Themed Writing
2 - Red Tie
Jack stood before the full-length mirror, nervous as all hell. Which was weird, considering all of the crap he had been through over the years. Crap with the Goa'uld, crap with everything else. And a great deal of crap involving her. But that was crap he could put up with.
With a sigh, he turned to face one of the other white walls of the tent. Hooking his finer into his collar, he pulled the fabric away and swallowed deeply. Pushing back the cuff of his dress shirt, he glanced down at his watch. Twenty minutes.
"Nervous?" came the oh-so-familiar voice of Daniel Jackson.
"Oh, you have no idea," Jack answered his best friend.
"Well, it's not like this is the first time you've done this, Jack. You should be more relieved."
Narrowing his eyes at the man, Jack huffed out a breath. "If you remember, that was quite a few years back."
Daniel tucked his hands into his pockets, then looked at the ground briefly. "Just think, though. This is something you've wanted for what? Twelve years? Now you're getting it, so you should be nervous."
Jack gave Daniel his best 'thank you Captain Obvious' look, then turned back toward the mirror.
"Whatever. It's all going to be fine, so c'mon. Let's get this show on the road."
Taking one last look at his reflection, Jack followed Daniel out of the tent. As they walked toward the dais, Jack glanced out at the sea of faces, smiling and grinning faces of friends and co-workers. For some reason that made his gut do back flips.
Taking his place, all of his senses prickled when the familiar music began to play. That was the only tradition they had decided to stick to, though. In streaks of glowing white light, the most beautiful woman anyone had ever met beamed in beside him. His stomach did another back flip and them climbed promptly into his throat. This was the first time he had seen the wedding gown, and it looked flawless on his bride-to-be.
"You look beautiful, Sam," Daniel whispered while Jack just stared.
A radiant smile consumed her features. She looked down in an almost shy manner, and then met Jack's gaze and frowned.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, managing to speak past the lump in his throat.
"A red tie, si--uh--Jack?" Sam raised an eyebrow and smirked.
Jack looked down, and although he kept looking in the mirror all morning, he had not noticed the fashion faux pas.
"For cryin' out loud!"
Upon his exclamation, the ceremony began.