Title: Coming Home
Author: CosmicalMadison
Rating: T
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Summary: After a drunken night on the town, Sam finds herself pregnant with Jack's baby. How will be react? What will happen next?
A/N: (This is pretty long, so please just bear with me or skip right to the story.) So, I've finally updated my most popular story. I know I promised to have more chapters up soon after posting Chapter 1 several months ago dodges flying tomatoes, but an evil corrupted file caused me to lose parts of Chapters 2 and 3 and I didn't get around to rewriting them until now. Actually, I've been avoiding it for a while because I feel like I'm "out of the groove" and I'm afraid the stuff I add to this story now might not jive very well with what's already here. For instance, I just wrote the first four paragraphs of this chapter and are not sure that they fit with the rest of that section. Tell me if they don't. Anyway, enough of my excuses and complaining. Please read, enjoy, and tell me what you think. Also if anything is confusing or there might be a part where I forgot to add in something, just let me know and I'll fix it right up. (Thanks for your patience, as this author's note is now officially over.)

Chapter Two: Worries

Jack O'Neill needed to get some air. Exiting the elevator on the surface level, he nodded to the two airmen stationed near the door and walked outside. Moving to the parking lot, he quickly found his truck and plunked down on the curb beside it, burying his head in his hands.

That was all too much, too fast. He didn't know what to think. Samantha Carter, a subordinate officer and a member of his team was going to have his child just because of one stupid night they had spent together. He wanted to be angry at her, blame her even, but knew that it was just as much his fault as hers, if not more. Either of them could have stopped it at any time, but they had chosen not to.

What kind of person must she think him, anyway? What kind of father was he? Because of Jack's own irresponsibility his only other child had ended up dead. Besides that, was he really ready to have another kid? He had a great job, friends, a life...no, this definitely wasn't the greatest time for another baby, especially given the circumstances.

And what about Sam herself? Did he really want to settle down and spend the rest of his life with her, raise their kid? He certainly hadn't planned it that way.

Of course he had wanted her that night, but now he wasn't so sure. It seemed like forever that he and Sam had admired one another from afar, each always knowing that the other was strictly off limits, but when they had finally touched it had felt so right. He had wanted so badly to tell her the feelings he had for her, how he wanted to be with her. He had wanted to tell her how one or both of them could leave the Air Force to allow their love to blossom, how easy it would be... But the physical sensations of being with her had won out and these things had remained unsaid.

In the morning though, after he brought her home, he had known it was all wrong. Giddy on the drug that filled his system the night before, he hadn't been thinking clearly. Jack knew he couldn't deny his feelings for his subordinate, but that didn't mean he had to act on them. Of course he and Sam couldn't have a romantic relationship. The Stargate Program was everything to them, and if they were caught they would certainly be discharged.

But he still regretted not sharing his thoughts with her. They both knew that they couldn't continue this thing, but it still hurt that Sam seemed unwilling to even talk about what had happened. They had gone to work the next week and she had greeted him just as she usually did, as if nothing had changed between them. Afterwards, she had never said anything about the incident and Jack didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so he hadn't mentioned it either. To this day he still wondered if her indifference was all just an act or if she really took the whole thing that coolly.

But aside from all that, Jack still had a responsibility to Sam. SG-1 was a team and of course that extended to the time they weren't in the field. Even if this situation hadn't been so directly his fault, he would still be obligated and happy to pitch in with whatever help he could give. And in this case, that rule had never applied more.

Now he just had to tell Sam that, and he definitely wasn't looking forward to seeing her again so soon. By now, having gotten over his initial shock and denial, he was aware that he had been none too receptive when she first broke the news. Jack cringed as his own words rang in his memory. You're sure? For God's sake, he hadn't even believed her at first!

Now there was only one thing to do: apologize. He didn't anticipate that, but what was done was done and it wouldn't be resolved until one of them took the first step and that someone might as well be him, and better sooner than later.

Jack stood with a sigh and headed back toward the entrance of the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

As they stopped before the door, Janet turned to Sam and said, "I'll be sure to catch up with you later about that appointment." Sam started to nod, but as soon as her friend opened the door, both women stopped short.

Standing there, looking more than a little apprehencious, was Jack O'Neill, fist raised and poised inches from where the door had been had been a moment ago, as if he had just worked up the courage to knock.

Sam blinked, feeling her cheeks redden, and thought of telling him to go away. She was still angry and didn't want to talk to him yet.

Jack let his own chocolate brown eyes flicker closed and then open again before lowering his hand to his side. For a long moment silence stretched between them. Finally, he turned to Janet and asked, "Doc, would it be all right if Carter and I talked alone for a moment?"

Janet nodded. "Of course; I have to leave now anyway." She glanced back at Sam, silently wishing her luck. "I'll see you later."

"See you," Sam echoed as her friend walked away. She turned back to her commanding officer, holding to the thought that she did not want to talk to him now. But after her performance earlier she owed Jack enough to at least listen to what he had to say.

She hoped it was an apology.

When Janet had gone, Sam silently led the way back into the room, this time seating herself in the chair as Jack positioned himself on the bed after closing the door.

Sam sat back in the chair and surveyed her companion, trying to guess what he would say. Would he grovel and beg for forgiveness? Of course not; he wasn't like that. More likely than not he would stumble through some "Y'know, I'm really sorry" yadda yadda yadda thing and expect it to be over. Well, she wasn't going to let him get away that easily. Jack was the one who had gotten her pregnant after all, and he had to own up to his responsibilities.

Whoa! Sam reigned herself back in. When had she started blaming Jack for all this? Sure he had had a part in it, but they had both acted irresponsibly and the fault belonged as much to her as it did to him.

