Wow...okay, stuffing my foot in my mouth. Thanks for all the reviews guys! I'll uhm...read them and respond to them as soon as ALLOWS ME TO SEE THEM! Gr. but, in the meantime, have another chapter. READ THE NOTE AT THE BOTTOM WHEN YOUR DONE PLEASE:)

Chapter Two: Woah…

0630. Carter's hand snapped to the receiver of the phone, picking it up and placing it between her head and shoulder, leaving her hands free for working. "Carter," she said.

"Sam," Janet's voice came from the receiver. "She's here."

The tools that were in Sam's hands slipped and clattered onto the desk. "I'll be right there," she said swiftly, putting the phone down harshly and trotting out of the lab down the hallway.

Slipping into the infirmary, empty except for a few injured personnel on the other side of the room and the nurses, Sam spotted her double immediately. Daniel and Teal'c were already there, watching Janet work, and she slipped up behind them.

Daniel took a sip of his coffee, then licked his lips, turning to Sam a moment later. His eyes shifted across hers, attempting to read her reaction to the situation. Nothing. She quirked her eyebrows at him, silently asking How did you get here before me?

"They were brining her in when I got here," he said. Nodding his head at Teal'c he continued, "I found him and we came here immediately."

"Ah," Sam said softly, rocking back on her heels nervously. "How's she doing?"

Janet clicked together one last connection on a machine and turned to face her. "Not so good. Fractured wrist, countless cuts and bruises and I suspect internal bleeding. And she's a couple of hours into labor."

Her eyes widened and she snorted, grasping the bed rail until her knuckles were white. "Labor?"

Nodding, Janet stepped aside and Sam saw for the first time, her other double. Her hair was a mess and her face and arms were red and bruised. Her eyes followed her right arm which curled protectively around her enlarged stomach. Sam swallowed hard.

Daniel winced. "Yeah," he said, searching the room with his eyes. He rolled up onto the balls of his toes uncomfortably. "I knew this was going to be awkward."

"Indeed," Teal'c said, raising an eyebrow at the Sam's.

A clap brought their attention to the entrance to the infirmary, where Colonel O'Neill was waltzing in. "So, kid's," he said, his voice light and joking. "What's the great mystery of the…woah," his train of thought stopped as his eyes found their way to the bed. He stepped over slowly, hovering in-between Carter and Daniel's position.

The alternate Sam's eyes blinked open, her gaze shifting around the room, shocked when they passed over Carter, and landed on O'Neill. "Sir," she said weakly, mustering a smile as she pushed herself up on the bed, allowing Janet to help her sit up.

"Everyone," Janet said as she settled the girl on the bed. "Meet Lieutenant Samantha Carter of the US Marines and SGO," she raised her eyebrows at them.

"Marines?" Carter asked, shaking her head. She never saw herself in the marines, only airforce. And obviously, this Carter wasn't in the marines anymore.

"Well that's one up from last time," O'Neill murmured. He swept his gaze over the Sam on the bed, and his eyes landed on the alternates enlarged stomach. Eyes wide, he stepped back in shock. "Woah." Shifting his eyes to his Carter, he saw her blush and look down, squirming under his gaze. He gulped as the sight sunk in.

"My thought exactly, sir," Carter, from the SGC, muttered. They all looked at her sympathetically.

"Sorry if I'm causing trouble," rasped a voice from the bed. Lieutenant Carter smiled weakly at them. "I didn't know what else to do."

A moment of silence fell on the room. Coughing, Jack waved his hand and grinned. "Not a problem," he said. "We've had something like this before."

The Carter on the bed beamed up at him, grateful. Then, her face twisted in pain and she grunted, her entire body going rigid. Janet grasped her hand, and Samantha clenched it, panting in pain. After a moment, it subsided, and she fell back on the bed.

"What was that?" Jack asked, shifting a gaze to Major Carter. "That whole…realities catching up…thing?"

Sam shook her head. "No, sir," she said. "I think that was…"

"A contraction," Janet filled in. Jack cringed, and he wasn't the only one. Daniel was busy trying to look elsewhere and their Sam was fidgeting next to the bed. Janet brushed away a piece of hair from the alternate Sam's face. "How long have you been in labor?"

