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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Title: Troika

Rating: M

WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Whump: G Callen

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1: My stories are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. This is a work intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by CBS and the producers of NCIS:LA.

Instability

Chapter 10

G lulled his head from side to side and moaned as the doctors and nurses prepared him for surgery. He latched onto the side rails and gritted his teeth attempting to control the pain.

"We'll have that pain level at near zero soon enough Mr. Callen."

"Where's Sam?"

"Right here, sweetheart," he said as the orderlies pushed his hospital bed into the surgical suite.

"What happened? Are you okay? Did something happen and I don't know about—"

"Easy, G, they had to perform another transfusion for you and needed me hospitalized."

"I wish you could lie next to me and hold me."

Sam reached out his hand and grasped his husband's hand. "This is as close as they'll allow me to be right now."

The orderlies aligned Sam's bed with G's and left the suite.

"You are not sedating me."

"Need to if you are going to tolerate the surgery."

"NO!" G wrestled against the restraints around his chest.

"Easy, sweetheart."

"You want me to be complacent about this, fat chance!"

"Mr. Callen, you'll be awake during the surgery," Dr. Daniels said entering the surgical suite with his gloved hands in the air.

"What? How? They're sedating me and I can't be awake if I'm sedated now can I?"

"Easy—"

"Stop, I'm not going to be—"

"Mr. Callen would you like something for your anxiety."

"What?" He observed his body and especially his hands and realized the doctor was right. G needed something. "As long as it won't hurt the babies."

"At this point, I'm more worried about your status than the babies."

"Screw this!" G attempted to lift his body off the hospital bed.

"Mr. Callen, please calm—"

"No!" He screamed. "My babies. I want to see my babies."

"And you will." Dr. Daniels eyed his anesthesiologist who injected a low dose of a tranquilizer into the intravenous line. "I assure you, I have every intention of keeping you awake during your surgery just as we did with Alissa and Benji."

"What?" G relaxed into the pillow and the mattress.

"The babies are in no danger," the doctor said. "They just want to come out. Now."

"They're early." He sighed and relaxed more. "You drugged me."

"Yes, it was necessary, Mr. Callen, you were over the top and needed to calm down."

"You are right, sorry, I'm… I just want to make sure…" Tears welled up in his cerulean blue eyes. "I need to see them, right away, not later."

"I do understand," Dr. Daniels said. "I am more concerned about your status at this point."

"Why?"

"Blood loss due to the anemia and your heightened anxiety."

"The drug is working."

"Good because I need you to remain as calm as possible," he said. "Will you need your head positioned while I make the first cut?"

"I think I can handle this… now." He reached out and squeezed Sam's hand and mouthed silently to him. Need you. He focused on his husband's face while he felt the pressure of the surgical knife on his abdomen. G shuddered and shivered. "Sam," he whispered and closed his eyes.

"These babies should be preterm at this point and our neonatal team is standing by to assist with the births," Dr. Daniels said.

The anesthesiologist eyed the surgeon.

"In pain, Mr. Callen?"

"Pressure." He gritted his teeth.

The doctor eyed the anesthesiologist who infused a light dose of painkiller through the intravenous line. "Better?" He watched his patient relax. "Good, let's continue." A few minutes later, Dr. Daniels brought out the first baby and placed it on his patient's bare breasts.

G gaped at the tiny body. Speechless, he drew Sam's hand over with his own to touch their first of the triplets. "Beautiful," he whispered checking the baby boy's body from head to toe. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"And number two." Dr. Daniels brought the second baby on top of his patient's breast while the neonatal nurse removed the first baby.

"No!"

"Easy, G, remember these babies are preterm and need immediate medical attention."

"Damn it, I hate this." G really hated it when he heard the first baby crying. His eyes welled up with more tears. "My baby," he whispered. G examined his second baby, another boy. Perfect in every way and content in lying on his father's breasts just as Alissa and Benji had been when they were born. No crying. No fussing. No agitation. Peacefulness. G caressed the little boy's face with a forefinger. His heart pained for the first little boy who's cries faded as he was placed in an incubator and pushed out the of the surgical suite.

"And number three." The doctor placed the third baby on his patient's breast.

G's jaw dropped. "Wait a minute, didn't you say two boys and a girl?" He brought the little boy closer into his body and rocked him while he watched the neonatal nurse remove his second son. "Three boys, Sam, Alissa is going to blow a—" G gawked as the doctor placed another baby on his chest. "Wait a minute!" The neonatal nurse lifted the third boy into her arms and wrapped him in a blue blanket as she had done with previous two boys. "Are you sure you have the right… you said… three…" G studied the fourth baby, a tiny girl, and caressed her face while observing her delicate features. Tears spilled down his cheeks. Before he had time to get more acquainted with her, Dr. Daniels placed another baby on his breast while the neonatal nurse took the first girl and wrapped her in a pink blanket. Another girl.

Quintuplets.

Oh shit!

G studied her face and then her body. She was tiniest of them all.

"Time for this one to get her care." The nurse lifted her into her arms and left the bedside.

"You said triplets."

"I sure did and I originally thought twins if you'll remember."

"And this is way too soon and…" G rubbed his chest and breast areas with his right hand. "And I feel… strange…"

"Mr. Callen?" Dr. Daniels eyed the anesthesiologist and next his two surgical assistants.

"Low blood pressure. Need those platelets on board, now. He's crashing."

Two orderlies rushed into the surgical suite and pulled Sam's hospital bed away from G's and out of the suite.

"G!" Sam screamed as he watched the doctors and nurses trying to save his husband's life. "Don't do this. I need to be—"

"They need the room to maneuver and perform procedures on your partner."

"Don't let him die, please don't let him die—" The door closed to the surgical suite cutting off his words.

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