Later that day Jack heard a knock on the lockeroom door as he was preparing to go home.

"O'Neill, may I speak to you?"

"Yeah, T, come on in," Jack finished pulling on his sweater as Teal'c opened the door, "What can I do for you?" he asked bending down to put on his sneakers.

"Have you noticed anything odd around the base as of late?" Teal'c asked.

"Like what, in particular?"

"Noises. Ones that are too loud or should not be there?"

"Naw, not really. Why do you ask?" Teal'c proceeded to tell the Colonel about his experience with the two airmen.

"Probably nothing," Jack told him, "fluke with the ventilation. Make Siler take a look at it, or ask for different quarters."

"But I have had the same quarters for almost six years, and there has never been any previous difficulties."

"Then go with the first option," Jack shrugged as he left the room.

That night the Colonel couldn't seem to sleep. He'd already worked out six different reasons for Teal'c's story and how to fix them, but still his mind wasn't satisfied. His body was tired, but he couldn't sit still or lie down, his mind wanted to DO something. Jack couldn't even read, which according to Carter got him snoring faster than her idea of an interesting conversation. By twelve o'clock am he rolled over for what seemed the millionth time and picked up his cellphone. The other end rang a few times before a sleepy voice asked, "Hello?"

"Hey Carter," Jack smiled at the sound of her voice.

"Colonel? What the hell? It's midnight. Sir, is something wrong?"

"Not really," said Jack, "just couldn't sleep."

"Then why the hell are you calling me?" graoned Sam. The Colonel ignored this question.

"You want to play twenty questions? Bet I can stump you this time."

"Are you even tired?" groaned Sam.

"No."

"Then read a book or something"

"I already tried-" Sam didn't even wait for his excuse before hanging up. Jack glared at the phone for a few seconds before dialing a new number. There were a few rings and a click.

"Hey Jonas... "

"Jack, I'd love to chat, really, but I'm not having a good ni-" there was a snap and some swearing from Jonas' end, "I just keep breaking things!" the Kelownan whined, "Maybe I should just go to bed." As the signal cut out Jack heard a sound more like crunching than a phone returning to the hook.

The next morning Jack O'Neill found himself sitting in the commisary, alone for SG-1's morning ritual known as breakfast.

Where is everyone? he wondered. Jonas and Teal'c are always so prompt, and Carter's at the base by like, six in the morning, even if SG-1 doesn't have a mission. It was time for search and rescue.

Jonas as it turned out, was sulking in his office.

"I've decided not to touch anything," the young man said, "'cause if one more thing breaks I'm gonna'..." he slammed his fist into the desk, which unexpectedly buckled under the force of the blow. Jack's eyebrows became one with his hairline.

"Jeeze, not even Teal'c The Elephant could manage that."

"Exactly!" cried Jonas. "It's like I've got ... bad karma or something. But I've done nothing to deserve it. Have I?"

"Better not," shrugged Jack, "you seen Carter this morning?"

"Um, I think she called in sick. Stomach flu or something. Yet seeing as it's a member of SG-1, I'm surprised they haven't called a state of emergency."

O'Neill shook his head, "What a weird day. Sam's voluntarily staying home, you have...bad karma, and Teal'c's..."

"Not an elephant," a deep voice came from the doorway. Jack cringed.

"You been there the whole time, T?"

"Indeed not, O'Neill," Teal'c replied, "I have only just arrived."

"Then how did you..."

Unbeknownst to the two other men, Jonas had edged towards the phone, gingerly picking up the handset and dialing the infirmary.

"Hello, Janet?" he spoke, "yeah, I think I got your proof."

They'd been sitting in the infirmary for over three hours. Sam had been brought in from home, and was now asleep on one of the cots. Jack, Jonas and Teal'c where awake, but, needless to say, bored out of their skulls. A clicking of heels announced the approach of Dr. Fraiser. The small brunette was scrutinizing her clipboard as if, for once, she didn't know what to make of it.

"All right," Janet sighed, "I could only get the gist of what's going on here, so no questions. It appears your brainwave patterns and genetic structure are being altered somehow. A virus most likely, but I'm not sure . Probably contracted from the dust in those sarcophagi. The thing is, the affects are slightly different for each of you, and Major Carter doesn't even have it, even though you all breathed in the same gas."

"So what does Sam have?" asked Jack. Dr. Fraiser bit her lip.

"Ummm..."

"Just stomach flu? She immune?"

"Major Carter's pregnant."

"Oh," said Jack. He didn't quite know what to make of this information. 'Carter' and 'mom' were two words he'd never seen going together. At that moment he noticed the looks the other two were giving him. Jonas was trying not to smile, and Teal'c had this incredulous raised eyebrow thing going on.

"What?" he barked.

"Well," Jonas was stifling a laugh. "it's just if Sam's pregnant, everyone thinks your most likely to be the, um ... yeah."

Jack's frown deepened, "The what?" he growled, "say it!"

"Father."

Janet gave a snort of laughter, "He wishes, but it's nothing like that," she informed them, "the fetus shows at least two month's growth, and it definitely wasn't there when I gave Sam her physical last week."

"Oh thank god," said Jack.

"Now you know you have a disturbing job when you can say that."

"Yes, but more importantly, what are we going to do?"

"Welll..." Janet grimaced. The boys never liked this decision.

TBC

AN: the updates may be coming a little quickly, but I don't like to post things until I have them all done, or else the seperate chapters would be a LONG time coming and poeple would loose interest.

This being siad the sequel may be a LONG time coming...