Sam shook her head to clear these thoughts and looked up at her CO. "So, what have you got to say?"

Jack sighed. "Look, Carter, obviously you surprised me with this announcement. I'm sorry, but can you really blame me? Think about how you would feel if our situations were reversed."

"I guess I have to give you that one," Sam admitted. "I never really thought about it that way." But now she did. If she was a guy who had had a one-nighter with a girl who later came back to tell her that she was pregnant, she would be horrified too. Seeing as Jack really was in that situation, she owed him a little bit of leeway until his initial emotions wore off. "I'm sorry, Colonel."

He waved the apology away. "Forget it. So, anyway, I've been thinking, and I've decided that since this is all my fault-"

"Sir-!"

"Please just let me finish," he interrupted. "Since this is my fault, I believe that it's my responsibility to help you with anything you might need."

"So, you..."

"Yeah, I agree that this is my child and I will help you and him."

Sam smiled softly, seeing that he had already decided his stand on the baby's gender, but only to hide her tears. She had known deep down that Jack would never abandon her, but still she was so relieved by his assurance that she would have cried if she didn't have something else to think about.

"So," Jack asked hesitantly, "what kinds of things are you going to want me to do?"

"I'm not sure what all it will be yet." She held out a hand in front of her to indicate a large belly. "But when I'm farther along I'm going to need someone to come stay with me and do things like keep the house clean, help with cooking, and drive me if I need to go somewhere."

"So pretty much what you're saying," Jack paraphrased, "is that I'm going to be your maid, chef, and chauffeur."

Sam grinned. "Yeah, that's pretty much it, sir."

"Wait," Jack said, waving his hands. "One more thing. If we're going have this slave-to-master relationship, I think we need to be on a first name basis, Sam. You know, outside of work."

Sam blinked; she couldn't remember a time that her commanding officer had ever called her anything besides "Carter" or her rank. "I suppose that would be a good idea."

"Call me Jack," he said.

"Okay, Jack," she replied. The name sounded strange when she said it deliberately and didn't let it slip out in anger as she had earlier, and she almost felt as if she had committed a small crime in calling her CO by his first name.

Jack must have seen her discomfort and agreed with it, because he said, "I'm sure we'll get used to it eventually."

"I suppose." It was then Sam realized that just because this was going on didn't mean that she was exempt from filing her report on last week's mission. She looked up at Jack and smiled. "Now that we're clear, I really need to go work on my report."

Jack nodded as they both stood up. "Yeah, me too." As they headed for the door, he asked, "Do you mind if I stop by your house tomorrow afternoon so we can do some more planning?"

Sam stopped outside the door and turned to face him. "Not at all; that would be great." She nodded, then turned and headed for her lab, glad that she and Jack had settled their differences.

Sitting before her computer a few minutes later, Sam could barely contain her glee. He had said yes, he would help her! She hoped it would be a good experience for them both.

But even though she had gotten over telling Jack and Janet about the baby, it seemed there were still so many people left. Teal'c, Daniel, General Hammond, and her own father and brother were still in the dark. Sam didn't relish revealing her secret to the first three, especially when they went through their "Who's the father?" stage. In fact, she downright dreaded talking to the General. He would demand to know who had fathered the child, she would have to tell him that it was Jack, and then they would both be in trouble.

According to military regulations, because Jack was her superior officer, he and Sam couldn't have a romantic relationship. Surely they would have to suffer the repercussions of their actions, but Sam hoped with all her heart that Jack wouldn't lose his job. She wouldn't mind if she had to leave, since she would eventually have to go on maternity leave anyway, but the Stargate Program was everything to Jack.

And speaking of telling people, she had forgotten to remind him not to tell anyone the news until they were both ready. She hoped he would have enough sense to figure that one out on his own.

Colonel Jack O'Neill sat in his office, still trying to digest all that had happened today. How quickly life could go from carefree and happy-go-lucky to unexpected and fraut with problems. And not just the obvious ones about how he would afford taking care of a baby and if he could keep his job, but the more personal issues of how he really felt about Samantha Carter and what they would do after the child was born.

This train of thought was cut off when the sound of footsteps heralded someone's entrance into the room. Jack knew the members of his team so well that he didn't even have to look up to identify his visitor. "What do you need, Daniel?" he asked without taking his eyes off of his computer screen.

The voice that answered confirmed his suspicions. "Ah, I was just wondering…" The doctor trailed off as if having second thoughts on what he had been about to say.

Jack turned around in the chair and regarded his teammate. "You were wondering," he supplied matter-of-factly, "what Carter wanted to talk to me about earlier."

"How'd you know that?"

"Trust me, Danny boy," Jack said. "I know these things."

"So?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Daniel," Jack answered as he swiveled back to the computer, "I don't really want to talk about it right now and I'm not sure that Carter would want me to discuss it either." He assumed that Sam would want to be with him when they told the rest of SG-1.

"Right. I was just wondering." But instead of leaving, Daniel stubbornly remained, as if thinking his CO would cave and tell him what had happened if he stayed long enough.

"You can go now," Jack said. "Have you finished your report yet?"

"Yeah, it's done."

"Well, mine isn't and I need to concentrate."

"Whatever you say, Jack."

As he began typing again, the colonel heard Daniel's footsteps retreat across the room and back into the hall. Jack sighed, glad to be alone again. Though it didn't always happen, he loved it when the members of his team obeyed him without question. He had come to realize shortly after arriving at the SGC that it was because they respected his authority as their leader.

Jack wondered how by-the-book Daniel and ever-respectful Teal'c would react to what he and Sam had to tell them.

A/N: So there you have it, Chapter 2. What did you think?