Becky wakes to a beautiful Lantean morning, yawning and stretching. Filled with an incredible sense of well-being better than any Goa'uld sarcophagus.
She grins, hugging happiness to herself like an old friend returned after too long apart. Warm and alive and in love all over again.
She props herself up on an elbow, studying her beloved in the faint filtered glow through the opaqued windows. A whisper of a thought and the material clears, allowing morning light to stream in. Gotta love quasi-telepathic Ancient tech.
Daniel's lying on his back, one hand curled loosely on his bare chest and the other resting on the sheet bunched around his waist, one leg bent with the foot tucked under the other knee. Undeniably gorgeous, even sound asleep.
With his head facing her she takes advantage to study his relaxed features, lines of tension and curiosity smoothed from his forehead for the time being, fierce intelligence temporarily at rest. Brushes her fingertips through the soft fall of brown hair with its subtle blond highlights. Traces the arch of each finely-drawn eyebrow, stunning blue eyes hidden for now behind long lashes any woman would envy.
Her gaze lingers along the curves of his mouth, recalling the feel of that alarmingly sensuous lower lip sliding against hers, the addictive taste within, his hot breath against places that send shivers through her...
"Morning." She realizes with a start he's awake, smirking up at her as if he knows exactly what she's thinking.
She clears her throat, slightly embarrassed at being caught out. "Um, morning. Sleep well?"
A languid, catlike stretch. "Uh-huh. You?"
"Oh, yeah. No nightmares whatsoever." She leans down, places a gentle kiss on those tempting lips.
"Good." Long fingers brush her hair away from her face. "Ready to face the day?"
"Soon, though I do seem to recall from yesterday that you wanted to ask me something?"
"I did?" He blinks in confusion, then smiles. "Oh yeah, right. I did." He reaches for his glasses then hands over hers. "Mind closing your eyes for a couple minutes?"
She quirks an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Just do it, please? It's important," using enough of his wide-eyed, pouting look to make her melt. Sometimes he doesn't play fair.
"All right, if you insist. Better be good, though."
A brush of lips is her reward. "Trust me, you'll love it."
With eyes closed she hears him rummage around the room, opening and closing drawers and messing with zippers. She considers peeking a bit to enjoy the view but sternly reminds herself patience is a virtue.
Then the edge of the mattress nearest hers dips a bit. "Okay, open your eyes."
Two pale gold rings nestle in a small box lined with black velvet. One a plain band suited for a man's hand, the other more delicate with a marquise cut blue topaz and three small diamonds in a triangle on either side. Exquisite.
"Oh, wow," she breathes. "Are those...?"
He nods, a little sadly. "Belonged to my parents. I retrieved them before the Big Quake on a gut feeling. Had no idea if they'd ever be used someday, though."
"And now?"
In reply he lowers himself on one knee, taking her hand in his.
She smirks. "Didn't we do this once before, only in reverse?"
His eyes twinkle with humor even as the rest of his face remains solemn. "Hush, it's my turn. Now listen. I've never believed in the idea of kindred spirits before the conference in Seattle, and then I met you. We complete each other in so many ways, the only time I feel whole is when we're together. You're my touchstone, ensuring my feet stay on the ground while my head's in the clouds. Nothing in the universe can keep us apart, and I hope you'll stay by my side for the rest of our lives and whatever lies beyond. So I ask you, with all my heart and soul- will you marry me?"
She swallows, her eyes darting between him and the rings several times. Somehow this seems even more significant than in the infirmary with all of Atlantis as witnesses, though it's only the two of them without a stitch on save for their glasses. "Um, Daniel?"
"Hmm?" Watching her so anxiously, probably fearful he came on too strong.
She can't stop the bright grin that comes to her lips. "Yes."
He bestows on her what she calls his sunrise smile in return- sweet and a bit shy- before gathering her into his arms, holding her tight. "Oh, Becky. Thank you."
"No, thank you," running her hands over his back. She loves touching his skin- firm and nicely muscled but also smooth and warm with the occasional intriguing raised mole here and there. "You're so good to me. For a long time I never thought I'd have anyone to love. Or that there would be anyone to love me in return."
"Believe me, I know the feeling. You'll have me for the rest of our lives, I promise."
"Same here." Cradled in his strong arms, content and grateful beyond words she's finally healing in mind and soul as well as body. "We should tell the gang the good news at breakfast. After a hot shower and tea for two, of course."
A gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Sounds like a plan to me."
Becky has to admit the ring looks good on her, even if a trifle loose on her finger. It's only for showing off at breakfast anyway, as they'd planned a while back to wear marriage bracelets like Mac and Janet. More practical, too.
When they arrive in the cafeteria Jack greets them with a knowing smirk. "So, you kids good now? Sleeping okay and everything?"
She grins, sharing a mischievous glance with Daniel. "Oh, yeah. Real good. No nightmares."
Audible sighs of relief all around. "That's great, Becky," Mac says. "Really."
"Thanks, Unc. And everyone- I'd just like to say how sorry I am for the awful way I've been acting lately. And thanks for putting up with me and helping out, you know, in the dream," glancing around the table. Everyone's giving her their most understanding looks, even McKay and Ronon. "I owe you guys so much, I don't know how I can ever repay you."
Jack leans over the table to pat her hand. "Having you better is payment enough in my book, kiddo. Now," lifting it to show off the ring, "unless I miss my guess you kids have something to share with the class, dont'cha?"
A moment of stunned silence. Then a delighted, simultaneous gasp from Janet and Sam unleashes a flurry of congratulations, hugs, handshakes, and a smattering of applause and raising of juice glasses and coffee cups from people at nearby tables.
Teyla's eyes light up. "Such wonderful news! Does this mean you will have the ceremony here on Atlantis?"
Becky's eyes widen and she looks to Daniel. "Could we? I mean, we did joke about eloping here..."
He considers then smiles and nods, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Sure, why not?"
McKay stares as if they're completely nuts. "Here? Need I remind you this is a hostile galaxy where the Wraith can attack at any time and we aren't exactly Vegas?"
"Shut up, Rodney," Sheppard says, rolling his eyes. "The sectors around us are clear and we got plenty of firepower, I already made sure of that through 'Lantis. Guys, on behalf of the rest of the colony I think it's a terrific idea."
