A/N: Friendly reminder that each chapter is set AU from each other.
Also, I wanted to thank everyone who read and commented. I'm glad you guys are enjoying the series.

Harboring a Fugitive

Chapter 1

Too Damn Good

It is not miraculous. That's all it is.

She feels dreadful. In the last three months, she's never felt more awful and that includes being burnt alive twice. Food is no longer a treat on her senses, the smell of fresh bread or muffins, the taste of sweet chocolate fudge ice cream. The crunch of an apple, like the one she made Muscles lift her to grab, which started an all-out war with the natives of PX3-235. The team has apologized for her, she has apologized for her, the SGC has apologized for her, and yet they simply will not be satisfied until they can behead her. Bluntly told Cameron so during negotiations and he almost flipped the table, or so Sam said, she was not invited for obvious reasons and even more obvious reasons.

She's huge and cannot eat because she is in a constant state of nausea, and with not eating comes weakness and with the weakness comes a frail immune system and she has been sick with a cold, a flu, and something Dr. Lam called brawn-kite-us all in a single pregnancy trimester. For most of the day she's anchored to her bed. She floats to the bathroom as needed and if it's an odd numbered day she visits Dr. Lam two floors down huffing and falls asleep in the infirmary for a few hours until someone comes and escorts her back to her room like an invalid. Dr. Lam is worried, Cameron is worried, Sam and Daniel and Teal'c are worried, even General Landry checks in on her once a day for what she thinks is reassurance she's still breathing.

But she keeps up her mood for them. Always smiling and happy and playful despite feeling like a bomb went off inside of her, despite barely having enough energy to sit up in bed. But she lives the dream, gets paid to watch reruns of Cupcake Battles all day and she falls asleep to fever dreams of choking on cupcakes, or PX3-235 natives chucking cupcakes at her from the treeline, or being impregnated with a cupcake. She jolts up straight, sweats and pants and coughs until she brings up mucus from her throat and makes note that she'll need more medicine tomorrow. Slaps a hand to the wall and drags herself to her washroom where if she's lucky she can pee and make it back to bed before falling asleep.

They still try to keep her occupied, try to get her input on items, Sam with engineering and Daniel with an artifact he's trying to translate, and she turns her head towards them while they talk and listens to their lovely musical voices and the dips and dives of syllables and smiles peacefully into her pillow and when she wakes two or five or eight hours later they're gone. Sometimes they tell her it's the next day. Once they told her it was a new month and she slept away her second trimester.

Cupcake Battles is a rerun she's seen at least twelve times at this point, but she loves the little intricate design, and envies that someone would take the time to so delicately decorate a food item for someone they cared for and she gets emotional, her hand flapping over her nose and eyes and he enters the room.

"Hey Princ—What's the matter this time?" Visits her most often, visits them actually, she's fallen asleep and woken up to him reading that 'what are you gonna do you got pregnant' book to her womb, like the fetus will understand what a mucus plug is.

"It's the cupcakes again," sobs into her hand still fanning her face.

"The nightmares or the tv show?" Tugs out a few tissues from her nightstand which she cannot reach because turning on her side at this point involves a two man team. "Good tears or bad tears?"

"Good and tv." Points to the little web cupcakes on screen made with custard innards and a geometric pattern of chocolate and vanilla batter. On the top sits a little chocolate chip spider and it's so cute she sobs again.

"Vala." Brushes her tears away with the tissues and the pads of his fingers skim her cheeks. "Sweetheart, you've got to stop watching this—" His probable finish would be 'show', but she's this emotional over everything now. Yesterday when she mustered up the courage for a trek to the cafeteria with Sam, she cried because when she took a croissant there was one left all on it's lonesome. She had an emotional breakdown and didn't stop until Dr. Lee volunteered to eat the last one.

But instead of finishing his sentence he cups a hand over her forehead, his gentle expression hardening as he tries to hide his concern. "Do you have a fever?"

"I don't know, but I've been feeling under the weather again lately."

Bunches her hair up and off her neck to allow heat to vent, her skin is wet with perspiration and her hair clumpy with moisture. "Did you let Lam know?"

"She said I could pop by this afternoon." He gently guides her forward, which opens her airway a bit and alleviates the pain in her sides and lower back. "She's busy inoculating teams ten to fifteen this morning."

"You have just had a shit run at this." His chuckle isn't one from humor, but more apologetic. There's a tug on her hair and it disappears off her back as he ties it up. "From what I've read of that baby book, the second trimester is supposed to be a breeze. It's all energy and sex."

