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Mornings and Love Part 15
"Sir, you have an answer?" Sam asked as she and Jack stepped through the door. Jack closed the door behind them and looked expectantly at his CO.
"Not yet, Major," he said reluctantly. "But we have received word from your father."
"Dad?" she said worriedly. "I didn't know the 'Gate was active."
"There was a malfunction with the alarm system."
"Oh."
"Anyway," he said, "he's coming tomorrow for a little visit. Seems the To'kra finally gave him some downtime."
"Tomorrow?" Sam squeaked. "Oh my god, what am I going to say to him!"
"The truth always works," said General Hammond.
She took a deep breath. "Right. Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome. Dismissed – and good luck."
Jack winced. A "good luck" was in order? Crap!
As they wandered down the halls, he suddenly pulled Sam into a tight hug from behind. He whispered in her ear, "I'm dead, aren't I?"
Sam smiled sadly. "Knowing Dad? Yes, you're dead, but not 'til he's done with me."
"He's more likely to come after me, though, isn't he?" Jack was confused.
"No. Remember when you first met him?"
"Yeah."
"He tried to get me to quit my 'deep space radar telemetry' job to go to NASA. Let's just say he's a little too overprotective of MY job. No, scratch that; make that, he's way too overprotective of my LIFE."
Jack winced again. "So…you die first?" he asked, smirking.
"Gee, thanks."
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The Stargate was rendered inactive as the Tok'ra Jacob and Selmak came down the ramp. "Hey, George!" he said, shaking hands with his old buddy. "Where's my Sammie?"
A couple of SFs in the corner snickered quietly, but the two generals ignored them. "She's a bit preoccupied at the moment," Hammond said nonchalantly.
"Please tell me my baby girl –" the snickers grew louder – "isn't off on some deserted planet getting muddy and rained on and working her hind off when it's supposed to be our vacation?" Jacob glared, half tempted to use the glowy-eyes thing Selmak had.
Hammond chuckled. "More likely she's throwing up or getting chastised by Dr. Fraiser."
Jacob's irritated expression vanished in a flash, and he said, "Is she alright?" he asked. "Is she sick!"
Smirking slightly, Hammond said, "Let me give you a little mini-briefing, and I'll let Sam handle the rest."
He paused. "By the way, Jacob," he said, "you owe me fifty dollars."
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"SHE'S WHAT?"
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"Think he's throttling Hammond in there?"
"Shush! – No, I don't think so."
They were kneeling with their faces pressed against the door, eavesdropping conspicuously and not caring which passerby saw them.
…
"Maybe he is…"
"Sir!" If she had to tell him to SHUSH one more time…
The door opened suddenly, sending Jack and Sam sprawling on two pairs of feet.
"Or not…" Jack said belatedly as Jacob and Hammond stared down at them. Hammond looked amused, but Jacob was definitely pissed.
"SAMANTHA JEAN CARTER!" he roared, yanking her up by a sleeve. "I HAVE HALF A MIND TO BEND YOU OVER MY KNEE AND START WHOOPING YOU WITH THE BIGGEST WILLOW BRANCH I CAN FIND UNLESS YOU TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
Sam blinked, and, as coolly as she could manage, she said, "Dad, I will not have this conversation in the doorway of General Hammond's office and certainly not while you're in this temper."
"TEMPER! MY DAUGHTER IS THROWING AWAY HER –"
"Dad, shut up!" Sam snapped. God, I knew this would happen.
Mom's Rules On –
She froze mentally. Damn, her mother never gave her any tips on calming Dad down – or on what to SAY to said father should she ever find herself in a situation where she was pregnant, unmarried, and kinda-sorta seeing her CO.
Gee, thanks, Mom…
"Sam, don't you dare tell me to –"
"Dad, will you give me a break, for cryin' out loud!" Sam roared, not noticing Jack's wry smile when she used his expression.
"A BREAK? That's the last thing you need! You don't even know who the father is, do you?" he demanded.
Sam's anger flared, for she knew what he implied. "YES, damn it, I DO know who he is!"
Jack suddenly found his boots to be very interesting. Huh, needs more polish… She wasn't going to rat him out before she was even resigned, was she?
"Well, who is it!" Jacob snapped, looking every bit as angry as no father would be. His unsaid addition seemed to be, "who is he so I can kill him?"
"I will not reveal this information until I have had a chance to speak with him about it," Sam said coldly. Like hell I'd rat Jack out…
"Sam, this is absolutely insane! Jack, tell her she's crazy!"
Jack looked at Sam, and after a brief moment, he said, "You're crazy." His faint, ghost of a smile and his twinkling eyes told Sam otherwise. In fact, she could almost hear him retort, You'd have to be in order to do what we do on a daily basis, and smiled.
"What are you smiling about? For heaven's sake, Sam, how are you single-handedly going to raise a small child, I mean, with your schedule!"
"That's why I'm resigning and taking a lab job, Dad," Sam said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, then it dawned on her when her dad's expression paled and reddened with fury, "He…didn't tell you…did he?" she asked faintly, glaring at Hammond and not caring he was her superior officer.
Infuriated, Jacob yelled, "No you are NOT! I refuse to let you throw away your career!"
"I'm not, Dad!"
"YOU ARE!" Jacob shouted. His chest heaved, and after a moment, he cut her off when she tried to calm him again. This time, more calmly than she ever imagined, he said, "Have you considered an abortion?"
The shock was strong and obvious on both Sam and Jack's faces. Both faces were white, like marble, and eyes were wide.
Jack, on one hand, said nothing, but his mind was spiraled into an abyss of doubts. Sam had been excited about their baby, right? She…she wouldn't kill it, would she? Then he felt sick when he remembered Charlie. God. He couldn't let her be pressured into it. He couldn't. Because if he didn't convince her to keep it...
Then he'd be a child killer – twice.
Sam, on the other hand, was absolutely stunned. When she got past her shock, her hands moved right to her abdomen and cried, "NO!" Then her fury won the upper hand. She did something she'd never done, ever, in her entire life; not when her mother died, not when Mark and her dad, grief-driven and full of hate, drove her insane, not when she didn't go on the first mission to Abydos, not when her dad tried to make her give up her job at the SGC, did she EVER do this. Sam raised her trembling fist and rammed it into Jacob's face, aiming wildly.
The impact was strong and it threw Jacob backwards; not enough to knock him off his feet, as afterwards she secretly wished he would, but enough to leave him staring at her incredulously.
Sam didn't stick around long enough for him to find out. Jack did, only to rush after her a few minutes later. He was awed. That act alone told him all he needed to know, and all his worries about abortion were chased away by a triumphant, relieved feeling. While one part of him was mentally waving a "WAY TO GO, SAM!" banner and dancing like a madman, the other part of him wanted to be as close to her as possible, to hold her warm, solid figure to him, to shower her face and lips with kisses, and to thank her over, and over, and over again.