Mac's grin is as broad as his brother's. "About time, you two. But I thought you wanted the ceremony back on New Earth."
"Only because I wanted you and Jack to escort me down the aisle," Becky says. "But now we're all here and Elizabeth offered to do the honors last time- I mean, if you wouldn't mind...?" glancing at her hopefully.
She nods, grinning. "I'd be delighted. Would you like to have it right away?"
Daniel looks at Becky, who gives a tiny shrug of agreement. "Well, as a matter of fact-"
Jack raises his finger. "Hold on now, Danny. I'd wait on that if I were you. Planning a wedding takes time, after all. Decorations, invites, tasting menus- ya know, the fun stuff."
Mac groans, wiping a hand across his face. "Jack, for crying out loud don't tell us you already have a plan."
"Yep. Leave it all to me, kids. I'm gonna pop on back to New Earth and make a few arrangements. Then give me three weeks and we'll have the wedding of the decade!"
Becky shares a look of horror with Mac and the rest of the New Earth contingent. They know all too well what chaos can happen when he's got that look of determined mischief on his face and nothing can stop him.
The others pick up on their distress, trading uncertain glances. McKay grumbles about certain disaster.
Daniel sighs, lifting his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. "Damn, I was afraid of this..."
Later that afternoon Jack strolls back to New Earth through the Gate by himself, casually informing Chuck and everyone in hearing range he has to do some strategic planning at home for a bit. Three weeks of relative peace and quiet pass before he returns the same way, hands in his pockets and looking inordinately smug.
The crowd following him surprises everyone.
Hammond and Cassie. Barranco of Tarraka with his daughter Penarra and two Guild seamstresses carrying bundles of fabric. Jacob and Selmak, Darien and Kanan with Shallan.
To the restrained but clear delight of Teal'c Drey'auc appears, along with Rya'c and his own mate Kar'yn, not to mention Master Brat'ac and Kor'tel.
Behind them comes Ferretti and Begay with their respective teams, along with a suitably awestruck Jonas Quinn and newly-promoted lieutenant Ed Perkins, whose startled reaction clearly indicates he has the ATA gene.
Mitchell follows with flirty and vivacious Vala on his arm, whom he met by accident on one of the market worlds and now seems to accompany him everywhere. Even Daniel has to admit they make a pretty handsome couple.
Bringing up the rear are Sergeants Siler and White with Corporal Benoit his dessert specialist ("Can't have a wedding without cake," insists Jack), all three pushing tall wheeled carts loaded with food trays.
The Daedalus arrives in the Lantean system later the same day, beaming down the usual Milky Way trade goods and extra provisions along with Caldwell, select senior crewmembers and Hermiod. Followed closely by the Rebecca Grahme with Thor and Baldur, whose mysterious human partner has elected to remain on board and monitor everything remotely. When Baldur mentions this Becky looks oddly wistful, for some reason.
Not to be outdone representatives from allies and trading partners in Pegasus start showing up a couple days later, their ranks including Halling, Taleweaver Deyna and Kallan, and Teyla's husband Kanaan for the Athosians and young Queen Harmony. Ladon Radim of the Genii even brings an offer of detente, though the whole time he and his delegation is closely watched by a suspicious Bates and his Lantean Guard, already on high alert with all the VIPs in the city.
Weir's unofficial right-hand man Peter Grodin and the administrative staff frantically search city records for suitable temporary housing, coming up with several residence buildings recently cleared and retrofitted with basic controls for those who don't possess the gene, though Carson offers the therapy to anyone interested. Daniel takes him up on it at Becky's urging, earning only a mid-to-low rating on Beckett's scale which is disappointing but good enough to manage the apartment controls when she's not around.
Including the refugees Atlantis these days resembles an intergalactic United Nations. Elizabeth and Becky are practically salivating at the prospect of arranging a meeting soon with interested parties to put forth their joint proposal for a Stargate Commonwealth.
The gang, as Jack eloquently puts it, is all here.
To be honest none of them would be if it weren't for Becky sitting on the control chair of Huy-Braesealis by accident. Or Daniel himself intuiting the seventh symbol unlocking the wormhole to Abdyos, as she never fails to remind him in turn.
McKay keeps making snide references to Vegas, earning a few head thwacks from Sheppard though even he jokingly calls it- with a penchant for ironic nicknames that Becky finds hilarious- Operation Holy Matrimony, Batman. Which irks Jack a little but only because he didn't think it first, and quickly forgotten once he gets to fly a Jumper with his mind and checks out all the cool weaponry at the city's disposal.
For the next week things are more chaotic than usual even by Atlantis standards. But in a good way.
Though Daniel often finds himself groaning with his head against the table, wishing for a nice, safe unscheduled offworld activation or Wraith attack.
He knew Jack was gonna pull an insane stunt like this. He just knew.
Two nights before the wedding Jack drags him to an impromptu bachelor party on the terrace outside the main cafeteria with the rest of the guys, including Evan, Xiaoli, Beckett and Hammond.
They swap mission stories and relax on surprisingly comfortable patio chairs crafted by a marine with a skill for woodworking from mainland timber, softened with Athosian-woven cushions and arranged around a custom firepit built by an offworld metalsmith. Snacks are provided in the form of spiced nuts and decent popcorn derived from a blue maize discovered by Parrish, to the delight of all on movie nights.
Ronon offers liquid refreshment in the form of a rare Satedan brandy he picked up during their last shopping trip to one of the market worlds. John later remarked he'd never seen the big guy more pleased than when he'd successfully negotiated for four bottles in exchange for one of his prized knives. Probably only had it once or twice in his life, not that he's revealed much about his past before the Wraith turned him into a runner.
"Daniel, you're a lucky man," Evan says, raising his glass in a toast. "Alex and I have been eagerly awaiting this day for years. We've known from the start you two were perfect for each other. It's great that you have not only a working partnership but a lasting romantic one as well. We wish you every happiness."
Carson plops down in a nearby seat, grinning widely and downing the contents of his glass before holding it out to Ronon for more. "Smooth as the finest scotch," he declares. "Meal do naidheachd, Daniel. Becky's a fine lass."
