Creating Life After
Fourth in the "Life After" series.
Based upon Stargate: SG-1.
Set chronologically between "Life Found After" and "Living Life After." (After the wedding, before the kids are grown).
Includes a Janet/Siler plot line, though smaller than the Sam/Jack plot line, or at least I tried to make it that way. Also includes everyone's absolute favorite JACOB CARTER!
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Janet smiled at how excited John was. He rushed into the Infirmary, tugging this hand away from his father's and running to his mother's bedside. He jumped up and down. "Can we see her now?" he asked.
Sam smiled and ran her fingers through his sandy blonde hair. "Almost. Doc's getting ready."
Janet smiled at Colonel O'Neill as he picked up his son and set him down on the chair in front of the monitor. "Watch right here, and then you can see her."
"When!" John asked, bouncing in his seat.
"Just a minute," Janet assured him. She turned on the monitor and turned her attention back to Sam's exposed stomach. This was their last planned ultrasound before labor and since John was so excited about the prospect of being a big brother, Janet thought it would be fine if he got to see. She wasn't too concerned about him damaging the equipment in his excitement, after all Sam had cobbled it together while she was pregnant with him and she could surely fix it.
Keeping an eye on the monitor, she found what she was looking for. "That's her, John."
John's mouth fell open. He quickly looked from the monitor to his mother's abdomen and back several times. "That's her?" he asked.
Colonel O'Neill chuckled. "That's her, John," he confirmed.
"She doesn't really look like a person," he said.
Sam laughed. "Not yet, John. But that's because this type of picture is different than the ones you've seen before. When she's born she'll look like a little tiny human being."
John looked up at his mother. "When will she be born?" he asked.
"Soon," Sam said. "Sometimes it's hard to tell, but she'll be here soon."
Janet glanced up and saw Sergeant Siler walking towards the door. She shot him a smile, which he returned. She had been seeing a lot of him recently. At first, he had just been hanging around the infirmary. More recently, she found herself taking walks with him in the evening and eating most meals with him.
He ran into the door because he was looking at her while still walking forward.
"Janet?" Sam said, catching her attention.
She shook her head. "Sorry . . . Someone just walked into the door."
Colonel O'Neill turned to look, but Siler had already escaped. He turned back to John, "Alright, Big Man, ready to go?"
"But I want to look at the baby more."
Janet smiled. "I'll get you a picture of her, so you can look at her later, how does that sound?"
"Can I have a picture too?"
Everyone turned towards the door.
"Grandpa!" John jumped up and attacked his grandfather.
Jacob picked him up with an exaggerated grunt. "Oh! You're getting too big for me!"
"That's okay! Mama's baby is gonna be here soon, and she's gonna be real little."
Jacob laughed, setting John back down. John immediately resumed his station by the monitor. Jacob shook Colonel O'Neill's hand. "Jack, I see you're keeping everything together, here."
Colonel O'Neill shrugged. "I do what I can."
Jacob leaned over his daughter and gave her a one-armed hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Sam."
He looked at the monitor. "So that's what's been growing on your stomach. And here I thought it was a parasite."
John frowned at his grandfather. "No, Grandpa! It's a baby!"
Jacob chuckled. "Well, I know that now!"
"Hey, Big Man," Colonel O'Neill said to John. "How about we let your Mom and Doc finish up here and then we can show Grandpa the stuff we got for the baby?"
John nodded, jumping off his seat and reaching up for his father's hand. Colonel O'Neill took his son's hand. "Do you have something to say?" he asked.
John turned to Janet. "Thank you, Doc."
She smiled and gave him a wink. "Anytime for my favorite O'Neill."
A big Carter-grin covered John's face and he and his father headed towards the door. Before they got there, John twisted around. "Am I still gonna be your favorite after the baby is born?"
"You'll always be my favorite O'Neill boy," she answered.
John didn't seem to notice the politician's answer she gave him and waved as they continued their way out. She turned back to Sam and her father.
