am willing to help you do this in exchange for the blending." "You're a child of Ma'at then? But my friends view the Goa'uld, all Goa'uld as enemies. If I was discovered to be carrying one...I would not be allowed to function with my people." "In your memories there is a race of Goa'uld called the Tok'ra. We are close to them but not completely. We are the race between Goa'uld and Tok'ra. The middle race that cares for either side. All we care for is keeping our kind alive. And I am not a child of Ma'at, I am her chosen heir though a child is rumored to be in existance. Do we have a deal? I'm growing weaker and it is time for you to be waking up." Daniel chewed on his bottom lip. "Alright, Kem'tar. We have a deal." The darkness seemed to grow darker as pain shot through his body like nothing he ever felt. On the outside things weren't looking good either.
