AU: Jack and Sam visit Shady Grove Clinic. Jack enlists help from Sam when the nurse won't allow his wife in the room... but which Sam?


Chapter 11: Astrophysical issues

Friday 12th March 2004 – Shady Grove Clinic – Jack O'Neill

This was ridiculous. There was a reason why I put off any medical exams that required doing this kind of thing. The room was too cold, too impersonal, the lights were too bright and the furniture uncomfortable as hell.

Not to mention that I hated those bow-tied hospital aprons. My own clothes were in the corner, but one of their 'company policies' was for clients to wear their stupid apron.

On one side of the room, they had this weird kind of chair that supposedly cradled you into the 'perfect position' to jack off. Instead, it felt like I was being bent in half. The bed was hard and rustled when I moved because of the plastic sheet. The magazines held little fascination. In fact, even after flipping through a couple and trying to get interested enough to start the process, I was still completely soft.

They had another annoying policy that forbid spouses from joining the subjects in their uncomfortable little rooms. I knew that if Samantha were in here with me, she'd find an inventive way to use the uncomfortable furniture to our advantage.

Before starting things with Sam, I had been so sex starved that seeing a naked woman would have made me hard. Hell, it had taken Kynthia less than two minutes to have me ready to go, but then again maybe that was the roofie cake. I still had no memory of the events after she said those fateful words – 'It's only for you' – with the first thing I recalled after that was the monumental hang over the next morning. All Laira had to do was kiss me… and get me drunk. OK, so maybe she called me 'Sir' in the heat of the moment because she thought that was a pet name rather than my military honourific. It turned me on more than it should have. I think I called her Sam in return, but if I did, then she never said anything.

To top it all off, I had a headache. Already. Last time, it had been a day and a half before the first headache set in. That didn't bode well because it was proof that things were moving a lot faster this time. Daniel had given me a tablet last night before I left the Mountain and asked me to tell him when I could read the words. He said it could take a day or two. The fact that I could read it now was not something I wanted to chat about over coffee.

A knock on the door broke my melancholic attitude.

"Yep." I called out in a kind of consenting voice.

"Hi, Mr. O'Neill. Just… oh, I see. Umm…" The nurse stopped what she was saying when her eyes fell on the still empty jar in my hand with its bright yellow lid firmly in place, then looked back out to the secondary waiting room before stepping in and closing the door. "Do you need assistance?" She almost whispered.

Scrunching up my face, "No, thank you very much. There's no way for you to assist unless you are going to send my wife in here." She smiled knowingly.

"Well, I could massage your…" She held two fingers up making me back away with hands waving in the air.

"Oh no… no… no one's sticking anything up there. Unless, of course, it's my wife." I made the point again that I wasn't getting jiggy with or by anyone else.

"Sorry, Mr. O'Neill. It's policy. Your wife doesn't require the sample. We do." She said with a smirk then left the room with an all too happy bounce in her step.

Right. Of course.

Suddenly, I wondered why I was doing this when I could take Samantha home and get her pregnant the old-fashioned way. Sure, the child wouldn't be my Sam's, but I was becoming more and more OK with that because this… well this sucked.

"Jack." I turned sharply but couldn't see anything. A giggle filled my head, and I spun around again seeing only the uncomfortable chair. "Close your eyes, my love." The voice said.

"Sam." I called out because I knew it was her voice just like I knew that my favourite colour was peridot or that the sun would rise in the East.

"Lay on the bed, Jack, and close your eyes." The floating lilt of her voice commanded. Instead of arguing about how uncomfortable it was, I shuffled over and raised myself up on the side before laying down.

The minute closed my eyes I saw her in all her golden glory surrounded by the familiar white golden foggy mist. The longer I looked, the clearer she became. She was wearing a thin white shift not unlike what we wore under the cumbersome orange suits when under the ice. Looking around I could see that we were lying on her bed, me on my back and her lying on her side facing me.

