Daniel broke free of the treeline a hundred feet ahead of his teammates and sprinted for the DHD. The dialing sequence seemed interminably long, but the wormhole finally engaged and he called into his radio, "This is Daniel Jackson. We need a medical team in the Gate Room immediately."
"Understood, Doctor Jackson," the technician answered, and there was a brief silence while he relayed the message. "We'll be ready for you."
The archaeologist headed for the Gate platform, sticking a hand in it to hold it open as the rest of SG-1 crossed the distance. He was last through, and he stepped into the SGC to see his team leader headed down the ramp to the gurney that was rolling in. "What can you tell me?" Doctor Fraiser asked. Her penlight was in her hand as she checked vitals before Jack had even put her down.
"Severe abdominal pain," the Colonel answered. "It's been building since we left."
That earned him the ugliest, most disbelieving look he'd ever seen, and he defended, "She swore it was PMS."
"She was wrong."
Yeah, he'd figured that out himself. "I checked on her about an hour ago and found her like this."
"Abdominal ultrasound. Prep the OR."
The gurney was already rolling, but Jack caught the doctor's arm in concern. He couldn't help but think about what she'd said about captivity and missing doses, and he managed, "Is this a miscarriage?"
Fraiser blinked. "I don't... It could be a lot things."
And then she was gone, leaving the three male members of SG-1 alone at the bottom of the ramp. Daniel had overheard the last exchange and asked, equally concerned, "They wouldn't let her go through the Gate if she were pregnant, right? Would they?"
Jack swallowed hard, intentionally avoiding his eyes. "Every test has a margin of error. They may not have known. Hell, she may not have known."
He headed for the infirmary without another word.
