While Daniel sat, comforting Sarah after Osiris had been extracted, Jack sat by Sam's bedside, willing her to wake up as he hold her lifeless hand. She had nearly lost the baby, but Janet's skill had prevented that from happening, but it was only a matter of time before they lost both mother and baby.

He was silent, not knowing what to say, but as he thought about the fact that he didn't know what to say, he remembered Dr. Samantha Carter's visit to the SGC. "Listen, I know you well enough that you don't have a clue what to say, but you don't have to say anything."

"Sam…I know you know that I'm not suddenly Mr. Romance since we got married. I mean, half the time, I can't even remember my name when I'm with you, let alone the rest of the words that Webster has in his dictionary, but…I'm just going to trust that you know that I'm here, even if I don't talk." He whispered, close to her ear.

"Sir?" Janet said, walking into the isolation room. Ironically, this was the same room in which Sam and Jack had first admitted aloud their feelings for one another.

He looked up. "Yeah?"

"Sir, I…you should get some rest. I'll stay with her."

Jack shook his head. "I'll be here for her, just like she would be here for me."

"Colonel, it's not likely that she'll wake up in the next day or so."

"She will, Doc." He said, confidently. "She has to. Her chances decrease dramatically after the first day."

Janet looked at him. "I know, but…maybe this isn't something that we can just fix."

There was a knock on the open door as Daniel entered. "How's she doing?"

"Not good, I'm afraid." Janet said, with a look of sadness.

"Maybe I can help." Sarah said, following behind him.

Janet took a deep breath and looked at Jack, who didn't respond.

"Colonel O'Neill, you know that this was my fault-"

Daniel coughed. "Osiris's fault." He corrected.

She ignored him and continued. "-and I would like to fix it. Daniel tells me that you have a goa'uld healing device on the base. Perhaps I can heal her."

Jack barely nodded, knowing Sam would have approved of the tangible evidence of forgiveness.

A few minutes later, one of the SFs brought the healing device and handed it to Daniel. Daniel gave it to Sarah, who took a deep breath. She stretched out her hands with her eyes closed, but as she was about to power the device, she opened her eyes in fear. "I can't do this, Daniel."

"Come on, Sarah. I know you can do it. This is something for you as much as it is for her."

She looked from Daniel to Jack, who stood. "Dr. Gardiner, Sam had a hard time with this the first time that she did it…she had to heal Cronus. I'm not telling you this to make you feel inferior, but…if anyone's willing to give you a chance, it's Sam." He said, swallowing the lump in his throat. After all, he had just gotten another family, and he wasn't going to let it go the way he had seen the first slip through his fingers.

She nodded, taking renewed strength from his words. The golden beam of the healing device surrounded Sam as Sarah concentrated. The beam was disconnected. "She's very weak." She said, apologetically. "And so is the baby."

Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks when she realized that Osiris had deliberately tried to kill Sam without thought of the child that she was carrying within her.

"Please…" Jack managed. Anymore and he would have allowed the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks to do so.

She nodded. She activated the beam once again. This time it was much stronger. Sam's chest rose in evidence of a deep breath as Sarah ended the session. She faltered, trying to stay on her feet, but Daniel caught her as Janet hurried over. "Sarah?"

"I'm all right." She affirmed, standing upright once more.

"Daniel, take her to rest." Janet ordered. He nodded, and began to lead her back to her cot in the infirmary when a voice stopped them all.

"Wait."

She turned. "Yes?"

Sam looked over, weakly. "Thank you."

Sarah had tears glistening in her eyes as did Daniel, Janet and even Jack. "No, Major Carter. Thank you."

"It's Sam."

"Sam." She affirmed.

With that, Daniel led Sarah from the room as Janet checked Sam's vital signs. "She's going to make a full recovery." Janet said, a smile on her face.

"Thanks, Doc."

"Don't thank me, Colonel. It was Sarah and Daniel."

"No…I mean…thanks for being open-minded enough…"

She nodded. "I understand."

"Thanks."

She left and Jack turned to Sam. "I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you." He admitted softly.

"I know. I heard you. In a tiny place in my heart, I heard those words, and they helped me hold on." She said, looking into his relieved and yet, sorrowful chocolate colored eyes.

"Don't do that to me again…and I have no problem making that an order."

She smiled, tiredly. "Okay, Jack…I won't do it to you, ever again."

He kissed her forehead. "Get some sleep."

She closed her eyes before she gasped.

"What?" He asked, worried.

She took a deep breath, placing one hand on her gently rounded stomach. "I think the baby kicked me."

Jack laughed and turned down to speak to her stomach. "Hey, Homer! Let your mom sleep okay? She's been through a lot today!"

Sam groaned. "Jack…it's NOT going to be Homer."

"Maggie?"

Sam leaned forward to send her own message to their unborn child. "Don't even think about listening to any of this nonsense. You are not one of the Simpsons. You are an O'Neill."

The baby moved around, almost in celebration of this fact, and Sam placed his hand on her belly to feel it. Then, she looked at Jack, tears in her eyes. "I guess she liked that."

"She?"

"Okay, Baby O'Neill likes being an O'Neill."

Jack kissed Sam and then smiled his own tender smile. "Good. Because I'm sure glad that this baby is going to be an O'Neill…and I'm glad that this baby's mommy is putting up with ol' papa O'Neill."

"Always, Jack." Sam said, as her eyelids drooped, demanding sleep. "Always."