A.N./ Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! It really cheered me up in the middle of mid-module exams! Here's the next chapter, up sooner than usual, thanks to my muse finally returning! It doesn't happen very often, hence long waits between posts!

Just to clarify for anyone who might be confused, I am trying to keep this story in line with episodes f season 4, but it is completely AU.

Dedicated to Rowan Temple, who would be perfect except for the fact that he doesn't watch Stargate.

Chapter 6

Janet couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sam and the Colonel were in bed together? And they don't remember a thing? Realising that Sam was looking at her, scared, as though worried about how she would react, Janet tried to relax, to put her at ease.

"Um, right." She said, unable to think of much else to say. After that she realised one of them had to be the level-headed one in these circumstances, and so she asked the question that had to be asked.

"Did you two have sex?"

Sam burst into tears again.

"That's just it Janet, I don't know! And neither does he! What am I supposed to do? I love him Janet, I fell in love with him a while ago, and I can't lose his friendship. But I can't have a relationship with him – he's my superior officer! And what if we did have sex, and I'm pregnant? We'll both be court-marshalled, we could both lose our careers, and I'm sure Jack would hate me forever!"

Dissolving into tears again, she felt Janet move closer and wrap her in a hug, to try and calm her down. Slowly her gut-wrenching sobs subsided into sniffles, and she pulled her head from where it had been making Janet's t-shirt wet.

"Sorry" she mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed about the whole situation.

"Don't worry, honey, it's what I'm here for!" Janet told her, happy that Sam looked a bit more in control of herself, and less likely to dissolve again.

Sam took a deep breath. "So, what am I going to do?" she asked.

Janet's answer was immediate.

"I am going to drive to the nearest shop, and get you some pregnancy tests, just in case. The trouble is that some of them might not show up a pregnancy this early. When is your period due?"

Sam thought for a moment. "Crap!" she exclaimed.

Janet already knew what that meant.

"Sometime next week?" she questioned Sam, and Sam nodded. Janet sighed. So Sam was at her most fertile at the moment.

"Well," said Janet, trying to put a good spin on that last bit of news, "at least we'll know for sure whether you're pregnant or not very soon!"

Sam tried to smile.

Janet, seeing this, decided to leave for the tests to try and give Sam some more time to come to terms with the very possible fact that she could be pregnant.

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Sam just sat there in shock. Sure, she knew it was a possibility, but she couldn't really comprehend it all. It was too impossible.

How could this happen?

"Sam…" Janet started, unsure of what to say.

Sam turned to her, her astonishment mirrored in Janet's expression. "How, Janet, how did this happen? We don't remember a thing – HOW am I be pregnant? Surely one of us would remember if we'd had sex?"

"Sam, is there any chance this could be someone else's? Not Jack's?"

"No, Janet, I haven't slept with anyone since my last period. It's got to be his. The question is, how do I tell him?"

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Sam and Jack lay awake on the planet P3X-888, looking around for any sign of an Unas, although there was no need for either of them to be awake – someone was on night watch just a little way away. The truth was neither of them could sleep. Things just hadn't been the same between them since that night.

Jack looked at Sam, thoughtful for a moment. He wasn't sure exactly what had changed, but something in her attitude towards him had changed. Sometimes he even thought she seemed like she was hiding something from him, but he could never figure out what. She also seemed to look away whenever he glanced at her, as thought she had been looking at him, but didn't want him to realise. Something had to be done.

He even wondered if she did in fact remember something from that night, and was too embarrassed to tell him. Whatever it was, he wanted to know. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were.

Sam stared off into the distance, trying to look as though she was focused on searching for threats, but really lost in her own thoughts. Her expression was troubled, and anyone might think that it was just because she was worried for Daniel, but if you looked closer into her eyes, you could see a lingering worry and anxiety in them, that looked as though it had been there for quite a while.

She had wanted to tell Jack for so long now, but things kept getting in the way. And every time she thought she had another chance, she would do anything in her power to prevent herself actually having to tell him. It would need to be done soon though. Janet had informed her after their last mission, when she had been "captured" by the water, that her baby might be damaged if she continued to go through the gate, and put herself in such dangerous situations.

Sam looked around. Everyone appeared to be asleep apart from Jack. Perfect timing.

Just do it now Sam! her conscience urged her, but she couldn't seem to get the words out past the lump in her throat.

"Sir," she croaked, then cleared her throat, "Sir, uh Jack, I um need to talk to you."

"Carter, what is it?" Jack asked, his concern for her rising, and his interest piqued. Sam never called him Jack, this must be important, and he suddenly wondered if he was going to find out what had been bothering her all this time.

Sam took a deep breath.

Which was when Rothman rolled over, obviously still awake.

"Rothman," whispered Jack quickly. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to Sam, but he had been meaning to talk to Rothman all day about Dawkins, he just hadn't had the chance, and here it was.

Sam's heart sank as Jack questioned Rothman about Dawkins. True he had been acting strange, but Rothman wasn't exactly the best at reading people – still too absorbed in his prehistoric world.

After Jack gleaned absolutely nothing useful from him, he turned back towards Sam. "Sorry, what were you going to say?"

But the time of Sam's confidence had come and gone. She couldn't do it. Not tonight.

It didn't matter. She had already fallen in love with the little creature growing inside of her. She was having this baby with or without his knowledge that it was his. It might even be better if he didn't know – no worries about being court-marshalled.

"Nothing, sir, don't worry," she replied.

But he did. He had worried for a long time now about what was bothering her. He had seen walls go up in her eyes though, and he knew better that to push her for what he wanted to know. She would tell him when she was ready.

"Okay, Carter, goodnight."

"Goodnight Sir."