Glancing at the wall clock before answering, she said, "Eight hours."

Janet nodded. "We're going to have to get you to an iso room. Colonel, SG-1 has to clear out. We'll call you in when she's ready to debrief."

XxX

Sam heaved a sigh and threw herself down in a chair, folding her hands together and resting her chin on them. Daniel sat down across from her, glancing worriedly at her. Teal'c slipped silently into a seat between the two of them. O'Neill, coming in the door last, glanced at the last chair awkwardly, across from Teal'c and between Sam and Daniel.

Instead of sitting, he made his way to Sam, clasping her gently on the shoulder. His heart lurched as she turned her head and looked up at him sadly with her beautiful blue eyes. "You okay?" he murmured.

She nodded into the backs of her hands. "Yes, sir," she said quietly, though in truth she was unsure. Seeing herself, pregnant, did things to her heart. Sure, she had always wanted a family, to settle down with a great man, she blushed, preferring not to name her choice, even in her mind in this room, and have children some day. Now, seeing her alternate self, living her own dream, it tore at her heart. The hand slipped away from her shoulder as O'Neill sat down, but he still watched her closely.

Daniel tried a different approach. "How are you handling this?" he asked, shoving his glasses lightly up onto his nose, peering at Sam through the foggy glass.

Shrugging her shoulders, she sighed. "It's…odd," she said, picking her words carefully.

Jack sat back in his seat, running his hands through his hair as he propped his feet up on the desk. "I'll say," he said. "Marines? C'mon Carter…"

Daniel rolled his eyes, (and he wasn't the only one), and continued. "But what about the, er…you know," he said, waving his hands around in an attempt to avoid embarrassment. His cheeks heated up. "Your alternate realities…pregnancy."

There was a cough and a thunking noise as O'Neill's boots slipped off the desk. He thudded his chest, wheezing slightly as he tried to clear his throat. "Wrong pipe," he rasped hoarsely, waving the conversation on, pointedly ignoring Teal'c raised eyebrow.

Shifting in her seat, Sam averted her gaze, feeling the heat tinge in her cheeks. "Ah," she said, uncomfortable with the subject. Putting her thoughts into words for her friends to hear? Especially…she shook her head and continued. "Well…"

A phone rang, holding her answer at bay as Jack reached into his shirt and flipped the cell open. "O'Neill," he barked into it. He nodded twice, then flicked the phone shut. "She's ready for debriefing," he said, not meeting Carter's eyes.

All four of them got up in a hurry, abandoning the table as they made their way down the hallway and into the room of the alternate Carter, who smiled at them before grimacing in pain, facing another contraction. Major Carter grimaced and forced herself to settle down in a chair next to the bed, intent on the story the Lieutenant had to tell…

XxX

Dr. Fraiser slipped into Hammond's office and was waved into a seat. Settling her jacket around her she folded her hands over her lap and settled her gaze onto the General.

"Well?" he asked. "How's she doing?"

Fraiser glanced down at her hands and sucked on her lips before looking back up to the General. "She's dying, sir," she said mournfully. "And there's nothing I can do to stop it."

"Tropical Cascade Failure?" Hammond asked after a moment of searching for the right term.

Fraiser shook her head. "Not yet, sir. She's been cut up real bad, and is bleeding internally," she lowered her head. "I could go in for an operation, but that would jeopardize the health of the baby; Lieutenant Carter already said no."

Hammond considered her for a moment, rapping his fingers on his desk. He knew how hard it was for the doctor to stand by and watch a patient die. But he also knew, as well as she, that the baby the Lieutenant was carrying stood a greater chance of survival than it's mother…and if it was one or neither, everyone would reluctantly agree on the one. "How much longer does she have?"

"It's hard to say, sir," Fraiser said softly, looking back up. "I'd say a few hours, probably enough time to birth the baby."

Hammond nodded solemnly, dropping his head to his hands briefly. This was going to be a long day for them all.

XxX

To my reviewers: I propose an offer. Challenge me to a one-shot. I dont know anything past season 8, and I'd prefer only Sam x Jack, Daniel x someone, Teal'c x Someone pairings...no promises that I'll TAKE the challenge, school and cross country being a bear, but I'll see what I can do XD