I know I ended this suddenly and I'm sorry that I didn't take the time to fully develop the story but I have run of ideas for it resulting in the sudden end.

Thank you for reading it.. I've really appreciated it.

SG-Fan.

"Now I know why people elope," Carter mumbled only a few hours later. The 'few' people grew and grew. Over 200 people were now expected to attend. Russian President Mikhailov, Colonel Chekov, Chinese President and several representatives from other countries were flying to as well as some so not so normal guests including: Thor, Bra'tac, Ishta, and Ry'ac with his wife. Freya had declined to attend.

The wedding day was set for the next day... at 10:00 in the morning at the White House. She had rarely felt so overwhelmed.

The coordinator was a tall English woman named Fay, flown to the U.S.A by the President to coordinate the wedding. After meeting the capable woman, she was still tense but felt better.

"How ya doing?" a voice asked as two arms snaked around her waist.

"I've decided to elope," she said half seriously.

Jack blew on her neck making her shiver. "Let's go for a walk."

"We'll be bombarded by reporters..."

"C'mon..."

She gave in. "Fay?" She called. "I'll be back in a bit."

The capable woman nodded. "Take your time."

Carter grinned and the two former members of SG-1 sneaked out of a 'side' door to a waiting car.

"I thought we were going on a walk...?"

"We are. Trust me."

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Carter stared at the sky. "It's beautiful sir."

"It's Jack."

She blushed. "Hard to remember after calling you si-"

"AHH! That's a bad word Carter! I now outlaw that word... you are forbidden to say it."

"Of course sir."

"Car-"

He frowned for a second, and then smiled. "Sorry Sam."

She shifted her view back to the sky. "This is what we did for the first team outing. I remember Daniel complaining about the cold and Teal'c was so perplexed why any 'Tau'ri' would want to lay on the ground in the middle of winter and stare at the stars."

"Mm-hmm."

"And... when you were gone... sometimes I'd go over to your house... and use your telescope... and wonder which one you were on."

"Huh?"

She shrugged. "Narim told me once that it was believed that once you died, you were taken to live with an angel on a star."

"Oh."

She looked at him and found his eyes on her. "What's the matter?"

He smiled. "Just thinking how beautiful you are... Mrs. O'Neill."

"Not married yet..."

"Just practicing."

She snuggled closer. "I love you Jack O'Neill."

"I love you too Sam...I love you too."

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"You look great Sam."

Sam turned to see her 'niece' standing there with tears in her eyes. "Cassie?"

The young woman blinked back tears. "I just wish Mom could have seen you."

Carter felt her eyes sting. Janet...

Cassie sniffed loudly. "Think she's watching?" She asked gesturing to the ceiling.

She hugged the girl. "I'm sure she has front row seats."

Cassie shook away the lingering tears. "You ready to rock and roll?"

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"No!"

Cassie grinned, laughter in her eyes. "C'mon Daniel! Even Jack and Sam are dancing?"

The music was on full blast, the middle of the reception room was filled with swinging couples including the married couple.

"I don't dance Cass."

She pouted. "Please?"

The President and his wife spun past.

"PLEASE?"

"Cassandra Frasier? Will you dance with me?"

Cassie grinned. "I'd love to Teal'c."

Capt. Voronkova, the Russian liaison, approached him. "Dr. Jackson," she greeted with her thick Russian accent.

"Captain Vorokova! It's good to see you."

"Daria," she said giving him a smile.

"Daniel then."

She nodded. "You do not like to dance?"

He stood up. "Would you do me the honor?"

"I would love too."

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Sam obediently tossed the bouquet which Cassie caught. Jack sternly warning her not to get any funny ideas. A red faced Jack managed to get the garter off which the English representative caught. Amid loud cheers and flashes of cameras, the two hurried off.

Cassie looked up at the tall Jaffa. "Think they'll be happy Teal'c?" she asked wistfully.

"Indeed. Indeed..."

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Jack kicked his door open and pocketed the card, rather hard considering he was carrying his wife. Once in, he shut the door with Sam's foot and plopped her on the bed.

"Hello Mrs. O'Neill."

"Mr. O'Neill," she said primly.

Jack grinned and turned off the lights.

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Near dawn the next morning, Samantha O'Neill woke up. Giving a glance to her side, she saw her husband was still asleep. Pulling on her robe, she tip-toed to the coffee maker. Minutes later, she sat on the little balcony, sipping her coffee.

It was 'weird' to think about the fact that the reason they were here right now was because someone else had wanted to 'marry' her. And if it wasn't for 'Oma', she wouldn't be here.

As she thought, she felt a breeze sweep over her. "Thanks," she whispered.

"Sam?" a voice called.

She smiled and stood up. "Coming," she called. With a last look at the stars, she entered the room and closed the doors. Oma Desala took physical form for a moment and smiled.

"Good luck Sam... Best of luck..." and with that, she soared away.

The End.

Wow, I finally ended it! (hands on hips while the crowd cheers)

Thanks to EVERYONE who read /and or/ reviewed for this story. Another thanks to feb04 who encouraged me to go on in the beginning and another to WarmTea to beta'ing this. (hugs, chocolate and flowers to all.)

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