Ch. 70

(Atlantis Infirmary)

Several hours later, Carson called Stacey back, along with Elizabeth and John.

"Carson?" Stacey asked, as soon as they're all there. "What did you find?"

"I'm not entirely sure what I found, exactly," he told her. "According to your blood work, you're 4 months pregnant."

"What?!" John and Stacey said together, equally as outraged.

"Carson, I had my check up two weeks ago. You would have detected any signs of pregnancy," she told him

"Well, you say you can't remember what happened on the Hive," Elizabeth said to Stacey.

"Wait, you think that the Wraith impregnated her?" John asked.

"I'm sure of it," Carson said. "We have no real grasp on the Wraith reproductive system."

"As your Second, I know that," Stacey told the Scottish doctor irritably.

John put a hand on his wife's shoulder and told her softly, "Easy."

Stacey shook him off roughly. Suddenly, a kind of dizzy rage come over her. She felt lightheaded and unsure of her emotional level. Stacey sat down on the nearest bed.

"Stacey?" Weir asked.

"I think I need to be in a cell, under guard until this thing is out of me," she told her. "Now."

Her eyes changed rapidly from her human green ones to her feral ones and back to her human ones. She swung her head back and almost feel backward. John caught her quickly before hitting the ground completely.

(Atlantis Isolation Room)

Instead of using a holding cell, they put her in one of the Isolation rooms with a single bed and monitoring equipment. Carson was doing regular blood tests and monitoring the baby's progress.

"I'm detecting six beating hearts," Carson reported the group above with a stethoscope in his hand. "They are in the fifth month of development."

Stacey's emotional and hormonal state was making it progressively more dangerous for anyone to be around. Hours after putting her in the room, the decision was made that no one was aloud in there, for any reason. Dark circles formed around her eyes from the lack of sleep and was pale as a ghost. Her stomach had gown by the hour, now she was in her sixth month when she finally spoke.

"Ronan," Stacey called, looking up at the glass. It was the first time Stacey spoke. Despite her state of mind, she was uncharacteristically quiet.

Ronan approached the glass, looking down at her. Before, he had been leaning in the corner of the room, farthest away from the glass wall. Stacey sat up in the bed to get a better look at him.

"Ronan, when these things come out," she paused as she felt them move around in her, "make sure you set you gun to kill," Stacey held her stomach as a couple more began to kick, "Promise me."

"I promise," Ronan replied.

"Is there anything that we can do for her?" Teyla asked Carson, who was looking at the latest scan.

"I'm afraid not," Carson answered. "We're going to have to do a C-section," he told the people around the room. "There's no way anybody can give birth to twelve babies naturally. Not even Stacey. With the state that she's in, it'll be dangerous to give her any pain killers."

"John," Stacey called out weakly.

"I'm here, Stace," he told her.

"If I don't get through this: send Allison and Adam back to earth and have Sam and Daniel take care of them," she paused as she felt the things inside her grew. "Caldwell was right, kids don't belong on a military base."

"Like hell I will," he replied.

Stacey turned away and rested on her side, to weak to argue.

"John," Weir half hissed.

"What? Technically, Atlantis is a city, not a military base," he shrugged at her.

"Dr. Weir, to the Control Room," Zelanka announced over the PA.

"What now?" Weir sighed. She went to leave, only looking back to say. "Keep me posted," before leaving the room completely.

To be continued . . .