Disclaimer: Unfortunately, even with the large break in publishing, I still have not bought SGA from MGM. I do get to claim the poem though, but the jury's still out on whether or not that's a good thing.

A/N: I'm sorry I up and left without finishing this story (or others *cough*). Summer's upon us and hopefully that means more free time.


Fluffy Clouds Epilogue

It had been burning a hole in his back pocket all morning. An unnoticeable spot? Maybe. But comfortable knowing the weight of the words on it? Not in the least. He knew it word for word but the paper being in his pocket reassured him, told him this was really going to happen. He was going to ask her.

Her eyes were closed as her head rested back against his shoulder, tendrils of her hair lying in curls against his neck and arm. Though normally he would protest against such a position, especially with only haphazardly-shaped tree bark to lean against, not a word was said in complaint. It seemed to be the perfect moment to Rodney. A complaint was not going to interrupt the perfect moment to ask.

Trying his best not to jostle around too much, he reached into his back pocket and slid the piece of paper out. It was now or never.

He knew he would find a way to delay asking if he took too much longer so he skipped over the short introduction he had mentally prepared minutes ago. Her eyes fluttered open as the words on the paper flowed through the air.

An angel on this Earth gently placed,

you held my soul as I held your waist.

Covered with cloth, all white and gossamer,

gracing with smiles, this mere commoner.

I can't wait to see you again, all white and laced.

At this, Jennifer smiled. It wasn't exactly Rodney's style – to read her poetry – but she could tell a lot of time had gone into making his thoughts about her known before asking what she now knew was coming. She allowed the rhythm of words to take her back to the day a year ago when she had been at death's door with only Rodney standing between her and eternity; back to the day she fell in love with him all over again right beneath this very tree. Her head turned mere inches to press a kiss to his neck as he continued.

Beneath this very sunshine,

in a day we played and dined,

we both laughed and fell.

Pulled close, you were my northern belle.

Asleep in my arms, what a find.

With this verse, she was reminded of the night spent cooking together, tasting the hot chocolate from the other's lips as the movie droned on in the background, and promising each other forever. She reached up for his jaw line and paused this time to enjoy the feeling of her velvety lips against the vibrations of his voice.

Now here a year later under the sun,

I feel no doubt that you're the one.

It's no mystery,

In my eyes you will see,

My heart you've gone and won.

Jennifer slipped her hand up to his cheek. Her eyes caught his and with a small start of a grin, she beckoned him in for a real kiss. How he did it day in and day out was a mystery to her but the man was pulling on her heartstrings with every touch of their lips. She never wanted this moment to end and was pleased when he continued.

And lest we forget,

For lost time, I'm forever in your debt.

Allow me this one question, angel from above,

To bring whole this love,

I've withheld since we first met.

Jennifer sought out one of his hands and intertwined it between hers to hold back tears. She knew they were coming and nothing could stop the tears from falling but she was determined to at least wait for him to say it.

Say yes and our fates shall be sealed,

linked forever in this very field.

Always together,

among this barley and heather.

A lonely day there'll nary be,

If, Jennifer, you'll marry me?

And just like that, her cheeks were assaulted in wet trails. She quickly, gently, turned in his embrace and brought her hands to his face. A laugh escaped, then a few more tears, and finally her answer. "Yes, Rodney. A million times yes."