Here's the fourteenth part of our story :) Enjoy!
Wow…I just saw the season 10 premiere for Stargate SG-1 – and I was quite surprised! Mitchell still has his head up his butt, but the rest of it was actually pretty satisfying. Even Vala seems to have grown a personality (though I can't speak much for her daughter). I guess there's hope after all :)
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Mornings and Love Part Fourteen
"Well, I am glad to announce that the fetus is healthy," Janet said as she walked into the infirmary, to where Sam was lying on one of those drab hospital beds. "Gate travel didn't seem to have affected it in any way."
Sam exhaled the breath she'd been holding. "Thank god," she murmured.
Janet smiled at her. "Now, what's the verdict?"
"Hmm?"
"Sam – General Hammond, your job, his job?"
"I doubt that the General's job is in any danger," Sam said.
"You know who I mean."
Sam sighed. "I'm resigning."
"What?" Janet exclaimed.
"I'm not risking it."
"Risking what?"
"My baby having to grow up…motherless…like I did…" Sam murmured, tears glittering in her eyes.
Janet nodded, wisely choosing not to push the topic. "So, he knows?" she said nonchalantly.
"Yes, both of them."
"Both of who know what?" Jack asked as he strode in.
Janet and Sam exchanged a look. "Nothing," they said together.
He raised an eyebrow. "O-kay," he said slowly. He paused a moment, then smiled brightly and said, "So, what's up?" with a knowing look in his eye.
"Just getting us checked out," Sam replied with a small smile of her own.
"Ah…I assume everything's okay?" he said, with a slightly fearful look in his eye.
Sam's smile exploded across her face. "Yes sir, we're great!" she said, unable to contain her happiness.
Jack's grin widened too. "Great!" he echoed enthusiastically.
"Well, I'm obviously somewhat of a third wheel, here, so I'll leave you two alone," said Janet with a knowing smile. "Sam, you're free to go whenever you're ready."
With that, Janet left, leaving Sam and Jack alone in the infirmary.
Still grinning like a madman, Jack leaned over and hugged her. "Sir!" she squeaked, though fully enjoying it.
"I know, I know," he sighed, straightening. She missed his warmth almost instantly "Not on base, yaddi yadda." He smiled tenderly at her, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.
Sam took his hand and grasped it, squeezing it affectionately. "I talked to General Hammond," she said.
"And?"
"And he's going to do what he can to help me…us," she revised.
"'Us'? Did you…?"
"No, but we definitely don't give him enough credit for knowing everything that goes on in this mountain," she said, emphasizing the word.
Jack nodded. "When are you expecting an answer?"
"I don't know. I assume –"
Just then, Walter's voice came on the loudspeakers: "Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill to General Hammond's office, Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill to General Hammond's office," he summoned.
Sam and Jack exchanged looks. "So soon?" Jack said inquiringly.
Sam was stunned. "The Man is good," she murmured, and her stomach twittered with flights of nervousness.
Jack squeezed her hand and helped her up. However, when she was on her feet and perfectly able to walk on her own, he would not let go. He looped his arm through hers, and she gave him a quizzical look, twirking an eyebrow like Teal'c.
"Sir?" she asked.
Jack winked; "Just trust me," he whispered, and began to skip along with her in tow. Minutes after he began, Sam joined in singing:
"We've off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz, because because because…"
The SF guards in the hallways stared as they passed, each inevitably thinking, Why are they singing "Wizard of Oz" and why did Dr. Fraiser let them out of her cage – err, infirmary – in THAT state?