Chapter 82

A/N: This is the last chapter and it will be followed by the epilogue, with the BIG surprise for all.

Please excuse the accents here. One of my best friends had her nose broken by a swinging door just last week, so it's a get well present for her.

Janet's POV

I sense the quiet lulling sound of the ECG attached to Daniel and hear the sound of a page being turned as I walked down the hall to the Infirmary; resisting the urge to check my appearance in the small fold up mirror I hastily shoved into my pocket this morning, after checking that most of the puffy redness had gone down from my fifth crying jag.

My heels clicking on the floor seem like a drum roll as I walk to my own execution.

This is it. Sink or swim. Do or die. And other cliches that would have Colonel O'Neill complaining at the top of his lungs.

The beeps increase in frequency as I approach the door, rising to match my own racing heart.

I pause in the doorway, before pasting a sympathetic smile on my face and moving to push the swinging door ope-

"Oh! Thorry Dr. Frasier! Are you okay?"

'Siler. Why did it have to be Siler?' I ask myself from my prone position against the wall. I reach up to check my nose carefully.

Broken.

Great.

Can I go home now?

Siler places a steadying hand on my shoulder, even as the blood drips down, staining my white coat.

"Here, let me help you."

The poor clumsy man helps me into the Infirmary and I hear Daniel's shocked exclamation as he catches sight of all the blood.

Just what I need. 'Hi Daniel. Ignore the blood darling and kiss me. Oh, by the way, you know that funny little trick Keja played on us? Well, I'm pregnant. Surprise!' Urgh.

"Janet? Are you okay?" asks Gary, the duty nurse.

"Ust doke my doze." Terrific. I even sound like I've been crying all night.

"I was justh walking through the door. Thorry Doc, I didn't thee you."

"Ig fingh, Filerg. Ig was han accidengt." I mutter around the tissues.

"I'm really really thorry." Says Siler as he is move gently out of the way by Gary.

"Don't worry Janet, we'll have you fixed up in no time. At least you're already in the Infirmary, right?"

I settle for a glare. Yeah, that's a huge relief. After all, it's only my ex-boyfriend sat over there. It's not like I need to look good for him today, is it?

Okay, so I'm not here to beg. I'm here to discuss our relationship like an adult. But looking like I just walked into a door is not the effect I was going for when I got dressed this morning.

SG-1 SG-1 SG-1

Janet's POV – an hour later

I cross my eyes as I try to examine the edge of the bandage Gary put on me a few minutes ago. It itches.

"Okay Janet, take two aspirin and call me in the morning." Quips Gary as I prepare to stand up.

"Yeag. Thangs a lot Gar."

"Although, may I also suggest the truth, taken orally. And don't stop until it's all gone." He pats my stomach gently and then busies himself with putting away the instruments by the bed.

Are there no secrets in this damn mountain?

I start to walk towards my office. Maybe if I stay in there for-

"Janet?" asks Daniel. "Are you okay?"

"I'lgh be fingh." Snapping at someone really loses it's effect when you can't talk properly.

"You had me worried for a minute there… uhh, would you come sit down for a minute? Please? I need to talk to you."

"Nowg?"

"Please?" Those blue eyes drill into me and I feel my body walking forward without conscious thought. I sit down on the chair. "How's your nose?"

"Doken. How are you?"

"The painkillers are doing their job. On my leg at least."

"Where does ig hurt?" I ask, concerned, watching as his hands fiddle with his glasses.

He finally looks up at me with that shy self-effacing smile and points to his heart. "Here."

Oh.

"I haven't stopped caring about you Janet. I know things got a little tense there for a while, when we were in each others heads 24/7, but I miss… us. I'll admit the whole marriage thing may have spooked me a little bit. But I miss you. Like the tides need the moon. Like the Jaffa need symbiotes. I need you."

You should have stopped at the moon Daniel. Even if it is kind of sweet.

"I never said I wanteg to ged married again."

"I know. But when you caught that bouquet and everyone started making a fuss… women love weddings, right?"

"Yeg. But not gevery woman wants to be a bride right awayg. Sam ang Jack were ready… more or less, to cross thag line… Ig not. Yet."

"Really?"

If you make me say that again, I will rip up every single book in your office.

Huh, who needs telepathy to get their message across when a glare works just as well?

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

"Ig pregnant."

"Is it mine?"

You-

He holds out his hand in a defensive position. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm a little doped up here, slows down the reactions a lot. Forgive me?" He turns the puppy dogs eyes up to full power, and I feel my anger start to fade as quickly as it arose.

"Ig not getting marrieg." I insist, crossing my arms across my chest. After all, doped up or not that was damned insulting.

"That's fine. I don't need a ceremony to make a commitment Janet. Although, if it's all the same with you, I'll keep the bracelet on."

"Meeg too."

"So, how long before you're due?"

"Eight and half mongs."

"I can still be called Dad right?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeg."

"Can I tell everyone yet? Does anyone else know? Have you felt it move yet? Any morning sickness? What about your back and your ankles? Are you going to go for a natural birth? Have you thought of any names yet? Does Cassie know?"

"Cassie, The General, Teal'g 'nd Sam gnow. Sam's pregnant tooh, so the Colonel probably gnows."

"Sam too? I guess it was the N'Tinevale? Yeah, that makes sense. You know this would make a great footnote to my study: How gate travellers become influenced by alien cultures they meet. We could investigate and see if any other-"

"Daniel?" I interrupt the explanation before becomes a full babble. There is a time and a place for all things.

"Yes?"

"Shh."

"Oh. Sorry. I kind of got a little carried away, didn't I?"

My half-amused glare is apparently answer enough. He rests both of his hands on my crossed forearms, and another section of my wall crumbles.

"I have missed you Janet."

Okay, don't look into his eyes this time. Be strong. I am a modern independent woman. And ignore the hand stroking your wrist.

"So, if I'm allowed to be a Dad to our baby… can I be your lover again too?"

"We hurt each other quite a glot after Yamyria Daniel." I remind him.

"Is that a maybe?"

"Why don't we take fings slowly for now."

"What ever you want Janet." In one deft movement, that I barely see, he whips off both our bracelets at the same time.

"That's cheating you gnow." I reply as his mind gently wraps around mine, even as he pulls me physically closer to the bed.

"You could have stopped me if you really wanted to. I love you Janet. Please give us another chance?"

My brain betrays me before I can even form the words and he draws me in for our first kiss in weeks. My heart is racing again, but this time it's for a much better reason. Maybe, every once in a while we could take the bracelets off.