WEDDING INVITATIONS
Sam arrived at Jack's D.C apartment for a visit in early September. She'd missed him so much.
Although the most important plan for the weekend was uninterrupted time with each other, they'd also decided that this would be the weekend for writing wedding invitations.
So at 1600 hours, the engaged couple sat together at a table on the veranda of the apartment, going through the guest list.
"So not the whole SGC?"
"Jack, it's a small church."
"Okay. How about the Joint Chiefs and the Prez ? We're buddies you know."
"Jack…"
"I guess no paparazzi either…?"
Sam got up, stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Remember, we were going to limit the list to family and close friends."
"I guess that means I can't invite Ba'al?"
At that, Sam took a deep breath and playfully pummeled him with a cushion from one of the chairs.
"What about an Asgard, someone different to add a little life to the party?"
"Can we be serious, Jack? We've got some work to do here. Who should we invite from the SGC?
"Siler, we have to have Siler. And then of course there is that lovely young lieutenant on level 22, communications station..." he teased.
By now all pillows not permanently affixed to chairs were fair game and an all out pillow fight was underway.
When they were finally exhausted and out of breath, they sat down to decide whether they should invite any Goa'uld or Ori to the wedding in the interest of interstellar peace.