AN: I must confess yesterday did not go as planned. I accomplished no costuming nor any writing other than some silly fluff as posted on AO3 chapter 16 of 100 5 Word Prompts. I'm working on a legal drama and am stuck on something I want to write realistically and have limited source material. So because I struggled to write I forgot to post a chapter. Thank you everyone who is enjoying this story and being patient with me working and writing at the same time.

Bells Will Ring

A couple weeks later, the day of the wedding dawned. Jack had finished the bed he was building Sam the day before and carved a heart inside one of the rails with their initials and the word 'always' with a hot scribe but he'd have to stain it next week.

Sam rolled against him and snuggled deeper into the covers against his side. He could really get used to this. He smiled happily. His great grandparents had returned to the shop and told them what decision was made about the wedding including pretending they were still miffed at their parents for their manipulating the situation. Jack had chuckled as honestly Delilah and Ethan reminded him of Daniel and Janet trying to get Sam and Jack to date covertly. Neither realizing Sam and Jack had their own little pact that if they still had feelings for each other after the war they would do something about it. Now he supposed it didn't matter. Someone else had to kill the snakes. His life was here now. With Sam.

She hummed sleepily in his arms.

"Good morning beautiful." He said softly and nuzzled her hair that like his, had gotten quite a bit longer.

"Morning." she said sleepily and smiled when she looked up at him. Unlike most men of this era Jack refused to sleep in long johns. He wore a pair of linen long pants that tied with a string and were fitted at the calves but nothing else. Leaving his chest bare for Sam to press her nose into and stroke fondly. They had pleasured each other again last night until both had been satisfied then curled up around each other to sleep.

Jack didn't worry that Sam could do better in this case. Now if they were home… he might worry a bit more about the competition.

Jack claimed her lips in a slow smoldering kiss. "Ready to do this wedding shindig?" He asked her with amusement. Abby and Ernie had asked them both to stand up with them as well as Delilah Jones and young James. Yonish and Ramos of course had been givens all things considered.

"I should go soon. I haven't the foggiest idea how to get into a corset without help." Sam admitted.

"I know how to get you out of a corset." Jack told her suggestively and pinned her under him so he could kiss her thoroughly before she had to go.

Sam giggled when he moved from kissing her mouth to nibbling her neck and the valley between her breasts. "Jack! I'll be late." She admonished him laughing.

"You won't be later than Abby is." He joked as his hands explored her body.

"Jack." She laughed.

"Ok… ok. Spoil sport. We're leaving the wedding early and you get exactly three dances." He bargained.

She wiggled out from under him. "You dance with me as often as I ask you to and I'll agree to leaving early." She countered.

"Sold to the lady in nothing but a white… what is this thing anyway, Sam? It's see through." He grinned. "I like it."

"Abby called it a shift. It's for sleeping during hot summers or when you want to bathe modestly in the local river."

"That's not going to hide a damn thing if you bathe in it. I should come keep guard. Just in case." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Sam pulled on her jeans. "Go make sure your ancestor doesn't try to escape." She told him.

Jack cupped his hands over his mouth, made a couple electronic sounding breaths and said "Escape is not his plan."

"Oh my god…" Sam shook her head and went out the door with a wrap over her shoulders to hide the thinness of her shift.

Jack flopped back on the bed. "Screw it." He announced to the empty room. "I don't care if she does get pregnant. I'm making love to that woman tonight."

A very subdued Ethan Cartridge Steele led Abigail down the aisle. Happy that she was getting married, ecstatic that he'd have a grandchild before he died but under no illusion that he'd been forgiven or that Abby would be coming home with her new husband and staying with him. It might be time to sell the ranch and move to Colorado… assuming he wasn't run off right away.

An equally subdued Delilah Pratt sat with Daniel and Teal'c in the front row on the groom's side in the small chapel that had been chosen as it was Methodist in honor of Abigail's mother. Ernest hadn't cared being atheist and Abigail would never admit it but she was something of an agnostic herself.

Delilah Pratt's household filled up a solid portion of the groom's side so most of the townsfolk were on the bride's side. The crew of the Waverider were discreetly ensconced with Dame Pratt's friends. Abigail was acting angry enough at her mother-in-law that she refused to bring the matter up and was still replying in falsely polite short answers.

Sam and Jack had a silent conversation across the bridal party with each other while Abigail and Ernest only had eyes for each other. That was a good portion of the silent conversation Jack and Sam had.

Immediately after the wedding, the reception was held in the town hall that had been festooned with paper flowers made by the Ladies' Auxiliary and a fine meal supplied by the cooks at the Silver King. After everyone had their fill, the band, made up of local Hungarian musicians, came out and a square dance soon started up.

Sam had laughingly led Daniel into a square with Jack and Delilah Jones took it upon herself to teach him this vital American skill which he apparently lacked. Yonish and Dame Pratt dragged Teal'c into another square with a formidable Amazonian of a woman with a booming laugh.

