It was two days after her almost-wedding that she finally got out of bed.
The wedding had ended terribly. Pete had exploded over her statement and wouldn't listen to her as she tried to explain. His ranting, albeit justified, didn't stop until he worked himself up into such a frenzy that he brought his hand back as if to slap her.
A gasp came from the mutinous congregation as Jack's hand was quick to grip his wrist.
That was when the scene froze for Sam.
Cassie, still on the floor with puffy red eyes, looking up at her with such hope; a little girl who just found out that fairytales might actually be true. And in the same moment the look of a wise and weathered woman who had seen too much pain, and was shell-shocked at the sight before her.
Daniel and Teal'c, who were both kneeling near Cassie, had the same look of rage, like lions about to pounce on their prey. A look of sheer and utter hatred on their faces that Sam thought was directed at her, until she realized they were staring at the men behind her.
Pete had a shocked look and a rapidly bruising wrist about shoulder level which was immovable thorough the grip that was maintaining the blood loss to his fingers. The tingly feeling that began in his fingers distracted him from the piercing gazes of the men around him, and the entire left side of the church.
It was in this moment that Pete's mother felt her words were necessary.
"Samantha, you should know your place by now, sweetie. My Pete knows what is best for you, and will take care of you. Let's get on with the ceremony, shall we?"
Matching startled looks were found on most people in the church at these words, and Sam's only reaction was to laugh. Not a polite little chuckle, or a demure giggle, but a full on belly laugh, clutching her sides while tears rolled down her face and everyone looked at her like she was nuts.
When she sobered, quickly considering the circumstances, she still had a large smile on her face. The first real smile her friends had seen in months.
Daniel and Teal'c helped Cassie up from the floor as Jack lowered Pete's hand and stated.
"Daisies, Pete. Carter likes red Gerber daisies."
The hand which recently released Pete's wrist found the small of Sam's back as the group walked back up the aisle.
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Also, 'Monday' was my first story I've ever written, much less posted—this being my second, and I wanted to say thank you for all the kind reviews.