A/N: The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter, a number of chapters left and I can assure you that they won't disappoint. Standard disclaimers apply, review.
Ok, my pre-mission check up is taking longer than I thought.
I shift around on the exam table and sigh. Everyone else came in the same time as me and they're long gone. Even Dr. McKay finished before me and from what I hear he's the least cooperative.
I hear footsteps and soon Dr. Beckett comes around the partition with a clipboard in his hands. I sigh and start to stand; finally I can go.
"Jus' a minute, lass." he says, making a lowering motion with his free hand. "I need ta ask you some questions."
"Ok." I say slowly, sitting back down. What's going on?
"How are you feelin' today?" Carson asks, taking out a pen.
I shrug and say, "Pretty good actually."
"Really?"
I nod my head and say, "Been feeling kind of off lately."
"Can ye describe the feelin'?"
"When I wake up it feels like I just fell asleep."
"Anythin' else?"
"Well, the food poising seems to be hanging on; I can't keep anything down."
Carson just nods his head and asks, "Any time during the day that it's particularly worse?"
"During the evening, I guess." I say, wondering what's up with the 20 questions. "I hate to sound rude, but can this wait until I get back? Colonel Sheppard and the others are waiting-"
"They've been told to go ahead without you, lass." Carson says in a business-like manner.
"What's going on?" I ask, confused. "Dr. Weir told me that I'd be going off world with them."
"True, but your pre-mission blood test turned up something unusual and we had to run some other tests. Now I need to ask you some rather, ah, personal questions and I need you to answer them as honestly as you can, alright?"
"Ok." I say slowly. I might as well play along since I'm obviously not going off world.
"When did you start to feel 'off ' as you put it?"
I think back, trying to remember. "About a month ago."
"Are you on any kind of contraceptive?"
"No." If I was it would be in my medical records, he should know that. And what's up with this line of questioning?
"When was your last cycle?" Carson asks, continuing on with the line of questioning.
I think for a bit, trying to remember. "Two months ago, I think." I finally say. I don't find that odd; I've always had strange cycles. Damn Advair. But that's what steroids do to your body and I'd prefer to be able to breathe over having regular cycles.
"When was the last time you were, erm, with someone?" Carson says, a faint blush appearing on his face.
"Excuse me?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Talk about personal. Then it clicks. "I'm not..." I ask, trailing off and hoping, no praying that I just have the flu or food poisoning.
A/N: I'm sadistic I know.