"Indeed. Felicitations on your impending union, Daniel Jackson. She is a suitable mate for you. I am certain you will produce offspring as learned and as courageous as yourselves." Eloquent as ever yet he's sure the Jaffa's had as much to drink as any of them. But then Teal'c can hold his alcohol better than any human, an unfair advantage in Daniel's opinion.
"You said it," Ronon grunts in agreement, pouring the last drops of the bottle into his glass.
Jack gets to his rather unsteady feet. "Here's to ya, Danny-boy. Never thought I'd see you settle down at last an' I'm damn proud of you for taking the chance. That being said, on behalf of myself an' my brother let me explain something. See, we've known Becky all her life an' you gotta know how special she is."
"Pay attention," Mac tells him earnestly, clearly not intoxicated like his brother but just as caught up in the moment. "This is important."
"I'm all ears," Daniel promises. "Get on with it, Jack."
"Okay, here goes. Our Becky's a girl with heart. An old soul. A rare jewel. She's sensitive to everything that's going on an' makes connections like no one else an' when she gets you to see them her way you'll never be the same."
"Tell me something I don't already know." Very dry.
"So," leaning dangerously close to repeatedly poke his index finger into Daniel's sternum, "if you ever- an' I mean ever- do one of those boneheaded stunts like touch something you shouldn't an' die on her, so help me I'll track you down to whatever Ascension or afterlife you wind up in an' kick your butt all the way to the next galaxy. Got it?"
"Understood, Jack," rubbing the bruised spot on his chest with a wry smile at his friend's antics. He's been drunk during team nights before, but not this drunk. That Satedan brandy packs quite a punch.
"What my brother's trying to say," Mac elaborates, "is that we hope you'll keep her best interests in mind no matter what. Just remember if you hurt yourself you hurt her too. That will only cause her pain, and she's suffered enough already. So stand up and take whatever punishment she gives you, but don't go running off in some misguided notion you're protecting her and hurt yourself in the process. In short, don't blow it."
Hammond raises his glass. "Hear, hear."
Daniel nods gravely, for all he's buzzed himself. He's heard something along the same lines before from Jack and Mac when he started seeing Becky, which made him seriously consider how impulsive he'd been, putting himself and the team at risk far more often than was strictly necessary in pursuit of solving the latest archaeological mystery. Having her in his life's brought out a protective instinct he didn't know he had, and he pays closer attention to his surroundings than ever before. Most of the time, anyway.
But these days the warning carries more relevance than ever. "I hear you guys. I love Becky far too much to hurt her that way. You all have my word I'll be a lot more careful from now on."
"Good man," Jack mumbles, patting him on the back.
Not to be outdone McKay staggers to his feet. "Can...can I say something now?"
"Yeah, sure, you betcha. Oops-" Jack misses his seat completely, settling for stretching out on the floor. "Whoa. McKay, can ya stop the planet from spinning for a sec so I can get off?"
"General, though I have a well-earned and well-deserved reputation for pulling off the impossible, that's not gonna happen in a million years. Or at least not when I'm this drunk." He hiccups. "As I was saying- Jackson, though I'm in an inexplicably happy and committed relationship with Colonel Tall-Dark-and-Messy-Hair over there I have to admit that while not a tall and totally hot blonde like Carter-"
"Who still wants t'shoot ya for callin' her dumb, by the way," Jack mumbles from the floor.
"-Grahme isn't too bad either. Mostly quiet, doesn't ask moronic questions, and a hard worker with minimal complaining, though why she prefers the 'soft sciences' instead of the real thing I have no idea. Still I kinda get what you see in her, so y'know, good on you."
"Ringing endorsement, Rodney," Sheppard mutters, slouching and hooking a leg over an armrest.
"Shush, Colonel Sprawly, this is hard for me. I'm not good with compliments and you know it. Now I'm gonna sit down for a while," collapsing back into his chair with a groan. "Oof. Okay, maybe for a week."
"Thanks, everyone. Really." Daniel blinks at the others spread out either in their respective chairs or on the floor like Jack, already sacked out and snoring. Contemplates making his way back to the apartment in his inebriated state.
He rises on unsteady legs, wondering if he can get there without stumbling. Wavering a bit then drops right back down in his seat.
On second thought he's perfectly fine right where he is. At least until the city stops swaying back and forth.
The next morning arrives with terrible hangovers and mumbled threats to either shoot Ronon- wisely sleeping it off in an unknown location- on sight or simply toss overboard the remaining bottles of Satedan brandy, also now conveniently stashed elsewhere.
It isn't until after a draught of Carson's secret restorative remedy (Pegasus version) and several cups of piping hot klah that Daniel's ready to face the world again, more or less. A good thing too because twenty-eight hours later the big day finally arrives.
And- miracle of miracles- everything's ready.
John's office is quieter and smaller than Elizabeth's, and certainly more private without the glass walls. Also pristine as he doesn't use it much, preferring to keep all the paperwork in his XO's office. ("Where it belongs," as he often comments with a smirk. Behind his back Evan refrains mightily from rolling his eyes at his superior officer.)
Becky runs her hands over the silken material of her blue gown as Alex settles the green robe to drape better over her shoulders. Traditional Tarrakan garb for a binding ceremony, tailored especially for them by a grateful Barranco and his nimble seamstresses, Karra and Corra. The colors symbolize luck, fidelity and hope for new beginnings in his culture, appropriate for the occasion.
Teyla comes in with a handful of white flowers, her light blue dress highlighting the swell of her belly. Still a surprise to see her pregnant but Kate's right, life doesn't stop being lived in Pegasus just because of all the dangers. "My apologies for being late. I had to get the children prepared for their role in the ceremony."
Becky frowns slightly. "What role?"
An enigmatic smile. "Merely an old Athosian tradition. Trust me, you will enjoy it."
Alex makes final adjustments and steps back, pursing her lips in thought. "The dress is lovely," she remarks to Teyla, "though something's missing...?"
"I believe this is what you have in mind," placing what turns out to be a crown of white flowers on Becky's head.
The archaeologist smiles in satisfaction. "Perfect. Too bad there's no mirror in here so you can see for yourself, Becky."
A silvery, blue-green presence shimmers in her mind. ~Domina, I can create one if you like.~
Please do, 'Lantis.
