"Bride or groom?" The usher asked as Sam walked into the church.
"Uh, bride." Sam replied.
"This way." She followed him and he showed her to a seat.
"Thank you." Sam said as she took her seat.
"Hello young lady I'm Horace Thompson. I'm Sarah's great uncle." The octogenarian sat next to her said.
"Samantha Carter, it's nice to meet you."
"How long have you known Sara?" He asked.
"About two weeks." Sam admitted, Horace looked at her. "I work with Colonel O'Neill."
"Oh Jack. How is he? I haven't seen him since the divorce actually since before Charlie's accident."
"He's fine sir. He caught the chicken pox a few weeks ago and I had to stay with him, that's when I met Sara and she invited me to the wedding."
"Is Jack still blaming himself over Charlie?" Horace inquired.
"The Colonel really doesn't talk about Charlie. He's my commanding officer."
"You're in the Air Force?" He questioned.
"I'm a Major." Sam replied.
"What branch of the Air Force?" He asked.
"I work the deep space radars; I have a doctorate in astrophysics."
"That must be exciting." He said.
"It has its moments." She replied as the bridal march began to play. Sam rose as she watched a few bridesmaids walk down the aisle, followed by Sara and Jack.
~
"Hey." Jack said as he finally caught up with Sam as they exited the church.
"Hey yourself." Sam smiled at him. "It was a beautiful ceremony."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?" Sam questioned.
"We've seen some more interesting ones and anyone who wants to throw a six day wedding."
"Right now might be a good time to focus on Sara's wedding." Sam suggested.
"I'll take that under advisement."
"Last time you said that you almost blew up my lab."
"Well you shouldn't leave doohickeys on the desk that can blow up your lab." He countered.
"I was working on it when I got called to the control room to stop SG-3 from getting stranded." She countered his argument.
"Let's just can this for now, you know we'll never reach a compromise."
"Okay."
"So did you sit next to anyone interesting?" He asked changing the subject.
"Great uncle Horace, who by the way still likes you."
"Sam, the man must be at least ninety, he likes everyone."
"I thought you would have had more respect for senior citizens after your experience a few years ago."
"I was really that old I just looked it." Jack justified.
"Whatever you say. Now I'm going to congratulate Sara and you're going to be nice to her relatives because I only know one excuse for you being mad and I'm saving it for when we really need it."
"When would that be?" He asked.
"When Daniel's not around and I have to convince someone that they really don't need to shoot you. Be nice, something of Daniel has to have rubbed off on you."
"I doubt anything useful." He replied.
"Oh I'm sure it was more useful than you think, I mean Thor likes you."
"Thor likes most people, even you." He teased.
"That's because I have great dumb idea. I'll see you later." She smiled and strolled off to congratulate Sara and Greg.
TBC
"Uh, bride." Sam replied.
"This way." She followed him and he showed her to a seat.
"Thank you." Sam said as she took her seat.
"Hello young lady I'm Horace Thompson. I'm Sarah's great uncle." The octogenarian sat next to her said.
"Samantha Carter, it's nice to meet you."
"How long have you known Sara?" He asked.
"About two weeks." Sam admitted, Horace looked at her. "I work with Colonel O'Neill."
"Oh Jack. How is he? I haven't seen him since the divorce actually since before Charlie's accident."
"He's fine sir. He caught the chicken pox a few weeks ago and I had to stay with him, that's when I met Sara and she invited me to the wedding."
"Is Jack still blaming himself over Charlie?" Horace inquired.
"The Colonel really doesn't talk about Charlie. He's my commanding officer."
"You're in the Air Force?" He questioned.
"I'm a Major." Sam replied.
"What branch of the Air Force?" He asked.
"I work the deep space radars; I have a doctorate in astrophysics."
"That must be exciting." He said.
"It has its moments." She replied as the bridal march began to play. Sam rose as she watched a few bridesmaids walk down the aisle, followed by Sara and Jack.
~
"Hey." Jack said as he finally caught up with Sam as they exited the church.
"Hey yourself." Sam smiled at him. "It was a beautiful ceremony."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?" Sam questioned.
"We've seen some more interesting ones and anyone who wants to throw a six day wedding."
"Right now might be a good time to focus on Sara's wedding." Sam suggested.
"I'll take that under advisement."
"Last time you said that you almost blew up my lab."
"Well you shouldn't leave doohickeys on the desk that can blow up your lab." He countered.
"I was working on it when I got called to the control room to stop SG-3 from getting stranded." She countered his argument.
"Let's just can this for now, you know we'll never reach a compromise."
"Okay."
"So did you sit next to anyone interesting?" He asked changing the subject.
"Great uncle Horace, who by the way still likes you."
"Sam, the man must be at least ninety, he likes everyone."
"I thought you would have had more respect for senior citizens after your experience a few years ago."
"I was really that old I just looked it." Jack justified.
"Whatever you say. Now I'm going to congratulate Sara and you're going to be nice to her relatives because I only know one excuse for you being mad and I'm saving it for when we really need it."
"When would that be?" He asked.
"When Daniel's not around and I have to convince someone that they really don't need to shoot you. Be nice, something of Daniel has to have rubbed off on you."
"I doubt anything useful." He replied.
"Oh I'm sure it was more useful than you think, I mean Thor likes you."
"Thor likes most people, even you." He teased.
"That's because I have great dumb idea. I'll see you later." She smiled and strolled off to congratulate Sara and Greg.
TBC