"Problems my love?" She said as her hand travelled over the top of the gown causing tingles to follow in its wake.

"Yeah. Who'd have thought, hey?" I replied making her smile so broadly my heart ached to touch her. Reaching out, I placed my hand on her face. "God, Sam. I miss you. I know I have Samantha, and Grace but…"

"Shhh, my love. I am always with you. I live in Samantha. I am there when she can't be. You know this… you remember. P3X-439." She reminded me with words and then by touching my forehead. The image of her kitted in full battle rattle fighting her way to the Gate then demanding that I get up exploded within my temporal lobe.

"You were there. I wasn't dreaming." She smiled and shook her head as her hand moved from my head around the side of my face to my neck and trailed down my body. "How… how can I…"

"Shhh, the how doesn't matter. All that matters is that I am with you. Always." She promised just as her fingers found me under the apron. Sucking in a breath, when the tingles followed her every move, I brought my hand down to join hers and closed my eyes to savour the feel of her magical skin on mine. I knew this was all in my head, but I figured that doing this was almost always in a person's head. Everything else was just external stimuli to help the brain imagine the right type of scenario.

"Oh… kiss me…" I begged making her smile again. She didn't hesitate in positioning herself above me – her hand still working along with mine – and taking my lips with hers. Wrapping my free hand around the back of her head, I kissed her with all the fervour of a dying man.

Soon enough everything else disappeared. It was only me and her. No starkly lit room, no hard bed or silly bent chair. The feel of her with me forced my eyes closed but I decided that having them open in this place was much better. When I opened my eyes, her hair had changed from short to long. Samantha smiled and dropped her hips to take me inside of her body.

~ ~ S 💞 J ~ ~

Meanwhile, in the waiting room…

Finding a copy of 'The Astrophysical Journal' amongst the available magazines had been the highlight of the last ten minutes in the waiting room. The first half a dozen had been those awful gossipy hot sheets like US Weekly, People and Who. The seventh one had been a Penthouse which made me giggle thinking about the choice entertainment Jack would have in that little room.

Maybe I should have made him a Samantha magazine. Another giggle behind my mouth made the cranky nurse scowl at me. She'd been like that since – and I can only assume – that Jack turned her assistance services down flat about five minutes ago.

OK. Astrophysics… focus on that and not what your husband is doing behind that door.

Right. Publish date 2002. Well, since when did doctor's surgeries have somewhat updated reading material. Flipping through the book reading various articles here and there, I suddenly felt the need to shift in my chair and press my legs together. Looking over the top of my magazine, I noted that Jack's door was still closed. Then I looked at the nurse who was busily typing on her computer.

The feeling of a sudden onset of desire hit me hard followed by the tell tale feel of Jack. 'How the…' I wondered, as I twisted in my seat, crossed my legs, and clamped them together tight. With a lick of my lips and a blown-out breath, I focused on the magazine and ignored what was going on downstairs.

For about 2 minutes.

Standing up, I dropped the magazine in my chair and walked to the water machine, downing an entire cup of water – silly little plastic disposal things weren't big enough – then refilled it, drank it empty again and leaned both hands heavily against the dispenser to take a deep breath trying not to let out a deep moan.

It was in my head. It had to be.

Because I was not having sex with my husband in the waiting room of a fertility clinic. I was also not at home having sex with my husband, nor was dreaming about having sex with my husband. I was awake and… oh my God! I nearly cried out, but somehow managed to hold it in.

I should be given a goddamn medal.

Downing another cup of water, I dropped the inadequate cup into their empty bin, composed myself as much as humanly possible and walked back to my chair determined to not think about the fact that I could feel Jack sliding…

'Dammit! Don't think about it!' I chided internally.

Taking my seat, I belatedly realised that the magazine had been on my chair. Leaning to the side, I grasped it and pulled accidentally ripping one of the pages off the bottom staple.

