by Kitty S

NOTE: It's been a looong time with the updates.

Sam's POV

It's been several weeks since Schrodinger came through the gate, and I just ran out of the little patience that had. I'm assuming it's game over for me, no one figured it out, and no one is going to bring me back. And though I can be pissing and moaning I have a smile on my face. You know why? Because my baby just kicked. Strong legs, healthy baby. At least I hope. The winter here wasn't that bad, and spring is beautiful.

I've been wanting to go through the gate to the last known address of the Tok'ra. I have no idea why I've stayed here as long as I have and not at least attempt to go elsewhere. It's not like I have to follow orders anymore. But the thought was quickly squished when 'bad guys' came into mind. I didn't have any weapons which to defend myself. Darn. I sure miss Dad though, I wish I can tell him that he's going to be a grandfather again. Plus if he found out that it was Jack and the position I found myself in, dad would kill him. Which I'd love to witness.

Did I mention that I don't look like myself nowadays. I look like a fat local. My hair has grown out, highlighted by the sun, a little tan, and a very ugly maternity dress. The kids around here have fallen in love with Schrodinger, as with Schrodinger and the kids. I haven't realized how adaptive he was. He handled living with Narim and Barrett, and now another alien planet. My intergalactic cat.

The alarm clock went off and Schrodinger leapt from the bed. Morning already? I felt like I went to sleep only hours ago. There it goes again. Reaction brought my hand down on the bed stand, trying to destroy the retched thing that was making so much noise. No snooze. Huh. No alarm clock. Edora doesn't have alarm clocks. They don't even have electricity. Then what the hell is the noise waking me up in the wee hour? I'm pregnant dammit, don't piss me off!

My stomach was so heavy, it was making me unbalanced. Ugh. "Laira? Hey, do you hear that?" Where was this women, she wakes up when I move positions sleeping. She has to have woken up to the noise. "Laira, are you in here?" The ground shook. The gound was shaking. God, please don't let it be the fire rain. I could have sworn... it wouldn't be for another 150 years or so. "Laira, where are you?"

Screams. There were screams. Screaming in Edora meant the children were playing hide and seek and someone was caught. No one screamed in Edora. Scream. Not like that anyway.

I see fire, buildings were burning, and the ground shook again. What was going on here. "Laira! Answer me!" Oh my god, it couldn't be. That sound. It may have been a while since I've heard it... but I'd never, ever forget it.

Footsteps.

Armored footsteps.

"Holy mother of crap."

Step away from the window. Back away, go elsewhere. I ran to Laira's room, she might be hiding. My room is closest to the door, I probably would have heard her if she were running for her life. Which is what we should be doing right about now. "Laira!" I whispered. I wasn't about to kill myself over finding her.

"Samantha?" Yeah it's me, who else would it be? She was under her bed, the whole time I've bee looking for her. "Is that you?" I saw a head bobbing. She was crying.

"Yes it's me," I can't bend down and pull her up. I'm way too big for heavy lifting. "get out from under there, we have to escape. We have to get out of here."

"Who are they, are they whom you fought? The Ghouls" Don't I wish.

Helping her up from her stomach, I thought hard on trying to escape. First the house, than the planet. If we were lucky. "They're called the Goa'uld. And we have to go, try not to scream. Okay?"

The last thing I needed was sneaking away behind a half a dozen Jaffas and the woman screaming. Why doesn't this house have more than one exit. "Come on, take my hand. We'll run for the river." Then what? I have no clue.

Opening the front door was fearful and suspenseful as million dollar horror flick. With the bad music and all. And Bam! Something scary happens. As for me, the door opened, and I didn't open it. Terrifying.

"Kree!"

Jaffa, lots of them. Lots of Jaffas, with lots of weapons, pointed at us. Weapons pointed at a crying farming harvester, and a pregnant women. Ironic. Just like how there were screams and explosions outside, but dead silent in the house. Until...

"Meow"

Oh, god. Don't do it! "Wait!"

Too late, the bastard shot my cat.

I'm cursed.

"Take this woman to the mine site." Laira was crying again, begging them to not hurt her. Not letting go of my hand, she was getting hysterical. One of the Jaffa aimed his staff.

"It's okay Laira, just go with them." Or die. "Just do what they say."

There was orange fur flying around the house.

"Lord Ba'al would be pleased to find you here, Major Carter."

I'm cursed.