The bronze wall panel facing her ripples, embedded repair nanites changing the molecular components into a mirrored surface. Neither Alex nor Teyla pay it any mind, being used to such minor miracles by now.
Becky's eyes widen at her reflection. "Wow." She's never looked this gorgeous before, she's certain.
"Beautiful," Alex agrees.
Teyla grins. "Exactly so. Daniel will be most impressed, I think."
Becky sighs. "God, I hope so. I only wish my parents were here to see this."
"Perhaps they are, in spirit. My people believe our dear departed are among the Ancestors watching over us at such occasions."
"Becky?" Elizabeth's voice comes over the miniaturized communication unit in her ear, a recent innovation by Zelenka's tech department and a vast improvement over the clunky radio units. "Just wanted to let you know we're ready to begin now that everyone's here. Also, your uncles are heading in your direction."
"Thanks for the heads-up, Elizabeth. See you soon." She turns to her grinning assistants with a broad smile. "Alex, Teyla- thank you both so much for helping me. I couldn't have done this without you."
"You are most welcome," Teyla says as they embrace her gently. "Now it is time for us to join the others."
A polite knock on the door, which obediently slides open at Becky's thought. Jack peeks his head in. "Hey. Is it safe for us guys to come in yet?"
She shares an amused look with Alex and Teyla. "Yeah. Get in here, already."
"Yes, ma'am." They allow the ladies to pass through before entering. Jack's handsome in dress blues and Mac's borrowed one of his nicer suits. Thank goodness they're identical twins so the fit's right.
She whistles. "Looking sharp, guys."
Jack smirks at her in return. "Ditto. A regular princess. All I can say is Danny better appreciate you or I'll smack him."
Mac rolls his eyes. "Seriously Becky, you look pretty terrific yourself. We're so proud of you. No question your folks would be, too."
She can only nod, tears welling up in her eyes. Darn it, she promised herself she wasn't gonna cry today. "I miss them every day, you know."
"So do we," Jack says softly. They share a moment of silence for absent family.
Becky clears her throat. "Um, before we go out there I've got something to say. I'm forever grateful you guys were there for me when I didn't have anyone else. To this day I remain in awe of how you managed to look out for me and lead dangerously crazy lives at the same time. You're both completely nuts and ridiculously brave and I'm incredibly lucky you're still in my life. You're the best- and without question the coolest- uncles ever and I love you both so very much. Just so you know."
They beam at her and Jack opens his arms wide. "Right back atcha, kiddo. C'mere, a speech like that deserves a hug." They share a three-way embrace reminiscent of back in the briefing room under the Mountain.
"Our pleasure, sweetheart," Mac says finally, gently patting her on the back. "Really most of the credit should go to you. You've handled everything life has thrown at you with such grace and good nature. Seems like only yesterday you were in a little girl in pigtails and now you're getting married..." Sniffs a little, dabbing at his eyes.
"Something in the air, huh?" Jack smirks at him.
Mac shoots him a mild glare. "Stow it already. You'll be crying before the day's over, see if you don't."
Becky sighs. "C'mon guys, not now. I'm nervous enough as it is."
"Sorry. You okay?"
"Yeah, I...I just never thought this day would come, you know?" Blinking away those pesky tears again.
Jack shrugs. "Not really. We always knew it would."
"You did?"
"Sure. But if you need something to settle your stomach we could always skip right to the cake."
Becky can't help the wry smile, relaxing a bit. "Now there's a man who has his priorities straight."
Jack chuckles, eyes twinkling as they take their positions on either side. "You bet. Now c'mon, let's go get you married."
What an extraordinary turn of events over the past eleven years, Daniel muses.
From the first opening of the Stargate to a thriving settlement on another planet, and a potentially larger role on the galactic stage than ever before.
From individuals thrown together to fight for a common cause to a loving and fiercely loyal unconventional family, ready to take on the universe and bring about an era of peace.
From six separate and lonely people to three strong and loving couples.
From a Denver ballroom being ridiculed for his highly unorthodox theories on aliens and pyramids to the Gateroom of Atlantis, the Ancients' City of Water in the Pegasus Galaxy.
Most extraordinary of all he never expected to find love after Sha're, or even to marry again. Yet here he is, standing by Elizabeth in front of the high arch of the Gate, fingering his bracelet of stone beads and waiting for his bride to make her ceremonial appearance.
Afternoon sun slants through the stained glass windows, bathing what Sheppard calls "the Town Square of Atlantis" in pink and yellow light. Spectators occupy both levels and even spill down the stairs, leaving space in the middle for the bridal procession. A thorough mixture of people from two galaxies and four races, the low buzz of their excitement filling the room.
He adjusts the blue scarf draped around his neck, accessory to blue robes over a long tunic of green silk. They're a perfect fit, and certainly easier to come by than the standard black tuxedo and white gown these days. Barranco and his seamstresses were remarkably efficient with needle and thread.
Now that the day is finally here Daniel is- well, not nervous. Rather calm, considering. At peace yet fiercely happy at the same time.
His chapter with Sha're has been over for longer than they were together, counting the years spent searching for her. There's no denying he loved her dearly and honored her memory, hoping beyond hope they'd be together once more. But alas it was not meant to be.
He doesn't think she'd mind that he found someone else, however. She'd want him to be happy, not remain in mourning for the rest of his life.
With a faint smile he recalls what she used to say whenever she caught him brooding.
My sweet, silly Dan'yel, always with your head in the clouds. Why trouble yourself about the past? We cannot change what was. Live only in the present, for it is all we have.
Words to live by, these days.
Elizabeth nods to Zelenka, who launches into the traditional Wedding March by Mendelssohn on the piano. Spectators turn and gasp as Becky carefully descends the steps and paces the floor, her petite form flanked by the taller ones of two beaming uncles, fit to bursting with love and pride.
Radiant in blue gown and trailing green robe, the compliment to his outfit. Full lips parted in a warm smile, blue eyes shining with excitement. White flowers a crowning glory on her loose, shoulder-length auburn hair. The silver-and-gold hummingbird pendant rests openly on her chest, gleaming on its silver chain.
His beloved, his twinned soul.