Oh well. It was an old issue anyway.

Flipping through the pages again, I found a random article by several esteemed astrophysical authors studying two classes of coronal mass erections.

Ejections! Coronal Mass Ejections!

Flipping through a few more pages, I worked on trying to reduce the sensations – gritting my teeth, blowing out my breath, shifting, crossing, and uncrossing then crossing my legs again, deep breathing – because out right ignoring them wasn't working. Somehow, I kept focusing on words that sounded similar to something sexual – flux, ejection, thrust – instead of actually reading the articles. This was getting ridiculous. Taking another deep breath, I stood and walked over to the nurse's station.

"Excuse me." She looked up and scowled, as if it were a crime to be married to man as hot as Jack. I smiled awkwardly, "I need to see my husband, please. Like right now." I borderline demanded just as a wave of heat erupted making me cry out a little.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. As explained earlier, we do not allow spouses in the rooms." She repeated her diatribe from our initial briefing this morning.

"I know, and trust me, I understand… but I really really need to see him." I begged while crossing and clamping my legs to stop the rush of moisture. This was worse than Jack during his marathon foreplay sessions because I couldn't enjoy it in a public setting.

"Sorry. It's company policy." She said with a smirk then went back to her typing, a clear signal that the conversation was over. Looking around at the squarish room with its rows of chairs all facing the reception desk and two cameras covering the area.

Retaking my seat, I threw the journal back on the pile of books and focused on the cameras. They were fixed and looked like a relatively cheap brand. Most fixed cameras only had a visible area of 60 to 110 degrees, though with one of theirs focusing down on the reception desk – probably in the event of a hold up – the other angled towards the door left a massive blind spot down the front of the clinic. The biggest problem with that was the nurse. She'd be able to see me doing anything in that corner.

It was no use. I just had to sit here and… "Oh my God, Jack!" I cried out as I unexpectantly threw my head back and clamped my hands over my mouth to muffle the closed lipped scream. Squeezing my eyes shut, I arched my back and took a deep breath then decided I needed to get out of here.

Bathroom.

Looking around frantically, I spied the blue sign and scrambled up from my chair making a beeline for the door. As soon as I was inside, and the lock was snicked. I let out a massive groan and leaned against the wall. Two seconds later, my legs got wobbly, so I let myself slide down the wall, arching my back and fisting my hands.

"God Jack." I moaned loudly now that I was safely out of view. What the hell was he doing? Scratch that! I knew what he was doing. Why was I experiencing what he was doing? Arching my back again, I started to pull at the button of my jeans when the sensations of his thrusting intensified making me fist my hands and cry out one final time when my orgasm crashed over me.

Sitting there for a few moments collecting myself, I realised that my skin was prickling and other parts throbbing. I had a thin sheen of sweat covering my body and I was very much out of breath. Getting to my feet shakily, I walked over to the basin and looked in the mirror to find flushed skin and hair with moistened edges the same as if I had just had a work out… or a marathon night of hot sex.

Composing myself with a few deep breaths, a drink of water using my cupped hand and a splash of water in my face, I straightened my clothes and walked back out to find Jack dressed and handing over his little yellow capped jar. When he saw me, he smiled broadly and walked over. Wrapping me up in his arms, he dropped his mouth to my ear.

"So, I guess I don't have to ask if it was good for you." He murmured making me snort.

"What happened, Jack?"

"Hmm, tell you later." He replied, then smiled showing all his teeth. "If you're a good girl, I might even show you." He added making me swallow hard then asked, "Do we need to see the doctor?"

"No. We have an appointment in ten days to see if I am ready. If I am they will implant the embryo at that appointment. If not, then I make a new appointment." I replied, trying not to see the devastation in his eyes. He knew something about this download that I didn't know. Something other than the four months' timeframe. I wasn't stupid enough to not know that he wouldn't last four months if the Asgard did not show up.

At length he smiled, then turned and guided me out the door.