Well it's a short chapter, this one. Very short. But necessary. So I'm updating it now because it's short and it's a friday and I'm in a good mood. Love me! (Just kidding!)

Well, I'm working on another stargate one, and that will be my last stargate fic for a while! so please stick around and read that too!

NOTES:

1.) There will be three extra chapters, a three part epilogue. yey!

2.) "Very good, little confused bout her having to stay on the base and why she's getting the blame and Jack's not. But I'm guessing that will be in another chapter. Love how she won't tell jack, and I can't wait to see his reaction." To answer this question, it's not that he's not getting the blame. I'm not showing that. SHE's not getting blamed. They DONT blame her...she stayed alive by it. But it's against regulations for the relationship. The only proof of the relationship is her being pregnant. In other words, know one knows until SHE tells them. So he wouldnt be ABLE to get the blame yet. Understand? I thought I'd make that known to everyone just in case. Good question though!

Anyways! Enjoy!

Chapter Four

Taking it All To Hard

Sam was lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling, when she heard the knock on her door. "Who is it?" she called, though she didn't want to answer at all.

"The big bad wolf. No, honestly Carter, who did you expect, Raa?" It was Jack. Carter rolled over on her side, away from the door and didn't answer. When he got no response, Jack continued. "Carter, I'm coming in."

Sam pulled herself into a ball as the door opened. O'Neill cringed when he saw her lying on the bed like that. "Daniel and Teal'c told me you wouldn't be on our missions for a while, didn't say why though." He eyed her up. "What's wrong, Carter?"

"Go away, sir," Sam muttered into her pillow.

"Ah, see, I take great offense in that," Jack said, stepping forward and flourishing his hands about. "I don't want to go away, and as your commanding officer, I don't have to." No response. He sat down on the bed at her feet and looked at her carefully. "What will you tell them and not me," he said. "I'm part of the team too."

Why not get it over with? Sam thought. Make it blunt like you've been doing with everyone else and just get it OVER with. "I'm having a baby, sir," she said. Somehow saying that seemed a lot easier than saying, "I'm pregnant!"

Jack stiffened. So she'd been out with another man in the past few weeks. Well, good for her; not for him. "Well congratulations, Carter. Who's the lucky da?"

She didn't answer, just stared darkly at the wall in front of her face. Worried, Jack waved a hand in front of her face. Was the child against her will…? He didn't want to think about that. "Hellooo? Sam? Did you hear me?"

"I heard you, sir."

"Then who's the father?"

She paused, then opened her mouth to speak. "You're the father, Jack," she whispered.

His eyes widened. That night. Of course. "Ah," he said. He looked at her mangled state. She had used his first name. Wrong timing, but she had used it. Yay for him. "Sam…I'm…"

She sat up. "Don't say you're sorry," she hissed. When he looked down she pointed at the door. "Please, sir. Leave me alone."

When he opened his mouth to say something, she stopped him. "Out!" she shrieked. She pushed his shoulders to get him off the bed. With no will power of his own, he got up and walked out the door, standing there as it slammed into his face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to the closed door.

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Allright, I know you want to suggest names. so, go ahead, toss some at me. I have one already, but I'm thinking about changing it...