Whoever is open, loyal, true; of humane and affable demeanor; honorable himself, and in his judgment of others; faithful to his word as to law, and faithful alike to God and man...such a man is a true gentleman.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"What are you doing here?" A strange but authoritative voice asked.
Jack knew what he was doing here. It was a sad day for him; it was supposed to be one of joy for his family but it had taken a turn for the worse quickly. His sister, Jeanie, was having a child, though the circumstances behind her getting pregnant were not positive, and the father was now MIA, their mother and father decided to help out in Jeanie's crises. Jack still wanted to beat up the ex-boyfriend but now he had other things on his mind.
His mother had returned from Jeanie's bedside; their father was on a mission and wouldn't be back for a week. The baby was doing ok for now, but there were problems with Jeanie. His mother had stated lots of medical terms that he did not understand but in the end he got the idea; Jeanie was dying and if they did not get the baby out soon then the baby would die too.
So now Jack was sitting there, ticked off at the world and wanting the nightmare to be over with but at the same time waiting for news that maybe something miraculous had happened and his sister, along with her baby, would be ok.
"I will ask you again; what are you doing here?" At this Jack had to look around and see who this authoritative voice belonged to, and who this person was pointing their words toward. He looked to the left and saw a man pacing the floor. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He had been pacing the floor since Jack had arrived there earlier, but even he had stopped pacing at the sound of the man. Jack turned more to the left to look over his shoulder and saw them. Two men; one was sitting down, a well-dressed man with a look of shock on his face and the other man right in front of him was pointing his finger at the well-dressed mans face, and he was wearing worker overalls with a white undershirt.
"Excuse me?" Asked the well-dressed man.
"What are you doing here?" The man bellowed again.
"My wife is giving birth." The well-dressed man replied, calmly.
"That is a bunch of horse-" The man was cut off by the man in jeans holding back the other guys arm. It was obvious he was about to punch the man. At this Jack stood up, just in case he needed to help the man in jeans.
"May I ask what the problem is before you redecorate this mans face or do we need to call security in here?" The man in blue jeans asked. The angry man tried to shrug himself out of the mans hold but couldn't.
"He is not married, at least that is what he told my sister!" The well-dressed man looked shocked at this statement.
"I think you have me confused with someone else, sir." The well-dressed man replied.
"I do not have you confused with someone else! I know who you are! You sicko…" The angry man bellowed. Jack jumped over the chair that he had been sitting in, and rushed toward the angry man, to try and help restrain him; as he and the man in jeans got better control of the attacker the man caught Jack's eyes.
"Son, go get security. Tell them to come quick." At that Jack nodded to the man in jeans and ran out the door to the security station down on the first floor. 10 minutes later Jack and the guards were running down the hall towards the maternity wing where Jack just was. They arrived just in time to see a chair fly in front of the entrance of the waiting room. The man wearing jeans was trying to get control of the angry man again. The guards quickly got the man under control and they escorted him downstairs for some questioning; leaving one guard behind to question everyone in the room about what happened. "Thank you for helping me, and for getting help." The man in jeans said gratefully, heading toward Jack after the guard had finished questioning him.
"No problem." Jack said, like it was no big deal.
"Names Jake." Jake said, as he extended his hand out in a greeting manner.
"Jack." He responded by shaking the proffered hand.
"Jack, not trying to pry or anything but why are you here on a Saturday afternoon? Not really a place to pick up chicks you know." Jake said, in an attempt to make a joke.
"My sister is having a baby." Jack stated simply, then he looked at Jake, "Is everything alright?" Jack had to ask since the man had been walking a hole in the floor all morning. Jake looked deep in thought for a moment and Jack thought at one point the man was not going to answer him. Then Jake slowly started to talk.
"My wife is giving birth to our first child. We are both ecstatic about this; have been trying for years to have a baby." Jack looked shocked at Jake's slow answer; he didn't think he was going to get a story. "When my wife found out she was pregnant we were ecstatic. Everything had gone so smoothly. We came here late last night and everything was going fine till early this morning. The doctors said the baby is in distress, and its starting to cause problems for Linda. That is the last I heard." Jack and Jake stood there quiet for a moment. Jack, always having found these kind of situations awkward, said a silent prayer for the man's wife and unborn child before he spoke up.
"I hope everything works out in the end." Not too eloquent, but Jack was not known for that either. Jake looked into Jack's eyes and could tell he truly meant what he was saying. Jake nodded his thanks and all of a sudden Jack found himself talking again. "They don't think my sister will make it, something has gone wrong. She shouldn't be in this situation in the first place." He pauses to collect his thoughts and hold back his anger. "She shouldn't be having a kid and now because of her creep of an ex she's gonna die for a kid he doesn't want anything to do with." Jack finished, his fist clenched at his side, and he takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry, you didn't ask for my pity story."
"I hope they are able to save your sister." Jake answered, sincerely. "If they are not I am truly sorry, but think of this, though you will have lost your sister you will always have a piece of her that lives on. Cherish the child." Jake finished and then patted Jack on the shoulder. They look at each other for a moment before going back to their respective spots from earlier.
The next time the door opened a doctor in scrubs came out and made eye contact with Jake.
"Captain Carter? Your wife and daughter would like to see you now."
At that word, daughter, Jake's face lit up and he quickly followed the doctor out of the waiting room, everyone could see he was one proud new papa.
"Samantha, I like that name."
AN: Thanks again to Wendy my Awesome Beta'er
Please R&R and for those that have read chapters 1&2 before and have made the great jump from the other story to this fork thanks:-D