TITLE: ...But Sometimes It's Worth It
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: Jack/Hailey, Sam/Shanahan
TIMELINE: S8, 2 months after Affinity and "Waking up is the easiest thing to do" and "While dealing with the consequences is not"
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show Stargate: SG-1 are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Here it is, the long awaited third part of the series. You are so lucky I've already started writing this even before I finished the prequel, otherwise you'd be stuck with that ending. I'm glad you're liking this series and this pairing, which admittedly was just an experiment for me with the sole intention of using it for only shock value.
HUGE THANKS TO Roczadeb for her help and patience in answering my questions about the details of how exactly pregnancy is handled in the US Air Force. Thanks, you're the greatest!
SUMMARY: How will Jennifer deal with her discovery? What will Jack do when she tells him? Will there be a happily ever after for the two most unexpected (especially to themselves) lovers? Sequel to "While dealing with the consequences is not" which is a sequel to "Waking up is the easiest thing to do".
1st Lt. Jennifer Hailey was sitting in her car, fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel and pearl-white teeth gnawing on her lower lip.
She'd been sitting there for the last hour, trying to sum up the courage to get out of the vehicle and face the most terrifying mission she'd ever had to execute: telling her Commanding Officer she'd conceived his child.
Telling General Jack O'Neill, an advanced human, darling of the Asgard and the Fear of the Goa'uld, that she, a lowly Lieutenant, was carrying his unborn child in her womb.
For a second she paused at the thought that SHE, not Carter but she, Jennifer Hailey, was THE woman who was insuring that Jack's advanced, unique genetics would not die out, but would continue on, mixed with her own in their child and that child's children and so forth. The child, that could no doubt be of much interest to the Asgard, would have her genes, she could be it's mother, the mother of the Savior of the Asgard. It was heady stuff.
Unconsciously she caressed her still-flat belly tenderly, as if soothing a child inside, even though the child was still just a group of cells, not even formed yet. This early in her pregnancy she wasn't showing anything, even with her small, slim stature of five feet four, and as soon as she realized what she was doing she jerked her hand away.
She hadn't even decided what to do about the pregnancy yet, which was why she didn't allow herself to develop any maternal feelings or a bond to the being developing in her womb.
She was still undecided whether to let the pregnancy continue and have a child or abort it.
She knew about Jack's son, everybody did, it was a public secret at the SGC, one they kept jealously hidden from outsiders, and while the feminist in her rebelled against the idea that Jack had any say in the matter at all, much less as much as she had, the woman in her valued and wanted his input, seeing as he was the father of her baby. That woman believed he had every right to a say in the matter and that his word should have weight in her decision on what to do. Just as much say as she had.
But the one who especially wanted to know his feelings and thoughts on the matter was the young woman who was in a serious dilemma and trouble and was looking for a strong, supportive, yet taking-charge kind of man, craved desperately for him to take control of the situation and make the decision for her.
The romantic in her, the woman craving love and unconditional support, wanted to keep the baby, wanted Jack to support her all the way, being there for her, love her as a man loves a woman who is the mother of his children, she wanted him to marry her, she wanted to form a real family with him, have a few more kids, a fulfilling career and live happily ever after.
But on the other hand she was insisting she didn't have time for a baby right now, she had a job, a career, and was damn ambitious to get all the way to the top. She didn't want kids, she wanted to be free, she wanted to go where-ever she wanted, on the spur of the moment if she felt like it and that without having to make concessions for the smelly, screaming, annoying little brats, she didn't want to lug those same smelly, screaming, annoying brats around with her everywhere she went, she wanted to go out without having to manage a kid at the same time, she wanted to go to the grocery store without having to buy diapers, she didn't want to get bloated and leak all kind of fluids, she wanted to keep the slim, fit figure she'd worked so damn hard to attain, she didn't want to run to the toilet every five minutes, or go through labor or do anything else connected to pregnancy and parenthood.
There were also other significant advantages to aborting the pregnancy ASAP, like no-one finding out about her and Jack's, that's what she called him in her mind now, indiscretion and even if no-one did find out who the father was, her career would be slowed down by the pregnancy, she'd be placed on 4T non-deployable status and transferred out of the SGC to a less-dangerous assignment for the duration of her pregnancy.
It was a week after the discovery and, following an hour later, confirmation of her condition and she had only the overwhelming amount of work in the labs the past two months to thank for the fact that Jack didn't know about her condition yet. For, had she been on even a single off-world mission her blood would've been taken after she'd returned and her pregnancy would've been discovered. As military doctors are obligated to notify commanding officers about changes in personnel's health status, especially changes as life-altering and important and duty-assignment-influencing as pregnancy, Dr Brightman would've had to notify Jack of Jennifer's expectant, and right now she didn't feel even a little expectant about it, condition immediately.
The man was far from dumb and Jennifer knew he'd immediately make the connection of her being pregnant with them having had sex just a few weeks before.
It had taken her a week to screw up enough grit to go to him. And now she'd chickened out.
In his drive.
Some soldier she was...
She'd already grabbed the door handle by the time the nerves and doubts had struck and since then she'd been alternately reaching for the handle, letting go of it and then wringing her hands.
Jack was living in an almost rural neighborhood, his house along with it's large property was set out of the city and the next neighbor was living a mile away, otherwise she was sure that by now she'd have had police knocking on her windows, having been alerted by the suspicious neighbors.
But when the knock still came she was so startled by it that she jumped in her seat and shrieked out in fright.
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