They did several sets, eventually switching partners over time until Sam once again danced across from Jack for the last set. After he pulled her over to a chair, he fell into it with her in his lap. Both out of breath.

"Whadyah think, Carter? Pretty nice shindig?" He asked her.

Sam had her arms around his chest. "I'm not going to be much use if Abby and I are pregnant at the same time Jack." She told him, understanding what he was asking.

"Agh… I can teach Ernie how to be useful. Yonish already has him half trained." Jack said against her neck. "Delilah has a very diverse collection of friends, doesn't she?" Jack had just assumed the crew of the Waverider were friends of his grea-great-grandmother as She talked to the pretty blond in particular.

Sam looked at them more closely. "Jack… I… is it me or is there something just a little off about their clothing?"

"Like ugly off or Back to the Future off?"

Sam narrowed her eyes. "I think…"

But before she could finish, Yonish had pulled her up and over to the stage and was motioning Jack to come over too and play his guitar that someone had brought from their room.

They both sighed dramatically like they were being put upon then sang a few slightly off color folk songs they had picked up when Sam was working at the bar. After the incident with Henrietta, Jack had made a point of playing with Sam now and again. She usually got better tips on her duets with him.

They had most of the bridal party laughing or at least smiling by the time they relinquished the floor to the band and took a turn doing a few slow dances as the band had switched to waltzes.

Ernest and Abby joined them on the floor as did several other couples until nearly everyone was dancing again with the exception of Daniel and Teal'c.

"They dance like they have been doing it for years."

"Indeed they have, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c agreed with a small smile.

Daniel looked at him oddly. Had Sam and Jack been… all along? But then why make so much effort to keep their hands to themselves now? It just made no sense.

Slowly the wedding started to wind down, first, families with small children then the elderly made their way home, leaving mostly young people and couples. Eventually Jack gently took Sam's hand and tugged her along to the door with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her waist.

Teal'c watched them go for a moment then started collecting empty glasses.

"You want some help with that?" Daniel asked him.

Teal'c nodded and continued collecting used items. Neither noticed Sara and Mick with Gary hot on their heels following Jack and Sam out as they had just looked like another couple to the two men. Ava and Nate came over and started helping with clean up.

"Thank you." Daniel said with a smile.

"Uh… hi… I'm Ava… this is Nate." She looked over at Ray, who had apparently dozed off in the corner.

"I told him not to drink that rotgut the bride's father was passing around." Nate said of his friend. Nate had clearly also been drinking the stuff however and was glassy eyed.

"Go wake him up." Ava urged him. She smiled brightly at Daniel. "So… you're Daniel Jackson."

"Uh… right… how do you know my name?" Daniel figured Delilah must have pointed him out so he was fairly unprepared for the woman's answer.

"We're from the future." She said as though that explained everything.

"Uh… how far into the future?" He looked concerned. "Roughly."

"Enough that it doesn't matter. We're here to take you guys home." She said brightly.

"Should we not inform O'Neill and Samantha?" Teal'c asked Daniel.

"Uh… yah... yah we should." Daniel agreed softly and headed slowly for the door as though he was struggling to make his feet work.

"I do not believe O'Neill and Samantha will be as pleased as they could be with this news." Teal'c decided.

"You're probably right. I better go find Ernest and Abigail so they can say goodbye." Daniel said sadly.

"Indeed." Teal'c agreed.

"Wait… we need to get you guys out of here." Ava urged.

"Does an hour or two matter either way?" Daniel asked sadly as he turned away. Jack was going to be devastated. Again. He'd finally gotten the chance he wanted with Sam ever since he'd realized how he felt about her when he couldn't get home from Edora… and now he'd have to go back to keeping his heart to himself again.

They had talked about it over a few beers shortly after Jack's black Ops mission to catch Makepeace. Jack had admitted to him that the reason he resisted Laira right up to the end was because his first thought when he couldn't get home wasn't Earth but Sam… And Daniel had protected that revelation to him the same as he did the knowledge that Sam almost killed herself trying to rescue Jack because she loved him too.

It almost would have been better had they not had a taste of what things could be between them Daniel muses as he heads to the hotel to find Ernest who he's going to have to interrupt mid consummation of his wedding to say goodbye to his great-grandson. Daniel sighed in frustration.

Jack and Sam whirled around as a single unit to confront Sara and Mick.

"Whoa!" Sara said, putting her hands up and elbowing Mick and Gary to do the same. "We aren't armed. We just want to talk to you." She said, backing up a little. She can tell by their posture that Gideon hadn't been kidding. These guys were the real deal.

"I'm Captain Sara Lance of the Waverider. I'm here to take you home to the SGC." Sara said.

Sam looked at the woman with calculating eyes. "What year is it where you're from?"

"That doesn't matter. What does is we can take you back to 2001 but we need to do it tonight." Sara told them.

"Why tonight?" Jack asked.

"Because you're going to cause a time paradox if you stay in this time." Mick growled.

"We aren't that important. All we have to do is lay low." Jack growled. "Not make any changes to history. I already know Ernie knew me because he told me stories about myself and my team when I was a kid. Teal'c kind of stands out." Jack said in amusement.

