Well! By popular demand…of my own mind… HERE IS THE ALTERNATE ENDING! YEY! It "replaces" chapters 6&7, but NOT the epilogue! I hope you enjoy this…I know some of you will

Note: Uggh, I think I lost character in here, so it's kind of sucky…in my opinion…hope you guys like it thooo

Alternate Birth:

Sam cringed as a jab of pain shot through her stomach. "Stupid bracks and hicks," she muttered under her breath, laying down on her bed and rubbing her stomach, trying to get the baby to settle down. She closed her eyes, slowly feeling herself drifting off to sleep. Moments later, she felt another pain. Screaming, she sat bolt upright. She flipped her wrist up to her face and examined her watch. Squinting her eyes as she thought, she could feel the blood drain from her face. The last contraction had only been twenty minutes ago. Was she going into labor?

She forced herself to breathe deeply as she yanked her calendar off the wall and looked at it in the dim light. It was August 25. She was due the 26. Suddenly, her heart felt heavy, and she could swear the walls were closing in on her. She felt light headed. Whimpering slightly, she grabbed the radio next to her bed. "Janet," she rasped into it. "It's begun."

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At zero-seven-hundred hours the next morning, Samantha Carter was full into her labor. Sweat drained down her cheeks, mingling with the salty tears that came out of her eye. Janet was squeezing her hand besides her, attempting to get her friend to push when the alarm lights in the room began flashing red. "Un-authorized incoming travelers," came the voice over the speaker.

"SG-1," Sam panted. Fear coursed through her blood for a moment, before another pain came. She flopped back on the bed.

Janet mopped her sweaty brow in the pause between contractions. "Most likely," she told her.

Sam moaned. She couldn't do this anymore, it wasn't physically possible. A choking sob escaped her throat. "Get Colonel O'Neill," she whispered, whimpering at the pain she felt.

Janet's eyes widened, but she said nothing, only rushed to the phone on the wall and rang up Hammond. "General?" she said. "Send Colonel O'Neill in here immediately, Samantha wants him."

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The gate had just closed behind Colonel Jack O'Neill, and he was rubbing his hands through his hair when General Hammond strode through the doors. Jack saluted him weakly, with a wave of his hand as the General approached. ""Well that was a fun little trip, but Toto, I do believe we are back in Kansas and I can't say I'm sad to see it…" he mumbled under his breath.

"Colonel O'Neill," he said. O'Neill looked up, his eyes tired. "You are to report to the infirmary immediately."

O'Neill cocked his head sideways. "Sir?" Didn't they always report immediately to the infirmary.

"Room 21C," Hammond elaborated. "You should find Major Carter and Dr. Fraiser there."

The sleepy-ness from O'Neill's eyes vanished. His eyebrows climbed his forehead and he fought to keep the strain out of his voice. "Is something wrong, sir?"

"Major Carter has gone into labor."

Daniel and Teal'c, who had been waiting near-by, stopped their conversation and looked at the General and Jack. Jacks face went pale. As if in a daze, he stripped off his pack and his weapon, letting the former fall to the floor and shoving the latter into the Generals hands. Then he walked out of the room and trotted down the hallway.

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Sam was in the middle of another contraction, refusing to push, when Colonel O'Neill burst through the door.

"Good," Janet said, standing up from where she had been sitting next to Sam, trying to coax some sense into her. "Maybe you can talk some sense into her." She walked out of the door, and hovered near-by it, far enough away for privacy, but close enough to offer assistance.

Sam had her head buried into her pillow and had her eyes squeezed shut when O'Neill strode over and sat down next to her, grabbing the hand that was dangling on the side of the bed tightly. "Carter," he said sternly but jokingly. "What's this all about."

Carter sung her head to look at him and broke out in a fresh set of tears. "I can't do it, sir," she choked. "I just ca…ah!" she choked back a scream as another stabbing pain enveloped her stomach.

Feeling the instinct of a puppy that watched his master get hurt and couldn't do anything but snuffle at him to check for any wounds, Jack scootched his chair closer to Sam, and stroked the hair away from her forehead. "Can't do what…Sam?" he said, using her last name in attempt to draw her out of her tears.

She gestured her free hand at her stomach as tears rolled down her cheeks. "This, sir," she said. "I can't…have…this child," she shook her head wildly back and fourth. "I just can't!"

Jack grimaced. If he tried harder, he could have been there for her, and she wouldn't be in so much…emotional…pain now. He took his free hand and placed it on her stomach, feeling the wild kick of the child inside. His touch seemed to calm her, even if it only startled her into calm. It had been a long time since he had felt his child kick inside it's mother…since back when his ex-wife was pregnant. When she had gone into labor, he had been a grinning nervous idiot, there for her the entire way. Through each of her contractions, he had let her almost break his hand, and in between, he had massaged her violent stomach, putting his head down on the swollen lump and scolding the baby for hurting its mother, for she would never hurt him, drawing fits of tired laugher from Sarah. With a quick look up and down Sam, he decided to take a plunge and try that on her now. Either she would kill him now…or she would kill him later.

Moving his hand around her stomach, feeling the thumps from inside slow, he bent down to place his right ear on the mass. "Hey now," he said, gently prodding Sam's stomach. "You need to stop hurting your mother, you know, she would never do that to you." A choked laugh from Sam. Good. It was working. "So why don't you come out right now so we can see exactly why she's going through all this pain."

