Trigger Warning: Miscarriage

Two nights ago

Someone was screaming. No not screaming, ringing. The phone. He slapped around until he found the disturbing object, his heart pounding in his chest. He had a bad feeling about this.

"O'neill," he answered, his voice tense.

"Jack, I... Please come," Sam's voice came through the other end, choked with tears.

"What's wrong Carter? Are you hurt?" he asked, his mind racing with all the possible scenarios.

"Please," she sobbed into the phone.

"I'm on my way. I'll be with you in a few minutes Sam. Just don't move and wait for me, okay?" he said, already grabbing his keys, pulling up some jeans and a t-shirt and was soon headed out the door.

He drove to her house as fast as he could, his mind going a million miles an hour. When he arrived, he opened the door using his own set of keys and called out her name. There was no answer, but he could hear something coming from the bedroom. He marched towards it, a hand on his sidearm.

He opened the bedroom door and saw bloody footprints on the floor. His heart seized, all kinds of worst scenarios going through his head. He quickly looked around and assessed the situation. He had a vague feeling of what happened and why it panicked Sam so much.

He found her in the bathroom passed out on the floor. He crouched on his knees and went to look for a pulse when she moaned softly. His heart sank as he realized indeed what had happened.

"Sam," he lifted her into his arms, feeling her body limp and cold against his chest.

She opened her eyes, grabbed his shirt, and started to sob. He never saw her like that, so vulnerable and broken.

"Hey it's okay, it's okay. Are you hurting now? Can you stand?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Jack I...I," she tried to tell him but he already knew.

She was losing a baby. Their baby.

"I know. I mean I guessed," he said softly, feeling his own tears welling up in his eyes.

She started crying again and he held onto her so fiercely, feeling like he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely. "And I'm telling you everything's going to be okay. I just need to take you to the ER and we'll be okay," he said again, rocking her back and forth.

He could feel her pain and heartbreak as they mirrored his own. She had always been strong, but now she was shattered. He held her as she cried, feeling helpless and angry at the same time. He wanted to make it better, to take away her pain, but he knew he couldn't. All he could do was be there for her.

She lost so much blood and was deadly pale. He needed to get to a doctor asap. He carried her out of the house and into his car, driving as fast as he could to the nearest hospital. All the while, he held onto her hand, they were in this together, no matter what.

He quickly identified himself to the hospital staff and asked for Doctor Arna Landford, whom he knew was in the know regarding the SGC. His heart was racing as he waited for the doctor to arrive.

When Doctor Landford arrived, she took Sam from him but he insisted on being allowed to stay with her at all times. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving her alone, not even for a minute. She was his whole world, and he was done denying it.

As she went into surgery, he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. The bleeding would not stop, and he knew that the next few hours would be critical. He paced the waiting room, his mind racing with all the possible outcomes. He went through 24 hours of not knowing if she would make it, and it was the longest 24 hours of his life.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Doctor Landford came out of the operating room. His heart was pounding in his chest as he rushed to her side. "How is she?" he asked, barely able to get the words out.

Doctor Landford looked at him with a sad expression. "It was touch and go for a while there, but she's stable now. She's in recovery, and you can see her in a few hours."

He let out a sigh of relief.