Effects of the Virus of the Touched
Jack/Sam
"Broca Divide" Spoilers
Author's Note: This is the first story in a trilogy. It all started with a dream that I had- the scene will be in the conclusion of the trilogy, sorry!
She leaned against the lockers, feverishly. She was on a mission and was not about to be deterred. A coy smile played on her lips. He was hiding.
All right. If he wanted to play games, she would play. A simple game of hide-and-seek, right? Child's play. She smiled inwardly at her own choice of words.
What little was left of her rational mind protested. He was her commanding officer, strictly off-limits. But within a few seconds, her mind was contemplating the kinds of games she could play with him…and his towel. He put the towel into the locker and pulled out a black shirt. By now, all thoughts of games were gone. Logic was gone too. All that was left was the unquenchable desire and need that tortured her body.
She shut the locker door as he lifted that black shirt over his head, inadvertently flexing his abdominal muscles. He saw her. "Oh, sorry, Carter! Didn't know you were here."
He hurried to continue putting his shirt on, and she found it incredibly sexy. She grabbed him and kissed him, hard. He was surprised by her kiss and consequently stumbled over his words. "What the hell's going on here?"
"I want you." She growled, kissing him and pressing herself against him. Yes, she would get what she wanted from him.
Captain Samantha Carter got out of the tent and walked toward the crackling campfire. It was her turn to take watch. She tapped Colonel Jack O'Neill on the shoulder.
He looked up to see her and nodded. As he walked back toward the tent that she had recently vacated, she sat down where he had previously sat. Then, with her grip on the P-90 in her hands, she looked up at the stars. According to her calculations, it would be light in about three hours. She yawned. Yep, she was definitely starting her day on the early side.
Jack awoke two and a half hours later with the rising suns. He walked outside, expecting Carter to be sitting by the fire, with coffee percolating, but he was disappointed. He started the coffee himself, and walked toward Carter's last position. As he approached, he saw her arm lying to the side awkwardly. His black ops training took over, and soon he was ready to deal with some stealthy enemy who had injured- or worse, killed- his second-in-command without alarming the rest of the camp.
He crept around the tree, not looking at her, but around, in case someone or something was preparing to strike. He felt her neck for a pulse, while he did so, surprised to find a strong one. He looked into Sam's sleeping face, and he was surprised that she had fallen asleep on watch. If anything she was the last one who would have fallen asleep on duty.
"Carter!" He whispered harshly.
She didn't answer, not even stirring at the sound of his voice.
"Carter!" He said, more strongly.
As she jerked awake, her own defensive techniques emerged. She hit him in the jaw, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Her face paled as she realized who she had just hit. "Colonel! I am SO sorry!"
He stood up, rubbing his jaw. "No problem. I like your style. Hit first, ask questions later."
Before he could ask her why she had fallen asleep, her eyes widened with a look of inexplicable horror as the pungent smell of the coffee wafted toward them.
"What?" He asked, turning around to see if something was lurking behind him. He saw nothing and as he turned back to face her, he saw her running to a bush and heard the all-too-familiar sounds of someone retching. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Crap!"
"Carter, are you okay?" He asked, as he approached her heaving form.
She finished throwing up and accepted Jack's military issue handkerchief as she tried to wipe her mouth. He helped her stand up, and she leaned on him. "You okay?"
She nodded, weakly.
"What happened?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. One minute, I was wondering why I fell asleep on watch and then, I smelled coffee, and…"
"That bad, huh?"
She turned a slightly glazed look toward him. "Sir?"
"My coffee must be bad if just smelling it made you throw up."
She grimaced. "Yes sir."
Noticing that his usually charming wit had no effect on her this morning, he realized that something really was wrong. "Come on, Carter. We're going to go to the Gate and take you to the infirmary."
"But the mission," she protested.
"I am not going to make contact with the locals only to give them the flu! Now, gear up, Captain." He ordered.
"Yes, sir." She said, heading into her tent.
As the wormhole disengaged, General Hammond entered the Gate Room. "What happened, son?"
"I think SG-1 may have been contaminated." Jack said, walking down the ramp.
"With an alien influence?"
"Not so alien," Sam said, with a weak smile.
"Care to explain?"