Sam laughed again, feeling the well in her eyes slow to a stop. She was amazed that her baby's father was doing all this, especially after the torture she had put him through. She cringed, almost forgetting about that. Opening her mouth to say something, she only let out a small moan as another contraction started.

In a flash, one of Jack's hands was in hers, and his other was at her shoulders pulling her to sit up as she pushed. "Fraiser!" he called, summoning the doctor back in. Sam detected a hint of worry in his voice.

In a flurry of a white coat, Janet was in the room. "Almost there, Sam!" she called from the foot of the bed. "I see a head! Push, Sam, push!"

Jack shot Sam a goofy grin, he couldn't help it – his second child was on the verge of being born. Sam gave him a shaky smile back and crushed his hand again as he helped her through the final moments.

A few minutes later, a baby's cry filled the room, and an exhausted Sam flopped back on the bed, still grasping Jacks hand. Smiling, Janet presented a clean baby to Sam. "Congratulations, Sam," she said. "Here's your baby girl."

Sam slipped her hand out of Jacks in order to reach up and bring her child to her chest. Janet walked silently out of the room.

Watching his daughter and her mother together, O'Neill couldn't help but grin. A stray thought turned him solemn. After months of not talking to him, there was no way Carter would want him in her life now. These past minutes had only been a rush of hormones. Smiling grimly, Jack eased back from the bed and made his way for the door.

Sam looked up from the baby suddenly to find Jack's hand twisting the doorknob of the door. Her heart flooded with sadness, embarrassment, shame and lust at the same time. "Jack!" she cried hoarsely. "Wait!"

O'Neill looked of his shoulder casually at Carter. "Yea?"

Her lower lip quivered and a single tear glided down her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was wrong to turn you away…I…I was scared," she ducked her head. Her next wears were barely audible as her voice wavered. "Please, stay."

In three steps, Jack was back next to the bed, sweeping Sam into his arms and sliding behind her on the bed. He buried his head into her neck and gazed down at his daughter, a lonesome tear swiftly making its way down his haggard face. Sam let out a choked sob of glee, pushing her head back into the Colonel's shoulder. She twisted her head to face him and he enveloped her lips in his. Not being a man of many words, he conveyed his feelings of forgiveness well.

Sam shifted her daughter in her hands, allowing room for Colonel O'Neill to take her. The Colonel didn't, but did tickle her head, leaving his other arm securely wrapped around Carter's waist. "So you take orders nicely," he told the baby girl. "I see you'll do well in the military."

Sam chuckled. "I don't think so," she said. Gazing into the baby's bright blue eyes and watching Jack toussel her brown hair, she said. "She needs a name."

"Elizabeth," Jack said automatically. "It was er…what we…Sarah and I, were going to name Charlie if he was a girl."

Sam nodded. "Elizabeth," she repeated. "Elizabeth Mae Carter. It has a certain ring to it."

"O'Neill," Jack said sharply. "Elizabeth Mae O'Neill."

"Sir?" Carter said quizzically. Could he be suggesting what she thought he was?

He continued slowly. "If we…you and I, that is…get married…it would be Elizabeth Mae O'Neill…that is if you'd wa…"

Carter was close to speechless. "You would marry me, sir? If regulations allowed?"

Jack barked a nervous laugh. "Heck Carter, if regulations allowed I would have asked you on a date the month after we met."

Sam held back happy tears. "Elizabeth Mae O'Neill it is." She said. Jack twisted her face around to kiss her again.

The day progressed, bringing in a sheepish Daniel and Teal'c then later a General Hammond and later and ecstatic Cassandra, who yelled at Sam for not telling her about the baby and Jack and automatically volunteered for any babysitting job. Each and every person who came in was shocked speechless when they saw Jack sitting proudly next to Sam.

When the sun fell, night found Major Samantha soon-to-be O'Neill passed out on the bed from sheer exhaustion and her ecstatic fiancée Colonel Jack O'Neill sitting next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, holding her hand with one of his hands…and cradling the baby's head with the other.

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Sooooo did you like that better? I hope everyone liiiiked it. It took an hour to write! Hope that satisfies everyone.

So. IF (IF being the keyword here) I DO write another story, I need your advice.

I have two ideas in mind.

SG-1 goes off to another world and disappears. 7 months later, they return, with some shocking suprises! And the worst part is, they cant remember anything except for the last minute on the planet, when they walked back through the stargate, and even THAT is a blur! Uh-oh! They need to sort some things out! Sam x Jack

Sam watches Jack "die" and tries to protect his "lifeless" body from a disaster. When she takes the damage herself and falls into a fitful coma like state, losing the will to live, will anyone be able to wake her up? Sam x Jack x angst.

A cross between the two and possibly a sequal to this. SG-1 returns from a mission months later. Sam begins to feel sick and hallucinates, watching Jack and Elizabeth's "deaths" (or if it's not a sequal…then only Jacks! (easier to work with too) perhaps the "next – time" you're looking for that I mentioned without there being a "first time" hint hint) she falls into a coma and cant wake up! Can someone save her? Sam x Jack

Anything you've been dying to read but cant find anyone having written it? Something you think I should tackle!

REMEMBER NONE OF THESE ARE A GUARANTEE! Especially FOUR but they are a possibility! Which Do YOU think should be the best!

---Aria