Back at the SGC infirmary, Anne ran every test she could think of on Sam – even a few that didn't even make sense to run, all at Jack's insistence to make sure that nothing was wrong with her.
"Sir, I'm going to have to wait on the results of the more extensive tests, but as it is, everything I've got back says she's in perfect health. I think she was probably just allergic to the dust," Anne tried explaining to Jack calmly. "Now, I told her to go home and rest for the rest of the day. She's banned from her lab. Sir, it would probably be best if you drove her home so that we can make sure she's there at least."
"Sure, Doc," something in the back of Jack's mind was still nagging at him and telling him that there was something seriously wrong with Carter… he just didn't know what. "She ready to go?"
Anne nodded, "Yes, sir. She's just getting dressed. Don't let her pick up anything from her lab. I wasn't joking when I said she's banned until 0800 tomorrow, sir."
Jack nodded again, "Sure thing, Doc." Sam came out of the infirmary, looking a little worse for wear, "You ready to go, Carter? The Doc here says you can't go to your lab until 0800 tomorrow. Need to get anything from the locker room?"
Sam stared at him with a glazed expression in her eyes, "That's fine, sir. I'd really just like to go home and sleep if you don't mind."
Anne and Jack raised their eyebrows at each other in silent wonderment at Sam's sudden willingness to go home. Anne recalled that not half an hour before she'd been whining and complaining that she had too much stuff to do just to be sent home because she got into a coughing fit on one mission.
On the way home, Sam was incredibly quiet. Only speaking once Jack had parked the car in her driveway. It was almost 2000 hours and was very dark outside since it was the middle of winter.
"Do you want to come in for some coffee, Jack?" she asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
Jack? Where had that come from? "Umm, look, Carter, I don't think that'd be appropriate given the circumstances."
Sam's gaze said otherwise. Finally, he relented. This is a bad idea, the reasonable part of his brain told him constantly. This is a really good idea, just think about what might happen? the human half of him insisted. Bad! Bad! Jack! Very, very bad!
The evening went well, despite the odd request from Carter. No, it was Sam who made the request, 'Carter' was shoved aside so Sam could act like the woman so many forgot she was (or wouldn't let her forget she was).
It was nearing midnight when Sam's eyes started to droop and Jack decided he better be going home. "Stay," she mumbled when he made to leave. "At least until I fall asleep."
No harm in that, right? It wasn't like she was inviting him to join her in bed or anything. Was she? No, no, Carter would never do that. Would she?
Jack felt himself nod, "Of course I'll stay, Carter."
She was asleep in moments, but suddenly her eyes opened and she sat up. Wait a minute – her eyes. There was something wrong with her eyes… but what?
Jack couldn't tell what was wrong with them, there was just something wrong with them.
Sam looked right through him and glared, spitting on the ground she said, "Kneel before your master, slave!" before passing out right in front of Jack.
The Colonel picked up his cell phone and called the base, getting a Med Team sent to Sam's house immediately. Inside he was screaming and yelling, wanting to know what the hell had happened to his Carter to make her act like that.
When the Med Team arrived, Sam was still out after her little 'episode'. At the SGC, Jack paced the hallway outside the infirmary anxiously as the new CMO of the base, Dr. Brightman, ran test after test on Sam's frail body.
About half an hour after arriving on base, Sam was sleeping in a drug-induced haze while Dr. Brightman, General Hammond, and the rest of SG1 discussed Brightman's findings in the briefing room.
Anne looked down at her papers nervously as she tried to stall the inevitable telling of the test results to the four concerned men in front of her.
"Well, doctor, any time you're ready to begin," General Hammond gave the floor over to the very nervous physician.
Dr. Brightman looked up and met the General's gaze, "Thank you, sir. The test results don't really leave much room for debate." She passed out copies of the results to the men present "If I could have you look at the scan of the area where her spine connects with her brain."
Jack frowned at the scan copy in front of him. It was blurry. Photocopiers didn't produce this kind of a blur. "Dr. Brightman, what exactly are we looking at?"
"I'm not sure, Colonel."
"You're not sure?"
"No, sir. I don't know what that is. But, frankly sirs, the other test results are what have me worried at the moment." At her prompt, the four men turned the page in their notes and were confronted with another scan copy.
"Major Carter's two months pregnant."
A/N: Oohh! Dun, dun, dun! Another cliff hanger! If you're nice and all of you review...I might post on Saturday...but if no one reviews - where's the motivation?