"So, when you're in tomorrow, you should talk to Janet, Sam," Daniel said eagerly through a bite of lasagna. "The people on P4X-992 were purple."
She raised an eyebrow. "Purple?"
"Yup, purple," Jack put in.
"But human?"
"Purple humans."
Sam glanced sideways at her CO. "That must have been… amusing."
"I kept a straight face, Carter. You'd have been proud."
"I would have, sir." She couldn't help it; she let out a chuckle as she pushed awkwardly to her feet.
"Whoa, what do you need?" Jack put a hand on her arm to stop her, but she stepped away.
"I'm just getting more water, sir. I'm fine." She waddled uncomfortably toward the kitchen and pressed the water glass to the dispenser on the fridge, then stodgily moved back toward the dining room.
Suddenly, the room shifted beneath her, the water glass slipping from her hand and shattering as she put an arm out to the wall to steady herself.
"Carter?" The colonel was already rising to his feet, alarm on his face. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," she said softly. "Something… isn't right. Ah!" Sam's face contorted in pain, and she pressed a hand against her head, pulling at her hair. "Oh, God."
"Daniel, get the truck. Now!" Jack was immediately at her side, one arm supporting her while the other tilted her chin up. "Carter, exploding pain?"
"Uh-huh."
"Blurry vision?"
"Whass… happ'ning?" she slurred.
He grabbed her arm and held it out, looking at her swollen wrist and fingers. How had he missed that? "Aw, crap. Teal'c, get her other side."
The Jaffa quickly wrapped Sam's other arm around his neck and helped Jack haul her toward the door. "Sir?" she asked weakly.
"You're pre-eclamptic, Carter. You're gonna be okay."
"No… too soon…"
Jack crawled into the back of the truck and helped pull his second into his lap. Her head lolled onto his shoulder. "Gun it, Daniel. The next step in this process is not a good one."