Tugs the covers off her legs, leaving her in a pair of boxers and a tank top because nothing she owns fits anymore and is not likely to ever fit her again. "If you ever try to have sex with me again after this I will split you in two."

"I would actually judge you if you didn't." Watches her stomach while she giggles, as it bounces, stuck in the ribbed black fabric. He adjusts her shirt so it covers her completely, and leaves his hand on her stomach. "I told Landry today."

The bouncing stops, but his hand remains stationary. Tiredness drains from her eyes and she stifles an itchy cough in her throat. "I thought we agreed to do that together."

"Yeah, I know, but I think you've got your hands full right now." Hands her the water from the bedside table, which she cannot reach, and she downs almost half the cup before he takes it away knowing too much will just cause her to vomit. Everything causes her to vomit.

"What did he say?"

"That he thought Daniel did it."

She laughs and the whooping cough escapes. He holds her steady as tears pluck at her eyes and her face turns red. "I think we should go see Dr. Lam now."

"Everyone probably thinks this is Daniel's work." Gestures to the bump which is almost comically big and throwing off her center of gravity even while sitting. "Daniel probably thinks he did it."

"Yeah well," Pulls at her legs, turning them to the side of the bed as she rolls her eyes at him. He ignores this and continues getting her ready for their two-day journey down two floors. "Landry wasn't angry, but he definitely wasn't pleased."

"Did he want to know what type of vampiric demon spawn you impregnated me with?" She lifts her bum has he starts the yoga pants for her. Before he can try to help her, she stands, and sways and he runs interference between her and anything she can crash down on.

"No but he wanted to know how long we'd been fraternizing because it's a big no-no on the base. Wanted to know if we were dating and when I told him no he wanted to know why not and got all Papa Bear about it." He sets her ballet flats, which literally are flat with her expansive weight, underneath her feet and she scoots her toes into them. The swelling in her chest happens again and it might either be another cup of mucus or an emotional overload. "No crying. Don't cry."

"I thought of the croissant again." All alone and left out, not being able to complete the basic task of offering nutrition. Its one purpose.

He's at her door, pushes the button and the hallway lights flood in making her cough again. "Lee ate the damn croissant, Vala."

"But what if he hadn't?"

Dr. Lam's face is unperturbed as she pulls away the thermometer declaring, "101.4, your third fever this month."

"Well I've always aimed to be exemplary," she coughs. Cameron stands beside the bed, his arms crossed like he might physically fight the fever for her. He's never looked so serious.

The doctor's eyes slide from her to him and back to her and of course the rumors, not even rumors really because they're true, have made it around the base quicker than whatever illness she's now infected with. Dr. Lam writes the temperature down on her chart and pulls an IV stand closer. She hates being stuck with the needles and the goop flowing into her arm. "You know, Vala, you're in your last trimester now, you might just think about staying in the infirmary for the next few months, it might be easier."

"I am not moving in here."

"Come on, Princess," Cameron flashes around the other side of her, his scowl erased and his voice commandeering her attention away from the IV sticking into the back of her hand. "I'll bring in a big screen tv and you and all the nurses can watch Cupcake Battles all day."

In a gritty tone, her voice on the edge of collapse, she declares, "I am not moving into the infirmary."

"No, you are not," he agrees shrugging away his lame attempt to convince her.

Dr. Lam rolls her eyes, "I'll go get your meds."

Cameron squats beside the bed, his arms crossed over one another and his chin resting on top. He watches her stomach jiggle with her breathing, watches the band around it print out the heartbeat of their baby in waves of lines. "Have I told you how much of a trooper you are?"

"Shut up, Cameron," she laughs, as he does, and again rubs the top of her stomach.

"I mean it Vala, there is no way I could do what you're doing."

She yawns, and it sputters into a cough and the little squiggly lines fall up and down and then evens out. "Perhaps that's why I'm the woman."

"Do you wish you could take it back?"

Observes him with a slight slant and notices the stars behind his eyes have doubled and rival the size of her stomach, his hope, his pride, his love for her, whether platonic or not, his love for their child. "No," she taps the side of his face with her hand and he kisses her palm.

"Me neither." They continue to watch the electronic readout of a person they've never met, a person they created while possibly drunk or in the aftermath of a bad mission. His hand curls around her thigh and he adds, "The sex was too damn good."

A/N: Apologies that all the chapters cannot be uploaded together like always. I'll try to update with the other two by the end of the week.