9AM

The gate flared and the security teams all got into position. They weren't expecting any trouble – since this was a scheduled return – but you never knew for sure, and the men were professionals. They held their guns high, and trained them on the Stargate, waiting to make sure they weren't going to have to fight it out with someone.

"It's SG-3, Sir." Davis told Hammond, who'd been looking over the Sergeant's shoulder.

Hammond nodded, "Open the iris."

The iris swooshed open, and Hammond reached the embarkation room just as the first people started coming through the gate. Sg-3 were in field gear, including weapons and vests, but the visitors were wearing dress clothing.

Jacob Carter led his small group of carefully chosen Tok'ra down the ramp. Carter was decked out in a full dress uniform, complete with a dazzling array of medals on his chest. The rest of the Tok'ra were wearing the outfits he'd brought them; conservative suits for the men, and a beautiful green gown for the lone woman. Hammond smiled to see the Tok'ra dressed so, but Jacob just ignored the grin.

"Sorry we're late, George," he said when he walked over and shook Hammond's hand. "We were having trouble with Anise's dress."

"It looks fine," Hammond said, giving the Tok'ra woman a nod of greeting.

"We couldn't figure out how to zip it up." Carter grinned. "It's been a long time since I've had to dress so formally, and even longer since I've helped a woman with her dress."

Hammond smiled as well, and then made a gesture that included all of the Tok'ra. "We're pleased you could attend this occasion, there are cars waiting to take you to the church."

"Are you coming with us?" Jacob asked.

"I've got to take care of a few things here, first. Then I'll be along."

He gestured for the Marine who was standing by in a formal dress uniform to head out, and the man politely asked the Tok'ra to follow him. He'd be their guide to the cars, where there were 2 Marines for each Tok'ra – more to keep them from wandering than anything else. It was a new experience for the military gards to allow the aliens off the base, and they weren't completely comfortable with it – no more than Hammond was. Of course, the Tok'ra had been carefully chosen by Jacob, so they weren't really the biggest concern, and the Jaffa that were coming were also carefully chosen by Bra'tac. The Tollans who were coming had been on Earth before and could be trusted – more or less – and the Asgard were pretty much able to do anything they wanted, but had proven themselves to be more than capable of staying out of trouble and able to keep their heads down and avoid discovery.

Hammond had decided that he'd send an SG team through the gate to each of the representative's worlds, and only when the all clear was given, would he open the gate for them to return. That was his last line of defense against some crazy system lord deciding to take advantage of such an unprecedented influx of people coming through the gate.

"SG-3, go get changed. There's a bus waiting topside, and you're the last group to get back."

"Yes, Sir."

Kelly Thorpe led his team out of the gate room, and they all hurried for the locker room, eager to get dressed for the wedding. The entire base was going to be shut down. There were no teams off-world, and the gate was going to be powered down with the iris intact to avoid any accidents. A huge force would guard the base from the top, of course, but it'd be nearly deserted from the inside. They had so few chances to get together in a happy setting, and this was such a big event – what with the President taking an interest in it and all – that everyone was getting a chance to go.

Hammond looked over his shoulder when the last of the Tok'ra had left the gate room.

"Close it down, Sergeant."

The gate was already disengaged, and it was a simple matter to power down all the systems that lead to it. They'd be able to turn it on quickly enough to get everyone home, but for now, no one would come in or go out.

"It's down, Sir."

"Head for the bus."

"Yes, Sir."

The Sergeant was already in his dress blues – since he hadn't had to worry about getting them messed up working the computer. He double-checked his computer to make sure everything was normal, then headed for the elevators, joining a small group of personnel that were already waiting.

Hammond headed for his office. He'd drive himself to the church, but he'd stick around, just to make sure none of his men – or women – missed the bus, and if they did, he'd take them. His job was security, so he didn't have to be to the church early.

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10AM

"Wow."

The girls hadn't had a chance to see Sam in her wedding dress, and she couldn't help but preen just a little at their reactions.

"You look beautiful, Sam." Danin told her. The other girls all added their agreement.

"Thanks."

"You should see all the people out there." Shelly said.

Shelly had sneaked out and looked around a little, and had watched as some of the guests had started to arrive. Most of them were in uniform.

"It's a big day," Gina said. "Everyone wants to see Jack and Sam get married."

"Why do some of them wear black uniforms and some wear blue?" Shelly asked.

"The ones in black are Marines. The ones in blue are in the Air Force."

"Jack should have been a Marine, Sam..." Shelly said, the fifteen year old smiling rather naughtily. "They look soooo good in those uniforms!"

Now, of course, all the girls wanted to go take a peek, but Janet called them all to order, smiling.

"We've got to get in the right order," Janet said. "Do you all remember-"

She was interrupted when there was a soft knock at the door, and Cassie went over to see who it was. She smiled, and opened the door further, letting Jacob Carter into he room.

"Dad!"

Sam's dad walked over and gave her a careful hug, unwilling to get his medals snagged on any part of the beautiful dress his daughter was wearing.

"Sam, you look wonderful."

She blushed at the compliment, and Jacob thought it only made her look more beautiful. His eyes were warm as he thought back to the day he married her mother, and then more recently, to the day Sam had been born.

"Thanks. I feel a little overdressed, but everyone assures me this is what the bride is supposed to wear."

"It's perfect."

She blushed again, but her smile was brilliant, and she hugged him again.

"I'm so glad you could come."

"What? Miss the chance to give you away? Are you kidding?"

He smiled, and looked at the girls, all of who were watching him. None of them had met Sam's father, but she'd made it clear who he was.

"You girls look beautiful."

Now they were all blushing, and Jacob grinned. He wondered how red they'd be if the young Marine that had escorted him into the church had told them that. The man was far better looking than an old warhorse, after all.

"I have to go find Jack. I'll see you in about 45 minutes."

"Okay, dad."

He took another look at her, decided that yes, she was the most perfect woman in the world and that no, Jack didn't deserve her, and then left to find his future son-in-law.