Since it wasn't actually possible for every member of the SGC to attend the wedding - as that would be far too great of a risk to the security of the base, and therefore, the world - Janet had arranged for the wedding reception to be held in the commissary. The wedding party rode in the back of the President's own limo. The President instead had taken a seat in General Hammond's car to the great disapproval of his security team.

"I can't believe the president not only officiated your wedding, but is now having us ride in his limo." Mark said, in complete awe of the day.

"What can I say, he likes us." Jack shrugged nonchalantly, loosening his tie a bit as he sat back in his seat.

"Well, with how many times we've collectively saved the world, he'd better like us." Daniel joked, popping the cork on a bottle of champagne that Thor had given them before beaming himself and about fifty SGC personnel into the commissary.

"Yes, well, it's what we do." Jack joked.

—

When they arrived at the SGCSGC, they were escorted by Walter and Siler to the commissary.

"I think we know the way." Jack teased, gesturing at exactly who they were escorting.

"Yes, sir. But I believe we are expected to announce you." Siler replied, looking serious.

"You don't say…"

"Wait here please, sirs, ma'ams." Walter said as he slipped in through the doors.

He returned after a moment and they heard someone begin to announce the group. First Sharlynn and Mark, and so on in order of the wedding procession. Each couple slipped through cracked doors as though trying to hide Sam and Jack from the crowd. When it came time to announce Sam and Jack, Walter and Siler pulled open both doors to reveal a room which looked nothing like their commissary. The walls had been covered with sheer glittering fabric. The tables had been decorated with tablecloths and chair covers. There was fancy china at each table, and the food line had been decorated. There was a large wedding cake in one corner with a male and female airman saluting one another instead of the traditional wedding topper.

The cheers were so loud it took a moment before the announcer was able to say "Now, may I introduce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Major Samantha Carter!"

"Now wait a second!" Jack protested. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face.

"Hey, we all know she's the one who's really in charge!" Someone called from the back of the room.

"Well, yeah. Because she's way smarter than me." Jack replied as the room erupted into laughter.

A few people cheered "Hear hear!" In agreement to Jack's statement, and Sam rolled her eyes as she pulled away from him to look for Janet. She had some questions for the doctor.

She found Janet pretty quickly by the punch bowl, though it took her quite some time to get there since people kept stopping her to wish her congratulations, or that it was about time. One SF even stopped to tell her that all SGC personnel had planned to strike if things had worked out differently. She laughed and told him she was glad things worked out the way they did.

"How in the hell did you do ALL of this in four days, Janet?" Sam asked, still in shock from the incredibly planned day.

"Look around you, Sam. I had a whole team."

Sam looked around the room, then back to Janet in shock. "They all helped?"

Janet nodded, a small smile on her face. "The whole base has been rooting for you two for quite some time."

"Okay, next question. Tell me, why are half of our alien allies here?"

"Hmm? Oh. Well the Tok'ra came because your dad invited them, and Thor has apparently been observing since he got to the system. As for the rest… well, I can tell you the Nox were an interesting arrival."

"They were?"

"Yeah." Janet pauses to laugh uncomfortably and then said "They just kind of showed up. Lya said she 'was not to miss the wedding,' and then promptly requested we assist her and her associates in finding the proper attire. Honestly it was all a bit baffling."

"That's, uh…." Sam didn't get a chance to finish her thought, because suddenly a man grabbed her from behind and pushed a knife against her throat.

Janet stepped back in surprise, throwing her hands up in a feeble attempt to calm the man. Sam looked at Janet calmly and slightly shook her head. It didn't take long for the entire party to notice the bride was being held at knife point.

—

Jack was standing by Daniel and Mark admiring the wedding cake. Mark has been asking the two men questions about the program and what Sam actually did since they got to the party, and occasionally someone would come by to congratulate Jack. Teal'c was across the room having what appeared to be a very engaging conversation with one of the Nox people. While the girl looked to be no more than eight, Jack was aware the Nox aged at a very slow rate, and was likely very close in age to Teal'c.

"So, explain to me again how this all came about?" Mark said, still trying to grasp all the information he had been given over the last twenty four hours.