His present. And his future.
Becky stands with Mac and Jack at the top of the stairs, waiting for her cue. At the far end her beloved waits with Elizabeth in front of the Gate, his green tunic and blue robe standing out in the crowd.
Even now it's hard to believe this is actually happening. She's about to marry her best friend, partner and soulmate, surrounded by loved ones and allies in the heart of an Ancient city. Like a dream come true.
If it is she hopes never to wake up.
~My congratulations, Domina,~ a pale gold, amber and russet presence whispers from within. ~You and your husband are well matched for one another. My sister and I wish you every happiness.~
Thank you, Huy-Braesealis.
The nightmares have been banished, thanks to the love and assistance of her unconventional family. A new chapter of her life is about to begin.
Now she knows this is truly what they've been heading towards, ever since meeting by accident in Seattle. This very moment.
On the piano Radek plays the familiar opening bars of the classic Wedding March. It's time.
"You look amazing, Beck," Mac murmurs on her left. "Right, Jack?"
"Sure, you betcha," winking at her. "Ready to lay it on the line?"
She takes a deep breath, gives a short, decisive nod. "Ready. Let's do this."
Mindful of her trailing garments, she takes careful steps down to the Gateroom floor with Mac and Jack on either side supporting her. Daniel's eyes widen as they draw near, his expression one of pure amazement as he takes in every single detail. He looks pretty dashing himself, the colors suiting him so well.
Jack and Mac both kiss her on the cheek, taking their places behind Daniel as Sam and Janet support Becky in turn on her side.
Elizabeth beams at participants and spectators alike then begins to read the vows composed by Becky with input from her and Teyla, especially for the occasion. "Welcome to all on this glorious day. We are gathered to witness the union of these two individuals as they bind their lives together for all time. If anyone has a reason this should not take place, speak now or forever hold your peace."
No one says a word.
"Very well, let's begin. Please clasp your hands together."
A faint frisson as they touch. He smiles, caressing her palms with his thumbs. "Hummingbird," he whispers.
She returns both smile and touch, gazing up at him with so much love. "Raven."
"Daniel Alexander Jackson, in the presence of this gathering will you accept Rebecca Ellen Grahme as your partner, your life's companion? Will you pledge to share your love openly, to have and hold, to cherish and comfort, to honor and support in sickness or health, and to share equally in life's sorrows and joys so long as you both shall live?"
"I will." Such quiet certainty in his voice.
"Rebecca Ellen Grahme, in the presence of this gathering will you accept Daniel Alexander Jackson as your partner, your life's companion? Will you pledge to share your love openly, to have and hold, to cherish and comfort, to honor and support in sickness or health, and to share equally in life's sorrows and joys so long as you both shall live?"
She swallows. "I will."
"And will you both promise to be gentle and thankful and generous in spirit with one another, to face each day confidently and with compassion, to live with purpose and grace?"
"We will," they say in unison.
"If there's anything else you'd like to say to one another, please do so now."
The passion in Daniel's gaze matches that of his words. "Becky, you came into my life by accident- not just once but twice, and I'm so glad you did. I used to feel I didn't belong anywhere, but with you by my side I've finally found a home. We balance each other so well- I seek understanding in the past and you have the vision to imagine the future, and in the present we've created something I can only describe as perfection. There's nothing we can't accomplish when we're together."
"Nice one, Spacemonkey," Jack whispers behind him. Mac rolls his eyes, none-too-gently elbowing him silent.
Everyone's eyes are on Becky, now. "Daniel, I never expected to meet or fall in love by accident with someone as brilliant and extraordinary as you either, yet here we are. You are everything I've ever hoped for in a partner, a friend, and a lover. There are millions of words in the languages we both know yet none of them can describe the depths of our feelings for one another. So every day we create a new one together, which doesn't need to be spoken aloud or written down to be understood. It's a language of kindness, trust and mutual respect. And most of all, a language of love."
A faint sigh echoes through the crowd. John and Teyla beam at her like proud family while Deyna and Kallan nod in satisfaction. Teal'c grasps the hand of Drey'auc, as overcome with emotion as anyone's ever seen him before. Alex and Evan share a fond smile for their own wedding while Nora watches atop her father's shoulders in wide-eyed wonder. Carson and Radek each sniff audibly into handkerchiefs. Penarra and Harmony- already fast friends- whisper to each other and giggle. Even the eyes of Ronon and Rodney are suspiciously moist, though the latter brushes it off as being allergic to the flowers if anyone asks.
Out of the corner of her eye Ascended Daniel's grinning as he leans against a wall, arms crossed over his chest. He gives a little wave and winks at her before disappearing in a flash of white light.
Cassie steps forward at a nod from Elizabeth, proudly bearing a pair of her own braided leather bracelets- dyed blue to match their eyes- on a cushion.
"Let these signify the bond you share," Elizabeth continues as they fasten them on each other's wrists- his right, her left. "From now on you stand as one against the universe, partners and life companions, until your lives are given over once again to stardust and your spirits discover what lies beyond. Congratulations."
They meet each other halfway for a tender, melting kiss.
Cheers and applause fill the room. Children holding baskets on the upper gallery toss white petals into the air, most likely the old Athosian tradition Teyla mentioned earlier.
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
As the ceremony's complete the crowd flows out of the Gateroom, through transporters and into a high-ceilinged hall where a fantastic spread of food from two galaxies awaits, jointly prepared by Atlantis and New Earth cooking staff. Huge wooden casks of beer and mead from both New Earth and Pegasus are tapped, along with bottles of Ruus wine, Tarrakan cider and fizzy berry juice for the children.
A group of talented amateur musicians sit on a raised platform and begin playing. Mac doesn't know who had the foresight to insist the salvage teams gather instruments and sheet music from places around Denver and Colorado Springs but he's glad all the same. Music and stories, concerts and dances have become the cultural lifeblood of both Gateway and Atlantis.
People mingle freely, drinking and eating, laughing and dancing. The occasion's ripe for diplomacy and deal making as well as celebrating love and companionship. Even Radim seems to loosen up a bit.
Off to one side Jack sits with Sam, watching over everything with a tankard of beer and a smug, self-satisfied expression. Mac has to admit his brother comes up with good ideas every now and then. Though not to his face, of course.
