Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Author's Note: This is the long awaited wedding story. I know there's a lot of them already out, but there's really no way I could have this entire series going like it is and skip over the wedding, so if there are parts that sound familiar because someone else has already written something like it, then you need to know it's purely by chance, since I never take other people's ideas for my own. I don't need to! That said, I'm not sure how long this will be, so we'll take the journey together, hmm? Thanks in advance for your reviews, and don't forget to pop out your suggestions, which might or might not be used.

Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1, or those folks, but I do own pretty much everyone else that will make an appearance

Here we go!

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"Jack?"

Samantha Carter's soft voice was a mixture of concern and amusement, and even asleep Jack O'Neill knew that voice. Knew it better than any he'd heard, with the exception of another voice he'd only heard once before but would recognize anywhere. That voice was a masculine one, though, and deep. Far deeper than Sam's.

"Hmmm?"

"Wake up for a minute, can you?"

"I'm dying, Sam... just let me go... I love you..."

Sam smiled, and ran her hand gently along his bare shoulder. He wasn't dying, but he probably wished he was. She hadn't seen him so badly hung over in a long time.

"You weren't drinking when the boys were at the party, were you?"

"What boys?"

"Um... Shawn – that would be your son, by the way – and Andrew, Devon, Simon-"

"Sam..."

"Hmmm?"

"My head hurts..."

"I didn't tell you to get drunk last night, Jack," she said, although she did lower her voice just a little.

"I wasn't planning on it..."

"But...?"

Jack shrugged. He couldn't really remember all that much about the night before. Only that there had been Marines there, and that they'd brought their own booze, which they'd been happy to share.

"The boys went home... after the party."

"But before the drinking began?" Sam was certain they had, since she'd never be able to believe Jack would have gotten so ripped in front of the boys that looked up to him and had for so long. Especially Shawn.

"I... think so..."

Sam smiled, "Do you want some coffee before I go?"

"Where are you going?"

"To Janet's."

"Already?"

"It's the custom Jack."

"It's a stupid custom." He was awake enough, now, to lift his head and look at her with bleary, red eyes, and he even managed a scowl. "You live here. How dumb is it that you're spending the day before our wedding away from the house just so I can't see you?"

"I don't make the customs," Sam said, leaning over and kissing him, softly. "But Janet says I have to obey them – and so do you."

"Customs suck."

"You liked the custom of having a bachelor's party, didn't you?"

"I didn't want one," Jack said, dropping his head back to the pillow. It was too much effort to keep it up. "Daniel and Teal'c made me."

Sam had to admit that was true. Jack had wanted to have a simple get together, with the girls and boys, but he'd been shouted down by pretty much everyone. Customs. It was all about customs and traditions.

"Well, Janet says I have to obey this one, so you'll have to do without me for the day, okay?"

"I don't want to, Sam."

Jack reached out and pulled her into his arms before she'd realized what he was doing, and held her close against his warm body. She smiled and went willingly, but made sure to keep the blankets between them, or she knew she'd never get out of the bedroom anytime soon.

"It's for one day."

"I'm used to having you here. How am I going to sleep tonight?"

"Cuddle up with Jaffer."

The black lab looked up at the sound of his name, and wagged his tail, idly. He'd cuddle with Jack, sure!

Jack sighed, and buried his head against Sam's shoulder. He might have been a bit more mature about her leaving him if he wasn't feeling quite so miserable already. He just knew when she left he was going to feel worse. Sam ran her fingers through his hair, and pressed a gentle kiss against his ear, understanding that he didn't feel good, and slightly amused and touched by how much he was clinging to her that morning.

"I love you, Jack." She whispered in his ear.

"I love you, too, Sam."

"Why don't you spend the day with Jaffer? Make sure he's not feeling left out what with how busy we've been the last week?"

Jack nodded. Maybe he'd take Jaffer to the park. After he slept for about another ten hours.

"Are you sure you have to go?"

"Yes. Janet will come hunt me down if I'm not at her house in twenty minutes. Besides, I have a final fitting for my dress."

"Can I come?"

"Do you want her to go ballistic?"

"No."

"Then spend the day with Jaffer. And shine the buttons on your uniform."

Jack nodded, and Sam let him go and slid out of his arms with a final kiss.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded, his eyes on hers, as though memorizing her face for the lonely day to come. "Don't leave me standing at the alter, Sam."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Tell Cassandra hi."

"Not Janet?"

Jack scowled.

"If she lets you come home, you can tell her hi. Otherwise tell her to take her traditions and shove th-"

"Jack... I'll tell her you said hi."

"Fine."

He reached out and took her hand before she could get completely off the bed.

"Samantha O'Neill..."

He was completely sober, now, and she knew it. Sam smiled, and squeezed his hand.

"I'll see you in the morning. If you need anything, call."

"Janet said I can't talk to you."

"Well... what she doesn't know won't kill her..."

She kissed him again, and then planted a gentle kiss on the top of Jaffer's head, dodged the wickedly fast tongue, and headed for the door. A moment later, he heard her leaving.

"Stupid traditions..." One had him alone for the rest of the day, and the other had his head pounding so hard he was sure it was going to fall off and roll across the floor. Jack groaned and put his face in the pillow.

They should have eloped.