"Sooo...this is a superstar?"
She sighed and wondered why some men must be so thick sometimes. "No, sir. It's a star classified as a super giant. Superstar refers to—"
"A very famous person, like yourself, Madam Carter."
She had to admit that his shameless flirtations were sweet. Following that thought, she reminded herself that bright red cheeks did not compliment green BDUs, and that she had better get her emotions under control before some officer wandered along and asked why she was so profusely blushing.
"Thank you, sir. Now, as I was saying..."
Life went on without a hitch as a super giant star disappeared in a fireworks display like never seen before and its light gently kissed the faces of Sam Carter-soon-to-be-O'Neill and her soon-to-be-husband, its soft light gently outlining the simple smiles each face held at the impeding victory and at the assurance that the other would always be at each one's side.
SJSJSJ
A/N: HAHAHAHAHA not funny. I'm such a soppy romantic. Does this mean I need to get a life? Well, challenge seven, Superstar. Couldn't resist Carter's chance to geek out, O'Neill's chance to act an idiot and a flirt, and my chance to be a soppy romantic. Again, un-beta'd and Standard Disclaimer stuff. Still procrastinating on Atlantis stuff. Too busy finding myself a life. I swear. -nose is buried in Atlantis stuff- I swear!