Chapter 23

I'm breathing heavily in and out. Lying down, I try to ease the pain to no avail. Buckets of sweat are pouring off my skin. Looking around for my cell phone, I quickly spot it across the room on top of a pair of discarded jeans. Flipping over brings even more pain. My lower stomach feels extremely tender and raw. Propping myself up with my elbows, I start dragging myself across the floor.

Reaching my destination, I pull the phone out and start to dial Jack absentmindedly. Before it rings twice, I immediately hang up realizing the mistake that would have been. Searching through the address book, I punch in Jonas' name and push the talk button. It rings three times before he answers, spitting out an annoyed greeting.

"Jonas! Something is wrong. I need you to take me to the hospital. I can't stand." I say in intervals with the sharp pain that's controlling everything at the moment.

"What?! Damnit Sam, I told you…nevermind. Just stay calm and I'll be there as soon as possible." Jonas hangs up before I could reply. It wasn't a big shocker that he was angry at first. Staying calm proved to be easier said then done. Resting my forehead on the wood panels I pray that Jonas' voice wasn't the last I heard, cause I definitely felt like dying.

Moments passed and I opened my eyes to see how long exactly. Thirty minutes. I started to feel dizzy and nauseous even more. Slowing my erratic breathing to deep, slow and deliberate breaths as best as I could, I heard the front door open.

"Sam! Where are you?" Of course Daniel could never ignore sounds of distress, especially from his best friend, well his ex-best friend. He comes bursting into the bedroom with an SP following close behind.

"Daniel…thought…I…said don't come." I spit out, falling back into bitch mode which was easy with the aid of the pain.

"Yeah, well. You can thank me later. Come on, let's get you to the SGC." Daniel ignored my remark's intent. Guess I'll have to push harder. The SP stepped forward at this point to lift me up and carry me downstairs. It would be awhile before I lived this down.

The drive to the mountain was relatively quiet. It wouldn't be wrong to say it was awkward or tense silence either. Daniel kept looking back at me wondering if he should say something or not. I guess he decided he liked his pride and chose to keep silent. The SP called for Janet and she was there to meet us with a stretcher.

"You know Janet, I'm feeling a billion times better now. In fact, so much better that I'm sure I could walk to the infirmary by myself." I tried to convince her. I already knew the answer though. Hopping up on the stretcher, I refuse to lay down. Settling for the compromise, Janet's nurse pushes the stretcher down the corridors.

Being transferred to a bed, the nurses begin attaching IV's into my arm and Janet does some blood work. Daniel is hovering over her shoulder. Jonas will probably be here any moment, and Daniel needs to be gone.

"Something called privacy would be nice Daniel. I know that's a foreign subject for you, but maybe you could go annoy Teal'c or something." I glare at him and receive a wince in return. Throwing in his cards, he turns to leave.

"Um. Yeah, get better Sam." Daniel muttered.

"You said that you've been feeling nauseous, dizzy and having stomach pains for how long Sam?" Janet asked. She seemed stunned by the interaction between Daniel and I.

"I guess about 2 weeks, at least that's when I noticed it…whoa." The room seemed to be spinning and the nausea was definitely making a special reappearance.

"Take deep breaths Sam and lay down. I'll give you some Tylenol for the nausea and just try and rest. I should know more after this blood work comes back." Janet walks off after I lay back. I hope nothing serious was wrong, like some weird kind of stomach cancer or something.

Following the doctor's orders, I lean back and attempt to relax. I almost do so completely until I hear Jonas tumbling down like my own personal nightmare. Opening my eyes, I brace myself for impact.

"What's wrong Sam?" He almost shouts at me. The nurse looks up at him, skeptically. Jonas takes notice and lowers his tone but only slightly.

"Um. Sorry, is everything alright?"

"I won't know until the blood tests come back." By then the it was just Jonas and I in the infirmary so he dropped the caring husband act.

"Well I heard that Daniel was at my house. Why the hell did you have another man at my house?" Jonas yelled, he gripped onto my wrist nearly crushing it.

"That's enough Jonas!" I demand him to let go. With my free arm I try to remove his death grip only to scream out in pain from the quick movement. Falling back down, I give up. Just then Janet ran back in to see what the commotion was about. Coveniently for Jonas, he let go before anyone could tell what was happening. The klaxons also sounded, signaling the return of an SG team.

"Alright Sam. Well we got your test results back. Good news is that it's nothing fatal or life threatening." She smiled. I could tell she was holding back the rest. Just then SG-6 walked in with Jack in front of them. Since my 'retirement' we hadn't been able to see one another at all.

"Hello guys, just pick a bed and I'll be with you soon. So, I can tell you the other thing another time if you want?" Janet whispered the last part to me.

"It'll be old news in the next ten minutes anyway. Hit me with it Janet." I chuckle. Barely turning to look at Jack, I see he's intently watching the situation.

"Alright, well you've been experiencing the stomach pains and everything because of all the damage done over the years you've been through, well, because you're pregnant." Janet eventually told me, after beating around the bush.

Jack immediately stood up and swung his fist out in anger causing a medical tray to topple over, spilling various objects everywhere. He practically ran out of the room in a mad fury. The machines hooked up onto my arms and chest started beeping madly.

"Calm down Sam. This is a highly complicated pregnancy and we need to take every precaution to ensure your safety and the baby's. I'm going to prescribe bed rest for now. If you have to be up, only two hours a day."

I nod. Two hours may just have to be six. I could bet anything that Jonas would be willing to take care of me until I got my daughter back. And he certainly wouldn't settle for making his own dinner. Sighing, I look at Jonas. What I see almost scares the hell out of me. Jonas is grinning like a fool, gently rubbing my arm up and down.

"That's so great Sam! And don't worry Fraiser, I'll take the best care of Sam." He was absolutely exuberant.

((AN: My favorite part was angry Jack. :) So review review review!))