Haha, whoops, my bad, this is a long chapter too. XD Enjoy. Uhm, yes, well, this is the last one, I may, probably will not, do an epilogue, I dont think it calls for it...besides I have another story in mind...it's a little sad and OOC but it'll be cute...I promise! It's a one-shot too...Anyway, read and enjoy! OH and by the way, THIS chapter is OOC ((bangs head on desk))

Chapter Five: Oh….

Last time: Sam was glad she had enough sense of mind to put the baby down on the bed in front of her before her world went black and she collapsed.

"Sam!" Jack yelled, not knowing which one he was referring to. Cursing, he was glad when a mere second later, Janet came running in. She thumbed open the Lieutenants eyelids and flicked a light into them.

"She's slipped into a coma!" she yelled, drawing the attention of the other nurses in the hall, calling them to her aid. She glanced to Carter, who was lying crumpled on the floor. "What…"

"I'll take care of her," O'Neill interrupted, already on the other side of the bed and scooping Isaac off of it, placing him in the small bed nearby. "You take care of the Lieutenant."

Janet paused for a moment, then nodded, and with the help of the other nurses, pulled the bed out of the room and down the hallway. After she left, Jack yanked off his jacket, leaving him in a tight black tee, and crumpled it into a ball. Bending down, he placed the balled up jacket on the ground. Sliding his arms under the unconscious Carter's knees and neck, he adjusted her so she had her head resting on a makeshift pillow.

After he had her laid out, he looked down on her fragile form and, frustrated, stood up, slamming his fist into the wall and leaning his head on it. It had been painful for him to watch the alternate Carter go through pregnancy and especially birth, when all he could think about was his Carter. Sighing, he fell into a seat, cradling his head in his hands as he watched Carter through his fingers, hoping she would wake up soon.

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Sam shifted slightly, and felt cold, hard floor under her. Her arms felt clammy and she felt the sweat beading on her upper lip. She didn't…did she? Blinking her eyes open, she groaned. Oh yes she did. She turned her head slightly, licking her lips, and realized…someone had given her a pillow…

Before she knew it, someone was kneeling down next to her, pressing a cup to her lips. She swallowed the water gratefully, feeling the senses return to her body, but still, her eyes remained close. She heard a familiar voice mutter something worriedly under their breath, but couldn't quite place it. Something else pressed against her lips, and she parted them, allowing the substance to fall into her mouth. Chocolate. She chewed it, and, once more, felt energy spread to her finger tips.

Blinking her eyes open again, slowly, she found herself peering into the face of Colonel O'Neill. His eyebrows were knitted together in worry, and his mouth was twisted in frustration. When he saw her eyes, his face visibly relaxed. "Welcome to the land of the living, Carter," he said, rocking back to sit on his heels.

"Sir?" she asked. Her brain was still foggy and she felt a headache coming on. With a slight grunt, she pressed one hand to her forehead.

"You passed out, Carter," he said. Sam gazed up into his face, only to find it etched with worry. Groaning, she shifted her hand so that her arm was now covering her eyes. "Right after Lieutenant Carter told us who her husband was, too," O'Neill said, his eyes dancing with humor.

Sam felt her cheeks heat up in a furious blush. She knew she had. Good job, Sam, she berated herself. Way to take the news well. You knew it anyway.

But it still came as a shock, part of her mind argued. You never thought you'd be holding yours and O'Neill's son, no matter how much you wanted it, did you.

No, she admitted to herself. "Sorry, sir," she mumbled.

O'Neill swished a hair out of her face, resting his fingers on her arm that covered her eyes for a second. "Don't apologize, Carter," he said softly.

She inched the arm off of her eyes and peeked a glance at him. Deciding it was time to get up, she pressed her hands firmly on the ground beside her, and pushed herself to a sitting position, only to have the world spin around her.

"Easy, Carter," O'Neill said before dropping his arm over her shoulder and sliding her to a wall. She leaned back against it gratefully, pulling her knees up. Too much work to keep her head upright, she rested it on O'Neill's shoulder.

"the Lieutenant?" she muttered, closing her eyes as she breathed in O'Neill's scent.

Jack gazed down at Carter, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He twisted the hand that was draped behind her to rest it on her shoulder. "She lapsed into a coma."

Sam turned her head to look up at him, and opened her mouth to say something. Before she could speak, however, her words were interrupted by the squall of a child. Grimacing, but warmly, O'Neill slipped his arm out from behind her and stood up, picking up the small baby and cradling him in his arms, sitting back down against the wall gently.

Smiling warmly, Sam leaned over and stroked the small mass of hair on the baby's head. "He's adorable," she said softly. O'Neill nodded, shifting a hand to grasp one of the small hands. "What's going to happen to him now?"

A cough from the doorway drew their attention, and they both looked up to find Hammond. "That's why I'm here," he said, waving a hand at them to keep them from standing. "The Lieutenants gone," he said softly, bowing his head in respect as Jack and Sam exchanged sorrowful glances. "Dr. Fraiser told me her suspicion that she wasn't going to make it."

"So, Isaac…" Sam begun.

"Is in your custody. I called the president already. Under the circumstances, he said if you wish to raise the son as your own, he can make a special case to wave the regulations for the both of you."

Shock played across both of their faces, and, without a glance at each other, they both nodded. Hammond smiled. "I'll let him know right away then," he said, nodding to the both of them before walking back out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Carter turned to look at O'Neill. His lips were parted slightly in shock, and his eyes were filled with emotion. Shifting the baby to one arm, he freed his other hand and tipped her chin up, bringing her lips to his. She fell into his kiss instantly, and only broke when Isaac voiced his opinion.

Laughing, they both turned to the baby boy, and O'Neill bounced him lightly in his arms. Sam leaned against Jack, resting her head on his shoulder again, and placed her finger in the baby's grasp, hardly able to believe that she could finally have the life she dreamed of. Picking her head up, she looked into O'Neill's eyes, and could tell he felt the same.

Searching in his brown orbs for a moment, she said, "I love you, Jack."

His face displayed shock for a moment, but that melted away and he bent down to kiss her again too. In her ear, he whispered, "I love you, too."

xXx

God...((Dies)) that was SO out of character it wasnt even funny. I understand if you dont like this chapter...but anyways, that's the end sorry it's so corny...very corny...EXTREMELY corny...