Jacob was staring at the monitor. Sam was staring at her father.
"What do you think, Dad?" she asked.
"I think she's going to be the prettiest baby girl I've ever seen. Maybe tied for the first." He squeezed his daughter's hand.
"Are you going to stick around until she's born?" Sam asked, more than a hint of hope in her voice.
Jacob didn't look at her for a second, then sighed. "I wish I could, but I've got a few things I need to do. But, I should be able to make it back at the end of next month. Then I can do all the standard Grandpa-spoiling and -fawning things that are expected of me."
Sam nodded. "Well, I guess I'll take that."
Jacob kissed the back of her hand.
"Can you stay for a little while longer today?"
"I can stay until tomorrow, if you want me around."
"Well, I could always use some help with the trouble maker."
"John?" Jacob asked.
Janet chuckled. "He's an angel, it's the Colonel we need extra hands for."
- . - About Two Weeks Later
Siler glanced over at Janet, they had been walking around the perimeter of the camp for a short while now. When she paused at the top of the ridge, he did as well. She just looked out over their camp. Take a deep breath, he reached slowly reached out and brushed his hand against hers. When she turned her wrist and took his hand in hers, a grin broke out over his face.
She turned and saw the ridiculous grin on his face and a smirk graced her own features.
He felt like such a dork. He was giddy because he was holding a woman's hand.
With his hand still in hers, she continued walking. He attempted to school his features. He wasn't doing very well. They walked around a while longer, including a trip through some of the vegetable patches. They ended at her door.
He cleared his throat. "Good night, Janet."
As he turned and started away, she said his name. "Would you like to come in for a while?"
He swallowed hard. She had a soft, welcoming look on her face. He nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
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Both of his hands rested on Janet's hips as she rested against him and caught her breath. Oh God, that was good. She was amazing. She was . . . She was amazing.
"Wow," he said. Okay, that was kind of lame, he knew, but he was sure it conveyed how great he thought she was.
She chuckled. "Yeah, you're pretty wow, too." She rolled to her side, her back to him.
He stared at her bare back, unsure what to do.
Wait a second.
What just happened?
Did she just purposely roll away from him?
Did this mean something? Did she just use him? Did she just take advantage of his puppy-dog affection? He couldn't believe what was happening.
Did this mean nothing? He was so confused.
"Honey, I'm cold," she said after a few moments in a soft, sleepy voice. She had never called him 'honey' before.
She didn't purposely shun him, she was just looking for a comfortable position to sleep in. A comfortable position she wanted him to join her in.
He rolled onto his side and spooned up behind her, putting his arms around her. She released a content sigh. She took the hand that rested between her breasts, kissed the back of it, and returned it to it's previous position. She snuggled into him a little.
He squeezed her tight for a second. All he could think was 'Wow.'
- . -
When he woke up, Janet had turned in his arms. He smiled to himself, she was so beautiful. He shifted a little so he could kiss her and she opened her eyes, she had already been awake.
"Good morning, Beautiful," he said.
She smiled and kissed him. "Good morning."
He let the kiss last a little longer before he leaned back and fingered her hair. "What do you want to do today?"
"Stay right here with you," she said.
A boyish grin covered his face instantly.
"You're so cute," she said, placing a kiss on his lips. She sighed when she pulled back. "Unfortunately, Sam needs a check up. She's darn close to her due date if she hasn't passed it already, so I want to make sure everything's alright."
"How about breakfast?" he offered.
She smiled a sultry smile. "That sounds great." She gave him a long wet kiss before removing herself from his arms and moving to get out of bed. "How about we both take showers and meet back up in the mess hall in about fifteen minutes?"
He crawled across the mattress after her, wrapping himself around her and sucking on her neck. "Sounds like a plan to me," he said.
She twisted in his arms and kissed his lips. He pulled back with a big grin and released her.
She got up and started picking up her clothes. He watched her for a moment before getting up himself. While his grabbed his things and got dressed, he would pause now and then and watch her for a second with a big grin. She saw him staring at her and stepped up to him. She held his face in her hand. "I love that smile."
