"We're detecting three Goa'uld vessels emerging from hyperspace." Elizabeth said, hurrying down the steps from the briefing room.
Sam looked at her, alarmed. "We don't have the Ancient defense technologies yet."
"Apparently, Anubis started an aerial assault an hour ago. He's taken down a couple of naval cruisers."
Sam pursed her lips. "He's not going to stop there."
"I know."
She bit down a sarcastic response, and took a deep breath. Getting upset was going to do no good for the situation or the baby.
"Okay. So, what happens now?"
"We're staying at DEFCON 3 until we hear otherwise."
Sam nodded, taking a deep breath. "I should be there with them." She said, referencing the group that had gone to Nevada to meet Teal'c and Bra'tac.
"And do what? Add your live and the life of your baby to the death toll?"
Sam bit the internal flesh in her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, that sounded calloused."
"No, you're right." She said, calming down. "It's not my show. Jack's the hero here…we'd just get in the way."
"That's not what I meant."
Sam smiled bravely, something she had been doing a lot lately. "If you need me, I'll be in the infirmary."
"Okay."
--
Sam arrived just as Janet finished bandaging Siler's hand. "Ice, rest, you know the routine." She said, somewhat amused.
He nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Frasier."
She chuckled as he left, and then saw Sam, who was trying desperately not to lose composure right there. "Oh my go…Sam!" She went over and put her arms around her friend. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine…I just…I should be out there. That's my team. That's my husband, for cryin' out loud!"
Janet helped Sam sit on one of the chairs in her office. "I don't know, it's…it's so hard."
Janet nodded.
"I feel like I'm doing a whole lot of complaining and absolutely nothing to help."
"What can you do to help?" Janet asked, softly.
"I KNOW!" She said, the statement bringing more tears to the surface.
"Sam, the only thing you have control over is the health of yourself and your baby. Jack would want you to make that a priority. Now, be honest: how much sleep have you gotten this last week?"
"Not enough." She admitted.
"Let me get you a bed here in the infirmary. You can sleep here, and I'll be right here if you need me."
Sam shook her head. "No…I'll…I can go and be in my quarters. They're more comfortable anyway."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Yeah. I'm sure."
She turned to leave. "The minute there's any word, send someone to get me."
Janet gave a small smile. "Okay."
--
The rapid rapping at the door caused Sam to wake immediately from the semi-dreamlike sleep she had finally succumbed to. "Yes?"
"Major, Dr. Weir said that you were to be informed when the critical moment arose."
Sam was instantly on her feet. She combated the momentary dizziness and nodded. "I'll be right there."
She hurried up to the control room where Elizabeth Weir stood, listening to the radio report. "Thousands of bright yellow ... I don't know ... they're coming from the surface ... I don't know what they are. They're cutting the enemy fleet to shreds! My God, it's beautiful!"
Sam had tears moistening her eyes. "Jack?" She asked.
Elizabeth nodded and used the microphone. "Prometheus, this is Stargate Command. Is there any word on Colonel O'Neill's condition?"
Above the surface of the Earth, George Hammond hung his head. "Stargate Command, at present there is no word on Colonel O'Neill's condition or the status of the rest of the team. I'm sorry."
Sam nodded. "Thank you." She said, weakly.
Suddenly, Hammond's voice came over the intercom. "SG-1 is all right, and Colonel O'Neill is in a cryogenic stasis awaiting the Asgard."
Sam swallowed her tears, and without regard to Elizabeth's rightful place at the controls, she grabbed the microphone. "He's alive?"
"Yes, Major. They're all alive."
Tears of joy burst forth, and she couldn't help but gather Elizabeth into a joyful sisterly embrace. "He's alive!"