Archaeologist Civilian Consultant Doctor Rebekah-Louise Marshall joins the SGC and SG1 at the request of Colonel O'Neill. She is there as a backup to Doctor Daniel Jackson. She speaks twenty six languages and can read a vast amount of ancient diale...
"See how you drink this is you blow the flame out and you chug it as fast as you can." She showed him how to drink it and smiled when it was all gone. She laughed at the look on his face. "You act like you've never seen me drunk before, Andy! I'm sure you have. I got black out drunk on our honeymoon."
She kissed him and smiled at him again. She giggled, she was totally drunk and she was loving it. She hadn't been off the base in six months out into the real world. So she leapt at the first chance she got. She ordered another and blew the flame out and downed it before she got up and danced to the songs playing.
She wasn't a good or bad dancer but she was dancing to the music of the bar. It was the first time she could leave work behind for a while as Daniel finally took over translating for the first time in a long time.
The next day
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She was wearing her combat boots, her Airforce issued pants and tanktop with her one gun on her hip, the zat gun on her leg above her knee. She stood watching from behind everyone else.
"I,uh-I wasn't gonna say goodbye." Andrew said to her in his space suit.
"Neither was I." She repsonded. She kissed him sweetly before he left. She placed a hand on her stomach as she watched him leave without turning back to see her.
She didn't want to tell him she was pregnant again until she was certain she would see him again. She didn't want to distract him from the mission he was being sent on.
It was several days later when he came back. She was working with her hair up in a bun and sweating as she and Sam raced to get the situation under control. She sighed. They were on the clock or they were going to be sucked into a black hole.
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He kissed her, she kissed back and she watched him leave. "Andy.." She whispered but he was gone again.
"Sam, what about a time dilation field around the stargate?" She asked as she looked at Sam.
"That is theoretically possible. But one of us or both of us would have to be in it. We are the smartest two people on this planet, Rebekah." Sam said and they both went to work on getting the device right.
"Do it now Sam!"She placed a hand on her stomach and groaned. She and Sam got frozen in the field with the blast.
They were able to disable the gate and shut it down so the outside world wouldn't be affected.
To the outside world they'd been gone nine minutes, to them it had been nine months.
"I'm going to the beach." She told General Landry and waddled her way to the elevator and to the car that was taking them to the beach.
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He laid with his head against her hip as he poked her belly. She smiled at him and stuck is tongue out. She was comfortable this way and she was able to show her bump without conviction.
Her boobs, her boobs hurt like hell and she knew that's because they were filling with more milk. She wasn't even rid of all of it from little george. So her bra size went up three sizes and she was now wearing a double d.
She rubbed her stomach and smiled as he poked it. "It's real if you keep poking it, I might have to get you for early labor." She placed a kiss on her fingers then to his lips.
"This is amazing. You were in their nine minutes, but months? Wow." He kissed her stomach and held her stomach.
