"Well, you're onto something." Janet said, walking into the room with Sam's chart in hand. "Your pre-mission blood test showed significantly raised levels of estrogen while your post-mission blood test indicated a normal amount of estrogen. Now, in comparison with General O'Neill's chart, the difference in your estrogen levels seems to have been passed to General O'Neill alongside the fetus, placenta, and fetal sac. Only, his body is reading it as testosterone, which is indicated by his drastically altered testosterone levels."
Jack was absolutely shell-shocked. "So, you're saying that if I hadn't gone to P4X 659, Sam would be the one pregnant."
"It sure looks like that."
Jack let his head fall back to rest on the pillow of the hospital bed as Sam sat, fingers clasped together, hunched over so that her chin nearly touched her knees.
"How do we reverse this thing?" Jack asked, sitting up again.
"I'm not sure we can." Janet said, frankly. "To be honest, I'm surprised the fetus is as healthy as it seems to be. Not to mention the best of you…"
Sam and Jack were giving her blank looks now. "This is WAY out of my league." She continued. "I'm just throwing blind guesses around at this point."
Janet watched them and realized that they had a lot on their minds at the moment. While she wanted to discuss their rather limited options for the forthcoming birth, she realized that they were in no shape to discuss it at the moment. "I'll be back in a few minutes." She said, giving them a moment alone to deal with the news.
She left and they sat in silence for a few moments.
Jack cleared his throat. "So…when were you going to mention this?"
"I wasn't sure." She admitted. "And…I did take a pregnancy test. It was negative."
He took a deep breath. "So, you decided to deal with it by yourself."
She looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. "Jack…I…" She looked down at her fingers and bit the inside of her cheek. "I didn't want you to be disappointed."
"Sam…why would I have been disappointed?"
"Jack, when I nearly lost Grace, you were…I don't know…I can't describe it, but…" She said, her eyes releasing a few of the tears that she had withheld. "I…I vowed that I never wanted to see you hurt like that again."
"Sam…" He said, making her look at him. "We're married. For better or worse and all that stuff. We never have to go through that kind of stuff alone again."
She gave him a brave smile and nodded. "I'm sorry. But it hurt…so bad…"
"C'mere." He said, scooting over on the hospital bed with his arm outstretched to welcome her into his embrace.
She got up onto the bed and cuddled up to him. A few moments later, they were both silently in one another's arms, thinking about their situation. Suddenly, Jack groaned.
"What?" She asked, concerned.
He took his arm from around Sam and got out of the bed. "I gotta go to the bathroom…again."
Sam chuckled in spite of herself.
"What?"
"Nothing." She said, trying to stifle her giggles.
"Hey, it's not funny! I've had to go at least twenty times in the last hour!"
"Welcome to pregnancy." She said, with an amused smile on her lips.
"Hmph!" He replied, hurrying into the infirmary bathroom.
