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Stargate SG-1 fic: So Wrong

Ah, try number three for the badfic challenge at stargateland . This ended up being an “extended” version because the challenge demanded a 300 word limit. I stripped down the first part of this to fit the requirement then added the 2nd part. It’s a continuation of my other baby/mpreg fic: We’re Going to Need a Bigger Nursery. I had some people show interest in finding out more about what happened to get them all pregnant. This is just a little glimpse into their lives. I might be tempted to write more snippets of life with six babies.

So Wrong (long version)
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
SG-1, Janet
1795 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: mpreg, baby!fic

Jack gives birth to a baby that is a combination of Jack and Daniel’s DNA just days after Sam and Janet each have their own baby.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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Jack groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. It offered little comfort—now soaked in as much sweat as his head. His hear stuck to his head in clumps, sticking up in some places where he ran his fingers through.

“Just a few more minutes, Colonel,” Janet said, somewhere off to his left.

The pain shot through is stomach, like a knife cutting deep inside. “Hurry it up already,” he growled, biting down on his lip.

“Just hold on, sir,” Carter said.

“For crying out loud, Carter, will you stop calling me ‘sir’. I think we’re past that.” Read more…

Stargate SG-1 fic: We’re Going to Need a Bigger Nursery

We’re Going to Need a Bigger Nursery
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1 (of the cracky kind)
SG-1, Janet
2476 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS: cracky, mpreg, general nuttiness

When one hears the words, “I’m pregnant,” it doesn’t usually prelude a spiral of mind-twisting insanity. Unless you are Jack O’Neill that is. Absolutely no point to this.

This was started for challenge #16 at stargateland but ended up going out of control (of course) and was too long. But I couldn’t resist finishing it. I also found I can’t write “badfic”. Even writing something completely out there I wanted it to make some kind of sense and have proper grammar.

“You’re what?” Jack shouted, feeling the blood drain from his face.

Carter had the decency to look abashed. “I’m pregnant,” she grimaced than tacked on a belated, “sir.”

Jack found that to be a little absurd considering the circumstances. “How? When?” He really didn’t want to know. “Who?”

Carter flushed slightly, looking anywhere but at him. Read more…

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