As Jack promised there's lots of cake, which pleases himself, McKay and little Penarra to no end.
"Daniel and I would like to thank all of you for coming," Becky says, raising her glass to the assembled guests. "We've always hoped this day would be special, and your celebrating with us has made it even more so. It is fitting to speak of new beginnings today in the presence of everyone gathered, the representatives of two galaxies and four races. Much has happened in the eight years since we lost our original homeworld, and there is much to do before we can all truly enjoy a lasting peace. But today history will record that this is where it starts, and it gives the two of us hope for the future. By working together there's nothing we can't accomplish. So a toast to everyone here, and to new beginnings!"
"New beginnings!" echoes through the hall. The couple kisses and everyone applauds.
Jack dabs at his eyes with a handkerchief.
Mac bumps his shoulder and smirks. "Told ya you'd cry today."
"Knock it off," he mutters. "Damn, but they've come a long way, haven't they?"
They fondly watch the newlyweds make their way through the crowd, greeting and mixing with their guests, accepting the well-wishes, handshakes, hugs and forehead touches with warm smiles and gracious words of thanks. Mac has to admit they make a good team, accomplished diplomats as well as respected academics.
They'll change the universe yet, and for the better. No doubt about it.
At one point they're called to the dance floor where they glide to a slow and stately waltz composed and performed by Mac on guitar, his wedding gift to them. Jack had made the offhanded suggestion after receiving the news of their engagement by databurst, and though he hasn't tried his hand at composing anything in a long time he'd decided to give it a go.
As he plays his heart warms to see them dancing, eyes only for each other. Becky's really come into her own over the past few years but today she's especially radiant, beaming up at her husband who gazes down at her like he's just made a particularly amazing discovery. Her glasses slip down her nose and he gently pushes them back up.
Mac smiles at their interaction, reminded of watching them dance on New Year's Eve under the Mountain. Daniel's shorter than him and Jack by a couple inches, with a perpetual slouch that almost hides his strength. Becky barely comes to his shoulder, her deceptively delicate frame concealing her own inner capability. His expressive eyes give away every emotion while hers have a more guarded quality to them now, lingering remnant of her ordeal. Yet both light up when faced with a new research project, a new artifact to study, a new language to learn, a new culture to observe.
For a while now he's been observing how their natures mesh and enhance one another. Thoughtful, kind, curious and observant, their minds work in similar convoluted fashion, seeing patterns, possibilities and connections hidden to others. Quiet and introverted yet passionate defenders of life and the rights of all beings, willing to put themselves in harm's way to protect others. Her caution balances his impulsiveness, and while both have a tendency to brood his confidence and encouragement never fails to bring Becky out of her own bouts of cynicism and self-doubt.
Since he first held Becky as a baby Mac's only ever wanted the best possible outcome for her. Looks like she's finally found it with Daniel. He fervently hopes they have a long and happy life together.
Jack's right, they've come a long way since before Zero Hour. All of them have, actually.
Certainly he never expected to be married himself to a vibrant, passionate, beautiful woman like Janet, and instant dad to a teenager from another planet currently learning to be a midwife. Or see his brother and niece with fulfilling relationships of their own.
The universe is more rich and strange and satisfying than anything he's ever before imagined. Thank goodness.
Daniel still can't believe he found love for the third time in his life. This time he's certain it'll last forever.
Becky's matched to him so perfectly in mind and passion, interconnected in a way that compliments and strengthens. Which is not to say he only sees her as an adjunct to himself; she holds her own with spirited intelligence in any situation, even among such a diverse group of individuals as those present.
Back in Seattle it was her quick, curious mind, kindly spirit and good heart that sparked his interest, their friendship only nurtured further through email correspondence. The unexpected reunion under the Mountain only strengthened and deepened their connection.
He's grateful beyond words he was given this chance to be with her again. He feels like a new man, constantly renewed by her love and faith in him, finding a deep and utter satisfaction in her presence.
Too many times he's lost everything dear to him so for a long time he resigned himself to a life of solitude, foolishly believing it was the best way to keep himself and others from getting hurt. It almost chokes him sometimes to realize he could never have had this if he'd been unwilling- afraid, even- to take the chance and let someone in.
Stop brooding, he tells himself sternly. Sarah and Sha're are bittersweet memories, and while he respects the past he cherishes the present even more. It's enough for now to just accept it, realize every precious moment as it unfolds.
Tonight Sheppard swears they will be left undisturbed, even if there's a Wraith invasion on the very doorstep of Atlantis. As a wedding gift his team let themselves into the apartment a few hours ago to prepare for the night ahead, under Teyla's direction creating just the right romantic atmosphere to set the mood.
"You're thinking about something, I can tell," Becky notes with amusement. "Care to share, my handsome husband?"
"Mmm, just the usual. Being alone with you tonight. Making love to you." He tenderly tucks a stray hair behind her ear, trailing his fingers along the side of her neck. "And you, my beautiful wife?"
A delightful blush travels up her face. "Oh, um. The same, I guess."
"Glad to hear it." Adding a small playful dip that makes her laugh, the soft tinkling sound music to his ears. "Love you," he murmurs as she rests her head against his chest and he holds her tight.
"Love you too."
From now on they have each other. Perhaps even children of their own, someday. Why not?
Speculation for another time, anyway. For the next two days Daniel intends to impress and honor his bride, to charm and delight, surprise and astonish. To partake with her equally in the feast of their passion, and bask in the sweet afterglow of their love.
The thought excites him like nothing else. No keeping his feet on the ground tonight.
Amazing how sharing life-or-death situations can bond people together, Becky muses later as she settles comfortably into the midst of the cozy group around the firepit, feeling more than usually safe and content with life. Easy banter, quiet laughter and reminisces over past escapades surround her in Lantea's soft summer night. The gang's among the last to linger in the commons save for the clean-up crew.
Daniel disappeared a while back after a long and amicable conversation with Sam and Teal'c, having mutually agreed their collective tenure as teammates was officially over. Jack pretends to be put out by the news but clearly he's been expecting it ever since the rescue mission.
"Just peachy," he good-naturedly grumbles. "Now I have to break in a whole new flagship team. And where am I gonna find someone to fill your shoes, huh?"
