Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate.
It felt like crashing. Like the ground was rushing towards her and the controls were dead. She gripped the stick in her hand but there was nothing she could do.
A small blue plus glared at her from the stick in her hand.
She was pregnant. That night with the alcohol and Jack and the alcohol (God she’d been drunk) was never meant to happen. They hadn’t planned it, so no condoms, and her SGC birth control had long since worn off and now…
She felt sick. The four of them were barely keeping their heads above water and now they would be adding another mouth, another potentially timeline altering person to this already messed up situation.
Deep breaths, she reminded herself. Maybe the test was wrong. Maybe the stress was disrupting her period, but she knew it wasn’t. She was weeks late, almost months. She knew why.
A knock sounded on the bathroom door. Daniel, asking if she was alright.
No, she thought, I’m not alright. I’m completely terrified. What do I do?
Sam Carter remained frozen on the edge of the tub, while gravity pulled her faster and faster towards the ground.