"Sir, if your team doesn't go back to your own time the Goa'uld will win."

"Permanently?" Jack asks.

"Well no… technically only for a few years." Sara admitted.

Jack shrugged. "They might do that anyway."

Sara gives him a stymied look. "Ah… well…" But she stalls out. If the bad guys killing a bunch of people isn't phasing him she's not sure what to do here.

"Ah… well if you stay here then it's your grandson and not you that goes through the Gate the first time."

"Ok?" Jack says in disinterest.

Mick though is the one that stumbles on the right motivation. "If you stay here, Sam dies giving birth to your fourth child together." He rumbles.

"Well, Carter, you heard the man. Time to go." Jack switches out.

"Jack there's no guarantee I'd live any longer in our own time." Sam reminds him.

Jack looks to Mick.

"Ripe old age." Mick says.

"Good enough for me." Jack tells everyone. "After you folks." He says. "Daniel is at the town hall with Teal'c probably as he didn't have a date for the party." Jack quips and heads back for the hall to collect the rest of his team.

"Sir." Sam says vehemently.

"Carter?"

"The least we can do is take the time to say goodbye." She reminds him. "And tell someone we're leaving so they don't spend weeks searching for us." She points out.

"All right. Everyone should be back at the Silver King anyway. Half of them will probably still be up." Jack grumbles.

Sam sighs and follows him back to the hotel where they find most of Ernest's family awake and hanging out in the breakfast room. Daniel and Teal'c are off to one side. Hugging people. Someone has brought down Ernest and Abigail whose clothing is in disarray for obvious reasons.

Jack goes over to his great grandparents. "I hear it's time to go." He says, regret clear in his voice.

"That's what I'm told." Ernest tells him. "I look forward to seeing you again, Jack. When you're cuter." He said with amusement.

Jack chuckled and hugged the other man and patted him on the back. "It was good talking to you again, Grandpap. I'm going to miss you." Jack admitted. "Can you do me a small favor?" He said just quietly enough that only the other man heard.

Ernest nodded and they walked outside to have a private conversation.

"What do you suppose that's about?" Abigail asked Sam.

"I'm not sure. Has anyone got paper and a pen? We need to sign the land over to you and Ernest. The bank account too. Consider it a wedding gift." Sam said smiling.

"But, Sam, think of the interest you could earn." Yonish suggested.

Sam chuckled as she shook her head and said something quietly about stock market crash that no one quite caught and went to hug Delilah Jones.

Someone brought her pen and paper and Sam started writing up various writs of transfer of property and notes to shopkeepers that when the things she and Jack had ordered for the house were done that Ernest and Abigail were allowed to collect them and keep them as the O'Neill clan would not be returning for many years. She had Daniel and Teal'c add their signatures while they waited for Jack to come back in with Ernest.

It was nearly dawn when they came back in. Ernest gave Jack a pat on the shoulder and went over to Sam to sweep her up into a fierce hug. "I'm going to miss you, Samantha Carter. Keep an eye on that boy for me will yah?"

Sam swiped away a tear when he set her down. "I will, Ernest. I promise." She handed the papers to Jack who glanced over them and added his signature to the bottom before giving Delilah Pratt one last hug.

"I'm glad I got the chance to know you, dear. Go home and make us all proud." She told him with a dignified stance.

"I'll never forget you." He promised.

"See that you don't." She admonished him, then smiled. It was the same dimpled smile Jack shared with Ernest.

"Thank you, everyone." Daniel said simply.

Teal'c turned as he stood at the door, put his arm across his chest and bowed deeply.

After they left, everyone stood around looking at each other. "What did Jack want?" Abigail finally asked Ernest.

"Tell her later. Let's go see them off." Delilah Pratt ordered everyone and hustled them all out the door.

They followed behind SG-1 and the Waverider crew at a semi discreet distance. For a change, everyone was quiet as they walked the hills until they came to the valley where the Jumpship sat cloaked against the dawn. Her hatch was open though and a pale blue glow emanated from her interior much like the puddle of a wormhole. A fact that wasn't lost on Jack as they walked up.

One by one, SG-1 turned to the small crowd gathered and waved silently before boarding. Jack was the last to go. He'd thrown his battered cowboy hat and jeans on and taken off his suit jacket and pants, leaving them for Ernest if he wanted them. He tipped his hat to his extended group of ancestors and smiled when Abby put her hand on her stomach where his grandmother currently resided. She'd been a spitfire just like her mother.

Once Jack boarded the hatch closed… but a few moments later it lowered again and Mick jogged out to Ernest. "He wanted to remind you not to tell him now they got home." He says to Ernest.

The other man grimaces then nods. "Think you could come back for a spell after dropping them off? I've got a favor to ask if you could grant it. One author to another." He said companionably. While Jack was saying his goodbyes to everyone else, Mick had introduced himself to Ernest.

"I'll make the time." Mick told him with a smirk and turned and headed back for the ship.