"Cam Mitchell's still unassigned, sir," Sam remarks. "And Vala's pretty knowledgeable about the galaxy. They work well together. You just have to find two more to fill out the team."
Becky snaps her fingers. "Hey, what about Jonas? I know he'd jump at the chance for a posting to a Gate team, and Holt from SG-9 would be a pretty good fit too. Cam knows them both. I'm sure Begay wouldn't mind Perkins as a replacement, since he's interested in diplomacy and fair play."
Jack smirks. "Playing team musical chairs for me, huh?" He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Actually, that's an interesting notion. I'll have to think on it."
Teal'c frowns a little at her, though not unkindly. "Becky Grahme-Jackson, it is not necessary for you to remain here while your mate has already departed for your quarters. You should be celebrating your union with him."
"You're absolutely right, T. Beck, get outta here already. It's your wedding night, for crying out loud. No need to be spending time with us stick-in-the-muds."
"But-"
"Ah!" Jack's raised finger stops her protests. "Appreciate your input but it's time for you to get a move on." He makes a shooing motion in her direction. "And by the way, we fully expect you two to stay where you are for the next couple days. Even have meals sent up to you."
"All part of the service here in Hotel Atlantis," John quips, eyes twinkling. "Hey General, wanna bet they won't even leave the bed? She did rave to me once about how comfy it is."
A flush warms Becky's cheeks. "Oh god. Seriously, guys?"
Jack smirks at her. "Ya know, I was wondering about bringing one of those back home myself. Well, either that or hand the reins over to Carter and retire here. Looks like a good place for fishing."
Rodney does a spit-take after taking a swig of Ronon's Satedan brandy. "He's joking, isn't he? For god's sake someone tell me he's joking!"
John rubs his chin, thoughtfully. "I dunno, Rodney. Sounds to me like he's serious." His partner goggles at him and he grins back, unrepentant.
Becky can't hold it in anymore and bursts out laughing. "Oh god, the look on your face! It's priceless. I better leave before I get caught in the crossfire, though."
"Hey-" Jack stops her with a gentle hand on her arm. "You and Danny had a good time today, right? You know we wish you kids only the best."
"Sure I do, Uncle Jack. And we had a wonderful time." On impulse she kisses him on the cheek. "Thanks for everything. You've made this day as memorable as I could've wished. I really appreciate it."
He beams up at her. "My pleasure, sweetheart. Now go have fun with your husband, that's an order."
The corridors are blessedly quiet as Becky walks to the apartment by herself, accepting congratulations along the way from citizens returning to their residences and the odd marine on patrol. No doubt the day's festivities are gonna be the talk of the city for weeks on end.
The door automatically opens at her presence and she steps inside, jaw dropping and eyes widening at the transformed space.
Furniture is pushed back to the walls, soft rugs and plush cushions arranged in inviting piles on the floor. A low table is set with platters of food and a bottle of Ruus wine in an Ancient temperature-controlled receptacle with two goblets. Athosian candles bathe the room in warm light, their faint, spicy fragrance wafting through the air and adding to the sensual atmosphere.
The door to the bedroom slides back. Her husband- her husband!- casually leans against it, wearing only a very long, loose white flowing shirt with legs and feet bare. An indigo scarf covering his hair reminds her of those sexy bandannas he sometimes wears in the field, bringing out the compelling blue of his eyes. A boyish yet knowing grin graces the sensual lips. "Hi there."
"Um, hi. Sorry for being late. Got to talking with the gang and time just kinda flew by."
He only smirks in reply and draws one leg up against the doorway, the fabric lifting just enough to shamelessly show off the fact he really is wearing nothing underneath the shirt. Quirks a eyebrow at her playfully, as if saying See something you like?
She swallows. "Um, Daniel...?"
"Hmm?" His low purr makes her shiver.
Becky wants to go to him but can't, nearly overwhelmed by his sheer charisma and sensuality, entirely focused on her. She takes a deep breath, wishing hopelessly for self-control even as she melts at the heat in his gaze.
With a chuckle he strolls over and around her in a slow circle, exuding grace and charm in every step. Stops right in front of her, reaching out a long-fingered hand to languidly stroke her cheek. His intense gaze peruses her body with open appreciation before going down on one knee, taking her hand and kissing it reverently. "My lady, allow me to introduce myself as the Scholar Prince, your faithful and most obedient consort," his voice dropping to a husky register. "How may I serve your pleasure tonight?"
"Seriously?" Her voice squeaks a bit. How mortifying.
"Oh, yes," he breathes against her skin with a light nibble on the knuckles for good measure. She whimpers and he smirks slightly, well aware of what his deliberate teasing is doing to her.
She doesn't know why she isn't just kissing him senseless in retaliation. Or even tearing that shirt off, dragging him over to the nearest pile of cushions and having her way with him. What a time for her shyness and uncertainty to resurface.
Be brave, she reminds herself.
She cups his cheek with her free hand and his eyes close as he leans into it, rubbing against her fingers like a contented cat. The laces on the shirt open just enough and her mouth waters at the sight of very kissable skin, lightly tanned and glistening in the candlelight with a fine sheen of sweat, practically begging to put her lips and tongue there and drink him in.
"I...I want..." she begins, then swallows.
"What do you want, my lady? Tell me." He presses a kiss into her palm and she closes her eyes at the incredible sensation the light touch creates within her.
She ducks her head, unsure whether her flush is from embarrassment or arousal. Maybe both. "I can't. You'll laugh."
He gently tilts it back up again. "No, I won't. Your every wish is my command. Please, uxor mea. Tonight is for you. Tell me, please."
"For us, vir meus," she corrects him, moved by the tenderness and sincerity in his voice. Through their connection she senses his desire for her, and an awareness of her most intimate fantasies, and his determination to make every one of them come true. The knowledge makes her giddy.
She sways a bit. "Whoa..."
"Easy now, I've got you." He steadies her, long fingers spanning either side of her waist. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I just can't believe we're finally married. I'm half afraid to wake up and discover it's all been a dream."
"It's real, I promise. No more nightmares."
With his assurance the very last remnants of darkness disappear from her mind. She shivers as a flame spreads quickly through every part of her body instead, right to her very center.