Her words kept the smile on his face even after he left her little home. Luckily he didn't see anyone on his way to his quarters or from his quarters the showers, so no one asked him what was with his ridiculous smile. It was early, and most people were still asleep, or still on watch.
He beat her to the mess hall, so he got them both plates of food and sat at her usual table, which had recently become his usual table as well. The mess staff wasn't in yet, so he had just gotten them both the grain cereal they had all gotten used to, with milk. He sat by himself, continuously glancing back at the door and his watch, waiting for her.
After a few minutes, and only two minutes after their fifteen minute agreement, she walked in. She glanced around on her way in. Seeing that they were alone, she gave him a quick kiss before sitting down. She sat right next to him.
They ate in comfortable silence, shooting smirks and glances at each other.
She had sat down on his left, so he slid his hand under the table and placed it gently on her thigh. She didn't look over at him, but he saw the smile on her face.
Just then the door to the mess hall flew open and slammed shut. Jumping a mile, they turned to see what the commotion was.
Colonel Carter, a very pregnant Colonel Carter. She grabbed herself a glass of juice and flopped down next to them.
"Don't even start, Janet," she snapped. "I just want this thing out of me!" she gestured to her abdomen.
As subtly as he could, he removed his hand from Janet's thigh. He didn't know what to say, if anything.
Colonel Carter took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "Good morning, Janet, Sergeant. How are you this morning?"
"Very well, Colonel," he answered, not daring to ask her how she was feeling.
"Good," Janet answered, also not asking how the Colonel felt. "Why are you up so early?" she asked instead.
The Colonel's sour temper return, "Because this" she gestured irritatedly to her abdomen "was doing cartwheels this morning."
"Sam," Janet admonished in a somewhat sympathetic tone.
The Colonel swatted at the air. "I know, I know, she's a blessing and I love her, but," she raised her voice, "I'd love her more if she was on the outside!" She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, then took a sip of her juice.
Thankfully, his radio crackled to life. "Siler, you up?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"One of the main vent pumps in the Delta Barracks went out again."
He sighed. "Alright, I'll be right there." He took one more bite of his cereal and stood up. "Colonel," he said in farewell, and turned to Janet. "See you later, Janet," he said.
She smiled back. "Bye."
"See ya, Siler," the Colonel said, her tone still rough from her discomfort.
He bused his bowl and headed to Delta Barracks. He smiled to himself and made a mental note to visit the Infirmary later today.
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"What was that?" Sam asked in a suspicious, yet bright, tone.
Janet looked up from her cereal. "What was what?"
"I'm pregnant and cranky, not blind," she said with an arrogant gaze. "What's going on with you and Siler?"
Janet coughed to cover her embarrassment. "We - um - we might be . . . I mean . . . We're kind of dating."
That was not the reaction Janet was hoping for. "Hey! I didn't react like that when you told me you were pregnant the first time."
Sam waved her hand dismissively. "Oh come on, you can't even compare these two situations. Everyone had been talking about Jack and me for forever, especially after I pinned O-5 and got my own team."
"You showed up pregnant after the apocalypse!"
"Apples and oranges, Janet. Apples and oranges."
Janet frowned, maybe they were two completely different situations. She doubted it, but knew better than to argue with Extremely-Pregnant Samantha Carter.
"So," Sam prompted. "Give me all the gory details."
Janet forced a shrug. "I don't know. We eat meals together. We take walks . . ."
Sam squinted at her. "What aren't you telling me?"
"He visits me in the Infirmary," she added.
"You haven't slept together, have you?" Sam asked.
Sam's eyes got big. "YOU HAVE!" she accused.
"Okay, now we're comparing oranges and tangerines," Janet defended herself against Sam's reaction.
"You're right," Sam agreed, and lower her tone, trying to contain her shock. "I'm sorry. But Siler?"
A grin covered Janet's face, "He's cute, isn't he?"
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