Six Days Later

"Admit it, this is just revenge for me taking you to church," Eli says.

Ty shakes his head, "No, I really do just want you to get to know my SG-1 family. They are super interesting."

"So, do other people bring friends to this?" Eli asks skeptically.

Well no, Ty thinks to himself. Maybe what he is doing is a little underhanded. No one has ever brought a friend to an SG-1 night, only a boyfriend/girlfriend. Even more than that, someone that you think you are going to spend the rest of your life with. He knows that is true for Eli and himself, even if Eli really manages to pray himself straight, they are going to at least be friends for the rest of his life.

Right now, Ty is keeping the fact that he really hopes it is more than friendship, to himself.

"Sure, sometimes."

Eli glares at Ty, suspicious, but by then the doorbell rings, and the onslaught begins.

-0-

"I know what you're saying, Jack," Daniel complains taking a bite out of his rather charred meat, "But I just don't see why we can't save those people."

"Because we can't save the entire universe, Danny," Jack says with the error of an argument that he's had many times.

This conversation is reminding Eli of something good, but he can't quite remember what it is.

"Dr. Jackson!" Shelby calls from across the yard, and that makes everything fall into place for Eli. His mouth falls open. Ty catches his eye seeing that something is going on, but having no idea what it is.

"Dr. Levant!" Eli mouths.

Ty rushes across the yard to get Eli out of ear shot. "Why are you talking about Wormhole Extreme?" he asks with calm he doesn't feel.

"Oh my gosh, Daniel is Dr. Levant! And your dad…..your dad is Colonel Danny!"

Ty rolls his eyes, "My dad is nothing like Colonel Danny. He's never kissed an alien."

"Right, because if aliens actually existed statistically they wouldn't look anything like us. They probably wouldn't have lips."

"Oh, I don't know, they'd have to have something to eat with," Ty hedges making a quick glance at the four lipped aliens in the room that he'd grown up kissing.

"I'm sure aliens have a million different ways of eating," Ty says.

"I'm surprised that you even believe in aliens. Doesn't the Bible talk against them?"

"Not really. A lot of classic Christian thinkers from thousands of years ago believed that God could have created multiple worlds populated by different people. Even some popes and C.S. Lewis thought there could be aliens."

"I just wouldn't have imagined that your church would agree to this."

"Well, it's not exactly the kind of idea that I bring up in Sunday School*," Eli confesses.

Ty frowns, wondering how much of himself Eli is hiding from the people's whose opinions he most cherishes. He hides who he is sexual, intellectually, even spiritually.

"So, how did your dad end up in a science fiction show?"

"Well, they needed an Air Force consultant, and they asked him. They liked SG-1 enough that they decided to put them in the show."

"Wait, they liked SG-1 enough?" Eli says with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah," Ty says not understanding what he is getting at.

"Your Mom was on SG-1 right? So you're like related to Stacey Monroe?"

"No, because she's fictional," Ty says with a roll of his eyes.

"Wait, so all of those Colonel Danning/Major Monroe shippers were actually right?" Eli presses.

"Ok, let's get one thing straight. Wormhole Extreme is a television show. It does have certain parallels to my own life, sure, that's most of the reason I like it so well. But my mom isn't Major Stacey Monroe, she's General Samantha O'Neil. My Dad isn't some Colonel Danning, he's General Jack O'Neill. Teal'c is not a robot, and he does talk."

"But Daniel, he's Lavent, eh?" Eli says.

"No, he isn't, and don't wear that face when you talk about him. Eww," Ty shutters.

"I know they aren't like they ae on the TV show. They don't fight aliens," Eli says as if that were a ridiculous idea.

"Right, they don't fight aliens," Ty lies.

-0-

Vala runs up to Sam, "So, this new boyfriend of Ty's, do we like him?" she whispers.

"He's not Ty's boyfriend," Sam corrects.

"Please, you may have just returned from a journey on your little ship, but I know you know better than that. Can't you see the way the two of them look at each other?"

"Well, look aren't everything. I think both of them like each other, but from what Jack told me Eli comes from a pretty conservative religious family. The kid things it would be wrong to have feelings for someone of the same gender."

"Well, that's stupid," Vala says, "They expect you pick who you fall in love with?"

"Well, at least who you have a relationship with, if not who you fall in love with," Sam says.

"They might as well tell you that a certain color of hair is immoral, or that if your second toe is bigger than your pinky toe you ought to shorten it."

Sam sighs, "I spent all this time protecting my son from bigots. You know, I kept him away from people that wouldn't accept him. I changed people's mind when they thought there was something wrong with him. I thought…hey my son may be gay, but he's going to have an easy time of it. We made it so easy for him to come out to us. In the end though? None of it mattered. Because at the end of the day, I couldn't protect him from the whole world. He likes a boy, a boy who is so sure that being gay is wrong he's trying to fix himself, and I can't save Ty from that."

"No, but he'll be all right though," Vala says easily.

"Really? And how exactly do you know that?" Sam asks in exasperation.

Vala looks across the yard to where Ty has just joined a rather boisterous game of tag among the smaller children, "Because he's Ty."

*Any Christians out there getting angry with my interpretation, please be patient. I'm not bashing Christians. I am honestly representing the sort of churches I went to from ages 11-23. I'm not saying that Eli will be here forever. I'm not saying these churches are bad. Just wait.