She leans in to cradle his face in her hands and kisses him, soft and sweet and full of longing.
He responds in kind, strong and warm and deep, threading his fingers through her hair.
They pull away from each other with a gasp, foreheads just touching. "Anything I want, huh?"
"Uh-huh."
"Then take me to bed, my Scholar Prince. Undress me. Make love to me. Only-" She bites her lip.
"Only-?" Calloused fingertips skim along the junction of her neck and shoulder, their roughness soothed by soft sweeps of his tongue. He chuckles at her gasp as the contrast sends her skin to tingling, knowing all too well how to use her sensitivity to touch to his advantage.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath. "Um, could you wear just the headscarf? It's a real turn-on for me."
He flashes her a wicked grin. "Is that so? As my Brave Princess desires, then-" standing and scooping her up into his arms with ease, carrying her into the bedroom.
He takes his time undressing her, examining every inch with lips and fingertips until she's quivering with anticipation. In comparison his involves just a quick unlacing at the neck, the shirt lifting off and away from him. Leaving him in only the headscarf and glasses, though both pairs are soon resting in a secure location.
"You're beautiful," she breathes, her hands smoothing over his chest and broad shoulders and down his arms, lips exploring the delectable skin along the way.
He giggles as they lightly tickle along his sides and captures them, dropping light kisses into both palms. "So are you," drawing her down to their sumptuous bed, the blankets invitingly pulled back and pillows plumped and ready.
Bodies come fully alive at the dance of passion, ancient yet ever renewed by the constant contact of hands and mouths, the words of love murmured or moaned or gasped in multiple languages, the pleasure that courses along every nerve and fiber, every synapse.
"My hummingbird. My love, my life. My everything."
"My raven. My heart, my soul. My world. There's no one but you."
No one but you. Echoed by every particle of their bodies and minds, enhanced by their connection.
They strive together in complete harmony, reveling in their shared passion as it reaches a crescendo.
Souls entwine, their union blessed by the Ancestors, two becoming one in the most elemental fashion-
-in the process linking to brother and sister AIs and through them to every mind in Atlantis, gene-enabled or not-
-sending their collective exaltation forth in an incandescent blaze, so powerful that even certain Ascended take notice-
-before coming back to find themselves complete in each other's arms, utterly sated and content.
Sharing a soft lingering kiss they curl together, settling into sweet slumber. Infinitely treasured and sheltered within their own little world.
Perfection.
Elsewhere, on an Ascended plane:
"I think this proves my point very well, that little changes can have as much of a impact over time as big events, and just as lasting."
"Perhaps. Our conversation is far from over, however. Let us see what the future holds for everyone involved."
"Indeed, as my Jaffa friend is fond of saying. I'm looking forward to it."
After a week of general celebration Elizabeth performs a ceremony that's much smaller and far more intimate. Surprising considering the high rank of those involved yet neither bride nor groom would have it any other way.
"Gives everyone time to catch their breath after the wedding of the decade," the distinguished groom quips. "Plus we older folks don't need as much of a fuss as you kids."
His lovely bride socks him on the arm. "Old? Speak for yourself."
He pretends to be affronted. "Ow! Was hitting me really necessary, Carter?"
"Absolutely, sir," she smirks in return.
Jacob shakes his head. Teal'c lifts an eloquent eyebrow. Mac shares an amused glance with Janet.
The week-old newlyweds just snicker.
Finally the last of the guests disappears through the Gate and Atlantis breathes a collective sigh of relief. Time to get back to normal, or at least what passes for it in the Pegasus Galaxy.
Becky and Daniel stand on the balcony of their apartment, the sky above them shading from orange to mauve with the onset of dusk. City lights come on, their reflection in the water mirroring the stars slowly appearing overhead. On the South Pier the Daedalus makes final preparations for departure.
The rest of the New Earth contingent departed yesterday by Gate. Before leaving Jack had granted them six weeks' leave for a "working honeymoon," with a stern reminder- and twinkle of mischief in his eyes- to make time for play as well as work.
Plenty of opportunities for both in Atlantis.
The Daedalus rises from its landing pad, soaring upwards through the atmosphere until it dwindles from sight. A quick flash of blue light marks its entrance into hyperspace.
"So what's the schedule for tomorrow?" he asks her.
"A long, leisurely breakfast in bed, I think. Then a visit to the cella natatoria et thermae dimósia." A public complex of thermal baths and pools, one of the more surprising city finds of late. "After that lunch with the Lornes and Xiaoli, a quick check-in with McKay about resuming the Janus project next week then back to the apartment for an afternoon of Naughty Archaeologist and the Temple of Delight. Oh, and Elizabeth invited us over for dinner with her and Radek. Apparently they're an item these days, ever since dancing together at the reception."
"Sounds like a plan to me. I like playing the Naughty Archaeologist." Daniel's smile is positively wicked.
"That's why I suggested it," with a cheeky wink. The evening wind picks up and she shivers. "Brrr, it's cold. Let's go inside."
"Mmm, I don't think so," he croons, unzipping his jacket to playfully tuck her within. "I'd rather stay here and snuggle for a bit, if you don't mind."
She giggles. "As my Scholar Prince commands."
They hold each other tight under a blanket of stars, taking a quiet delight in each other's presence. Marveling all over again at how lucky they've been to find one another against the odds, to find their future together.
There's a remarkable life ahead of them, filled with mistakes and disagreements yet balanced by happiness, wonder and joy. Amazing adventures, both offworld and domestic. More discoveries, out there in the larger universe and within each other.
And love- always the love.
She is his, and he is hers. There's nothing they can't overcome.
It's more than enough for now.
Notes:
You are part of this wedding too, dear readers. I hope it was worth the wait. Feel free to use the wedding vows for your own ceremonies if you wish. You don't even have to say you got them from fanfic! ;)
In canon Daniel doesn't apparently have a middle name, but Alexander seems to suit him in my 'verse.
For reference the wedding outfits are based in part on Daniel's lovely blue native clothes in S7 E01, "Fallen."
As always see A Linguist's Guide to New Earth on AO3 for translations and certain concepts.
Just a few more chapters to go, I think. Feedback is welcome at any time!
