5:30 AM
Jaffer had planned on allowing Jack to sleep in just a little. Normally the black lab would have wanted out about 5:30 or so, but when he woke up, he didn't need to go so badly, and looking over at Jack, who was cuddling up to him, Jaffer's doggie genius mind decided that a little extra sleep wouldn't be such a bad idea. Then the choice was taken from him. A slightly painful vibration deep in his head caused Jaffer to growl softly, and a moment later there was a flash of light, and he and Jack were no longer in Jack's bedroom.
The change of scenery woke Jack instantly. One minute he'd been asleep in his bed, warmly snuggled up against Jaffer, the next moment he'd heard a slight growl – something that would have woken him from the dead when it came from Jaffer – and then he was lying on the floor of the bridge of Thor's battle cruiser. Or whatever it was Shawn had told him it was called. He sat up, and looked around. Jaffer was still with him – Thor had learned that much at least, but he could have given Jack some warning. At least enough to put some clothes on.
The little alien was nowhere to be seen. Jaffer scrambled to his feet. Jack stayed where he was, trying to wake up, and trying to control his irritation. He wasn't going to blow a gasket on his wedding day.
"Thor!"
Then the Asgard walked through the door of the bridge, and Jack couldn't help the grin that split his face. Thor was dressed in a well-fitting suit of Navy blue. He was wearing slacks, a white button down shirt, and a jacket – all of which looked amazingly normal on him.
"Greetings, O'Neill."
"Thor." Jack couldn't help the double-take and then the triple-take he took. "You... you look great."
He did, too. From the neck down, Thor could have been any very small human – or human child – wearing a Sunday outfit. Of course, the big head, and the dark, fathomless eyes definitely gave you a clue that he wasn't, but it was an amazing transformation.
"Thank you, O'Neill. Andrew and Shawn have helped us immensely in our preparations for your wedding."
"I'm just glad you can come."
That had been something Jack had insisted upon. By his way of thinking, if the Jaffa and Tok'ra were coming to his wedding, then Thor was coming as well. Hell, Jack didn't even like most of the Tok'ra, or the Jaffa – although there were a few exceptions. He did like Thor, and most of the Asgard. If they wanted to come, the humans would damn well figure out a way to allow them to attend.
The church itself had provided the solution. It was a large church, and there was a special room up in the balcony for people who had babies that might fuss. The parent could take their baby to this small room, which was completely closed off on all sides except for the front wall, which was soundproof glass and opened out to the front of the balcony. Jack supposed it was closed so that the squirming baby wouldn't be a distraction to the other church members, and the soundproofing was obviously to keep from having crying overwhelm the preacher's voice, but the room was perfect for the Asgard to use for the ceremony. They – whoever came – could beam themselves directly into the room, and with a guard on the door, no one would go inside unless it was someone who wouldn't be surprised at finding naked, bald aliens watching the wedding.
Of course, they weren't naked. They had apparently asked Shawn what humans wore to weddings, and Shawn and Andrew had taken them under their wings and provided them with clothes. No doubt with help from Dotty, who knew all about the Asgard, although the Asgard had not been informed that she knew about them, nor had they been told her true nature.
"We are looking forward to the ceremony, O'Neill," Thor said, turning as two other Asgard entered the bridge, both dressed similarly to Thor. Jack didn't recognize either of these two – all the Asgard looked a lot alike to him – but they bowed respectfully to him when they saw him. "Is that what you are wearing?" Thor asked.
Jack looked down at himself, and scowled.
"No. You woke me up. I was still in bed. How about beaming me up some clothes?"
Thor touched a panel on the wall and a moment later Jaffer growled softly again, and a pile of clothes appeared beside Jack. Far more than he needed, but it was better than not enough. He pulled on the jeans and shirt, and stood up, looking around and feeling a little better.
"Thanks."
Jaffer walked over to Thor, who put his hand on the black lab's shoulder. The big dog easily outweighed the Asgard by at least 60 pounds, and came up to his head, but Jaffer liked Thor – mainly because Jack did – and Thor was fond of the dog as well, and had watched him grow from a gangling puppy to a huge creature that he'd been told could be fierce when he was being protective. Thor had never seen a demonstration of this protectiveness, but he believed it.
"We wanted to make sure you were aware of our presence above your planet, and wanted to make sure what we were wearing was suitable."
"You look great." Jack repeated. "I just wish you could come to the reception afterward."
"We really do not have that much free time, O'Neill. The wedding will be enough for us, and we are pleased that you thought to invite us."
"Couldn't get married without my residential little gray men peeking over my shoulder," Jack said, smiling.
Thor handed Jack a small communications device, ignoring the comment about the little gray men.
"When the room is secured and you are ready for us, please call, and we will come."
"I'll do that."
"You must have much to do, so we will delay you no further."
With that as a goodbye, Jaffer growled again, and a moment later he and Jack were back in O'Neill's bedroom, standing next to the bed.
"You know," Jack said to Jaffer, looking down at the device in his hand. "I want one of those beam me up things."
Jaffer wagged his tail. He didn't. They hurt his head. He headed for the door. Since Jack was up, he might as well let him out, right?
Smiling, Jack followed the black lab out of the bedroom. He couldn't wait to see Sam's reaction when she saw Thor in his suit.