Other Possibilities, R, 16/17

[hathor_girl]

16.

Janet POV.

"Janet..." One of the nurses call. "There's some people who'd like to come in."

"Tell them later - we're busy in here!" What do these people think?

"They insist!"

Annoyed, I go to check. I estimate it will be less than 30 minutes before Sam's kid is born, so this is not a good time disturb. I pop my head out the door.

"What is it?" I glare at Daniel and O'Neill, they at least should know better.

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I go to Sam.

"Who is it?" She asks.

"Sam, it's your team-mates and your dad - and another Tok'ra I don't know - a young one, calling himself Martouf. They all insist on coming in here. I told your team to take a hike, and I have a feeling you don't want your dad in here either - but what about that Martouf fellow?" I notice how Sam react to the name.

"He...I don't know." She confesses. "He's the father, so I suppose..."

"If you don't feel comfortable with having him in here, then I'll tell him to come back later - however, you do need to talk to him sometime."

Sam nods. "Ok, then. Let...let Martouf in." She closes her eyes and leans back, as I leave to the door.

I have only just told them what she said, when Sam cries out as another strong contraction hits her.

The young Tok'ra named Martouf pushes me aside, his eyes flashing and hurries inside. I hear him ask Samantha if she is allright, worried.

I glare at the other men waiting outside and tell them they have to wait, then close the door and goes to see how Sam is doing. I see the worried young Tok'ra beside her, holding some sort of glowing device. I have no idea what it is, but I am quite sure he's not going to harm her.

I need to get him to scrub and change!

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Sam's POV.

I am tired but happy. My child is born. It is a boy, and he is strong and healthy. He looks a lot like Martouf, but with very deep blue eyes, more like mine. I don't know if they will change later, as I think this happens often. I kinda hope he will get the same eye colour as Martouf.

Martouf - or perhaps Lantash - is holding him right now, looking ecstatic and as if he doesn't believe what is happening. I can't blame him. He's taken it well, this suddenly learning he's a father. I didn't have anything to worry about. Lantash seems as happy as his host.

I am a little worried at the thought of meeting my dad - and Selmak. And the other Tok'ra. Everyone, I guess. I suppose they've all been told now. Janet is keeping them out, but I'll have to see at least dad and my team soon.

I wonder if my son got Tok'ra genetic memory, or if that only happens to be transferred sometimes? Martouf and Lantash hasn't mentioned it, but I guess they have more than enough on their minds right now.

Janet comes up to me.

"You feeling up to meeting you dad and your team-mates?"

"Yeah, I guess..." I say, feeling I need to get his over with. I look to Lantash and he leans in and give me a kiss.

"We'll be here for you."

He helps me to sit up again. I am really feeling tired, but at least I am no longer sore. Lantash and Martouf used a healing device on me, so I am fully healed up already. One more advantage to having a Tok'ra boyfriend...boyfriends.

Dad comes in first, my team-mates waving at me from the door. Dad smiles at me, but he sends Lantash a very hard look.

"Jacob, meet your grandson." Lantash says, refusing to surrender under dad's gaze. Impressive.

Dad gently takes the child and his expression immediately turns softer. "Hi little fella - welcome to the Carter family." He almost cooes. He turns to me. "You've done good with him, Sam. I hope all will be well." He hands the child back to Lantash with some reluctance.

"I love your daughter, Jacob, and so does Martouf...you need not worry." Lantash informs him. "My intentions are, as you say, honourable..."

Dad snorts. "I will speak with you and Martouf later."

"Calm down, dad. They've been good friends and very helpful and supportive while I stayed with the Tok'ra. They didn't know about the child until now, so they can hardly be blamed for not being with me during the pregnancy." I smile at Lantash. "Besides, I do love them." I take Lantash's hand and he entwines our fingers.

Dad bows his head and Selmak takes over. "That is all well and good - and I do not disapprove. I think you will make good mates for each other."

"Dad does."

"He'll come around. I'll make sure of it." Selmak promises, giving me a soft smile. Then she looks more grave again. "However, you may have acted prematurely by having a child - it will have Lantash's genetic memory. We have no experience how this will affect a human child - hopefully it will be no worse for him than for a symbiote, but he will grow up knowing about Goa'uld atrocities. He will never be an innocent in the Galaxy, as human children otherwise have the luck to be. He will almost certainly wish to join the Tok'ra when he grows up - Egeria's...programming of all her decendants will assure that. However, what will make the Council most concerned is the risk of him being captured by the Goa'uld and made a host or otherwise forced to give up the knowledge about the Tok'ra he is born with. The Council will be...very unhappy."

"The Council need not worry. We will look after him - he is our responsibility. Not theirs." Lantash declared.

"Do we even know if he got the genetic memory? I mean if you know so little about this?" I demand.

Selmak sighs. "There is very little known about this, it is true. The Goa'uld forbids the creation of harcesis'es - children of two hosts - but your son has only one host as parent. There are only rumours of this happening a long time ago, but it would seem the genetic memory is always transferred. That is why it is forbidden, as the Goa'uld does not wish...mere humans...to have their knowledge."

"But, as you're so fond of saying, you're not Goa'uld! So you don't have laws against it, do you?"

"No...the Tok'ra have no laws against it - it is however considered dangerous because, as I said before, the Goa'uld could take the child and make him a host, and get to Tok'ra secrets."

"We'll protect him. There's a lot of things the Goa'uld want. It doesn't mean they're going to have it."

Selmak nods. "True. I will argue your point for the other members of the Council. For now, a healer will come and scan the child, to determine that he actually does have the genetic memory."