"Carter's got the flu. We figured it would be best to go get checked out by Doc Fraiser before trying to make contact with the locals." Jack said.
"Understood. SG-1, report to the infirmary!"
Dr. Janet Fraiser ran the usual battery of tests on SG-1 with no results. However, she didn't give up. After all, Colonel O'Neill and Captain Carter had had some interesting bodily contact. No one had known just how far they had gone before the infirmary was alerted, and Janet was somewhat frightened that it was that contact that had initiated these symptoms and that though the symptoms were flu-like, they were not contagious. By any means.
"Captain Carter, it's Doctor Fraiser, could you and Colonel O'Neill report to the Infirmary?" Janet asked, calling the Isolation room where SG-1 was being kept.
"Of course." She said, noting the graveness of Janet's voice. "We'll be right there."
She hung up the phone, and turned to her team mates. "Colonel. Dr. Fraiser needs to see us."
Jack gave a sarcastic smile. "Great. Just what I needed. The Napoleonic power monger to stick more needles in me."
Sam chuckled despite the fact that in the last two days, the nausea had not abated, and none of the other members of SG-1 had shown any signs of the illness. "Shall we go?"
"Thanks for coming." Janet said, sitting at her desk after motioning for them to sit down in her office. "I have some information that I think you should both be made aware of."
Sam looked at Jack questioningly. "Okay. What is it?"
"Sam, you're pregnant. And I have reason to believe that it has to do with the Virus of the Touched."
Sam paled and closed her eyes. God, no! She prayed. He's my commanding officer!
"Are you sure?" Jack sputtered.
"Not entirely. But I can promise you that Sam is pregnant. I need her permission to do an amniocentesis. It has a slight risk of miscarriage, but if you refuse and it is found that this is Colonel O'Neill's child, it will be harder to plead an alien influence defense in a court martial."
"Okay." Sam peeped.
"You're just going to say okay to that?" Jack asked.
"What other choice do I have, Colonel?"
Jack took a deep breath. "None. I guess."
"Exactly."
"We can have the test set up in a matter of minutes." Janet continued.
"All right. I'm ready now."
"All right, this way." Janet said, leading her to one of the examination rooms.
Jack and Sam waited in their respective offices for the news, carefully avoiding one another. It wasn't until the next day that the results came in. "Colonel O'Neill, Captain Carter, please report to the infirmary."
Each of them took a deep breath, though each had different reasons for doing so, and headed to the infirmary.
"Well, I was right. This has to do with the Virus of the Touched. Colonel O'Neill, you are the father of Captain Carter's child."
They both inhaled deeply, trying to digest the reality of the situation.
"General Hammond is working on getting Presidential pardons for you and all of the other couples in similar situations. Thankfully, none of you are currently married to other people. That would have been quite messy."
"There are other couples?" Sam asked.
"Yes. It wasn't until after the third case of attempted rape was reported that we sectioned off the male and female officers."
"Rape?" Sam asked.
"It's the term that we believe best describes the situation. None of you were in your right minds, however, and so, there will probably not be charges of sexual assault pressed."
Sam let her head drop into her hands. "I am an Air Force officer, my career has been spotless. Not even a reprimand on file. And I'm going to be dismissed because of an alien influence?" She muttered.
"There are no promises or guarantees either way at this point." Janet reminded her. "However, General Hammond would like to see you in his office. He has a few things to ask you individually and as a couple."
Jack's mind did a double take at the mention of the word 'couple.' He and Carter weren't a couple, they were two individuals. Not that she wasn't great- witty, beautiful, charming, and a hell of a lot smarter than he was. It was just that- he wasn't exactly ready to have another kid. The fact of the matter was, he wasn't sure if he would ever really want any more kids at all.
"Do you know when General Hammond wants to see us?"
"I don't know. However, his standing orders are that the couples in question are to return to their homes and do some thinking about what they would like to do. He'll forward requests to the President. I think he'll contact you when he's ready to talk to you."
Sam and Jack nodded, bleakly. "Thanks, Janet."
"Thanks, Doc."
"You're welcome. Oh, and Sam-" She reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of prenatal vitamins. "You're going to need to start taking these."
She nodded. "Thank you."