This story hasnt gotten as many reviews as most of my other ones, but it's keeping me humble! It's note exactly my best story either, so...it was a for fun I had to share! I hope you enjoy the rest of it, there are...four? more chapters after this I think...and they're all written! Okay, well, I hope you enjoy this installment!

Chapter One: Insights

Hammond groaned as he heard the sound again. How many times was that now? Two? He shot his hand out and fumbled around his bedside table for the source of the sound. His hands closed around a black, wireless phone. Lifting his head up and peering at the time, 0300, he flicked the phone on. "Hammond."

"Sir, this is Captain Flannigan, Area 51, sorry to wake you," came the heavily Irish accented voice from the other end of the line.

"Not a problem, son," Hammond said, though in his mind he was thinking otherwise. Something along the lines of this better be good.

"Sir, someone came through the quantum mirror about," there was a pause as the man checked his watch. "Ten minutes ago."

Hammond sat up on his bed, the covers falling away from him. He was very much awake now. "Any idea who it was, Captain?" The last time this had happened, it had been Carter and Kawalsky, running away from the Goa'uld who'd been attacking their own reality.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Hammond could hear scuffling in the background, and a person shouting, presumably an answer, to Flannigan. "Yes, sir," the Captain said, his voice was shaky. "Major Samantha Carter, sir. She's got quite a few nicks, sir. We're transporting her to the SGC now, sir."

Nodding, Hammond realized that Area 51 had a few bright men and women working for them, contrary to some beliefs. "What's her ETA, Captain?" Hammond asked, swinging his legs off of the bed and moving around his room, grabbing simple clothing.

"0600, sir. And, sir?"

"Yes, son?"

"You might want to know...this Carter is pregnant. About nine months."

Hammond almost dropped the phone, and it took years of training and a strong-will not to. Yet, after the years in the SGC, battling the Goa'uld and other enemies, Hammond was beginning to think he had heard it all. Until this.

"Uh…sir?" Flannigan's voice was filled with unease.

"I'll notify Dr. Frasier," he replied curly. "Thank you, Captain." He flipped the phone shut and heaved a sigh. He had a feeling that this was not going to go over well with Carter. Or O'Neill, a voice said in the back of his mind, but he batted it away aimlessly. But he knew it was right. The thought brought on another sigh. If the situation was worse that Flannigan said, and by the mans voice it seemed as though it just might be, he knew he was going to have to make a few phone calls….

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Major Carter was in her lab early, the itch of the newest artifact brought back from P4X-929 too strong to let her sleep, which proved well for General Hammond. He paused at the door to her lab, watching his smartest scientist fiddling with a strange "doo-hickey" as Colonel O'Neill had so blandly put it, and knew she didn't want to be interrupted. He sighed. But this was something she had to know. He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Carter's head snapped up from her work and her eyes flew to the door. Shoving her chair back, she stood and saluted. "Sir," she said, her voice clear and brisk as though it was ever day she was up at 0500.

Hammond nodded and smiled. "At ease, Major."

Sitting back down on her stool, her face laced with puzzlement, she gestured to a seat on the other side of the workbench. Hammond took it, resting his elbows on the desk and meeting Carter's gaze. He was amazed at how patiently she waited, though her shining eyes suggested her otherwise impatient attitude. He took a breath. "At 0300 this morning, I received a call from Area-51."

Sam's head tilted slightly as the gears in her mind whirred into action, thinking of the numerous situations that could have aroused at the site. Could something have gone wrong? Was an alien piece of technology stolen? The worry must have shown on her face as Hammond gave a small chuckle and waved his hand at her. "It's nothing bad, Major," he said, and watched as her face relaxed. He continued. "It appears as though someone came through the mirror on the base, causing quite a sir."

"Who was it, sir?" Carter asked, her curiosity piqued. The last time this had happened, she had gotten an interesting insight to the way of life one of her doubles led.

"They found you, Major."

Carter inhaled sharply, and her eyes swam with excitement. To think, she was twice lucky in getting an insight to her "other lives." The past Sam had been a doctor, never joined the military and, she paused flicking her eyes downward, had been married to Colonel O'Neill. She would have stayed in the SGC on their reality if it wasn't for the cascade failure. Her train of thought was interrupted as Hammond cleared his throat, brining her back to the present. She snapped her eyes up to him.

"She's in bad shape, Major. The last report we had said she was unconscious still, but that may have changed," he tried to judge her reaction, with little success.

Chewing on the inside of her lip, Sam nodded. Her arrival and apparent condition suggested that, once again, the Goa'uld in that reality had taken over the planet. Or, something else had gone wrong. Hammond spoke again, once more jogging her out of her train of thought.

"Dr. Frasier has been instructed to notify you when she arrives," he said softly, getting up out of his seat.

Sam stood as well, and nodded to the General. "Thank you, sir," she said quietly.

Hammond nodded as he walked out of the room, leaving the Major to finish her work. Once some distance away, he sighed, berating himself. He just couldn't find a way to casually bring up the subject of the pregnancy of the alternate-Sam. Carter would just have to find out on her own…

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I'm mean, arent I? Another chapter will be up tomorrow, sometime, I start sophmore year, so...it may not be in the morning! Thanks for all your reviews and support so far, guys!