"The Stargate program?" Daniel asked, earning a nervous look from Mark.

"No, I think I've started to get the grasp on that… I meant the wedding."

"Oh, well it all started because Jack is an idiot." Daniel joked.

Jack turned to respond but stopped mid-reply when they heard a commotion from across the room. The crowd parted to reveal a familiar-looking man holding Sam at knife point. Janet was standing beside them looking as though she was about to negotiate with the man, while Sam was the image of calm, and gave Janet a slight shake of her head.

"Nobody try anything!" The man yelled, pushing the knife into Sam's throat and drawing a few droplets of blood.

"Nobody's going to try anything, Harold." Jack said, slowly walking towards him with his hands up, looking as non-threatening as possible.

Mark remembered why he recognized the man; he had been at the wedding. Mark has noticed him looking around nervously, but had dismissed him as someone who didn't get out much. Now he was realizing maybe this man had instead been waiting for a time when he could get close to Sam without anyone noticing.

Suddenly the knife vanished, leaving a long angry welt on Sam's throat where it has been pushed previously. Mark blinked one surprise, as did Sam's captor. Sam reacted far quicker than either of them, leaving Mark in a further state of shock.

The man Jack had called Harold was easily twice Sam's size, in both height and weight. In mere seconds Sam has broken the man's hold, flipped him on the floor, and restrained him while several SF's ran to assist her. Jack was by her side in seconds asking if she was okay, and Janet was examining the welt on her neck.

Mark turned to look at Daniel in shock, who moments before had been just as tense as he was. Now the man was casually setting his drink down and motioning to Mark to follow him as Jacob appeared behind Sam looking relatively unconcerned.

Finally Mark found his voice and managed to say to Daniel, "My sister's a badass, isn't she?" Before they reached her earshot.

Daniel snickered. "Yes she is. She could kill someone twice his size without even straining. I've seen her do it."

"Holy Hannah."

—

Sam was relieved when the two SF's appeared to pull the man away. They would need to hold him for questioning later. Harold was one of the President's men. She'd met him on several occasions, and he seemed friendly enough. This, however, was a complete turnaround for him.

Jack appeared by her side, and casually touched her arm. "Nice, Carter. Good work. You okay?"

"'Tis but a scratch." She joked, smiling at him. "Though I may have bled on my dress."

"Nope, looks safe." Jack replied smiling as Janet forced herself in front of Sam and began barking orders to her nurses.

"Please Janet, it's just a surface wound." Sam said, internally sighing at the woman's protectiveness.

"I'll be the judge of that, Sam. Now just let me - what on earth?"

At the same time Jack murmured a "Whoa!" And several of the observers stopped to look at Sam in shock. Her throat felt warm for a second where she had been cut, then suddenly the pain vanished.

"Guys? What's going on?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Uh. Well, it's just that.." Janet mumbled, seeming unsure why to say.

"Your wound is gone, Carter." Jack supplies when Janet seemed to lose her voice.

"Gone? As in…"

"As in, it did some weird glow-ey thing and then… poof, gone. No wound. Not even a scar!"

"Well that's…"

"Good news." Thor interrupted. However long he had been standing there, Sam was unsure. The entire room seemed to have crowded around her after the incident and she had begun to feel a bit of claustrophobia set in.

"What d'ya mean that's good news?" Jack asked, staring intently at Thor.

"I think what Jack is trying to say," Daniel cut in diplomatically, "is what exactly does that mean? The healing?"

"It means that your child may have the advancements we have been searching for. That is a trait of the race you call the Ancients."

"What?" About forty people chorused simultaneously.

"Okay, folks. As much as this pains me to say it, we may have to cut the party short." Jack said after a moment.

"But Jaack, the cake." Daniel teased.

"Actually, I don't think it would hurt to let Harold stew in the holding cell overnight." General Hammond said, walking up with the president in tow looking furious. "We'll question him tomorrow. Thor, would you be so kind as to join us for a briefing tomorrow at thirteen hundred hours?"

"It would be my pleasure, General Hammond."