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Posted: Sun Feb 29, 2004 7:53 pm
by jane
Chapter 40 continued from above

“That is the last time you will ever call me that or need to curtsy to me. After today it will be I who calls you ‘Highness’ and curtsies to you.” She said softly.

“Oh I don’t know about that, Your Highness.” Liz said deliberately. “You will ever be the King’s Mother; always respected, always loved by all of us.”

“As I said, you will make an extraordinary queen.” Was all Valaria said before disengaging her hands from Liz’s and walking away with the President and his Guard.

“Let’s allow them a few minutes to get seated.” Isabel said.

“Don’t even think about sitting down on that patio furniture!” Amy cried out as Maria made as if to do just that.

“I’m too nervous to sit down anyway.” Maria pouted before slipping her arm through Liz’s and making her pace around the patio instead.

‘They Are all so beautiful.’ Nancy Parker thought to herself as she watched her daughter circle around the rest of them. ‘The dresses turned out so beautifully.’

All of the brides’ dresses had the same skirts; a baby pink underskirt over a hoop just showed below the white over skirt, which topped it, but which was drawn back to each side in the front; ala “Sleeping Beauty” or “Cinderella”. And all of the dresses had long, tight sleeves made of delicate white lace with the tiniest of pink, silk rosebuds dotting them all over. To make each dress slightly different, each white bodice had a different neckline. Isabel’s was square, Maria had a sweetheart neckline, Tess’ had a scoop-neck and Liz had a tight, high necked collar, which emphasized her slender neck. Additionally, to distinguish Liz’s dress from the rest, the designer had also insisted on embroidering the Antarian Royal Crest in a delicate, pale pink, lace-like pattern all over the skirt and around the high collar. Liz had not liked the idea when it was first mentioned to her, but loved it when she saw the finished product. All of the brides had their hair swept up into elegant buns and wore wreaths made up of several different types of white flowers. Liz’s wreath was again distinguished with the addition of a few pink flowers as well.

The bride’s-maids wore simplified versions of the bride’s dresses but without the hoops and the white overskirt was not drawn back in front, but hung down in soft folds over the pink underskirt, which peaked out from underneath by three inches. Each bride’s-maids’ dress had the same lace sleeves, but without the pink rosebuds and each neckline matched that of the bride they were accompanying.

“Valaria and the President have had enough time to get seated, let’s go.” Sam said again and all of the women carefully got into the waiting and flower-bedecked hover-craft and off they went to the Holy Clearing.

~*~

That same morning, out in the shared backyard between Seria and Beneck’s houses, the grooms and their best men spent their time playing field hockey (instigated by Jack), basketball (suggested by Max) or even wrestled each other after Kyle goaded them all into giving it a try; anything to work off some of their excess energy and nerves. Jim Valenti, Jeff Parker and Philip Evans sat on the sidelines drinking fruity drinks and talking amongst themselves, but every once in a while they would be pulled into a hockey game or some basketball. Over an early brunch, some manly advice about the pleasures and pitfalls of the wedding night was passed on by the fathers and memories were shared about when the brides-to-be were little girls. But finally it was time for showers and shaves; getting dressed up and they all rushed inside. When the fathers and the best men; Jack, Beneck, Dr. Ebron and his son, Nardo arrived back after getting ready themselves, they found the four grooms all ready but restlessly pacing around outside.

“The only good thing about these monkey-suits is that we don’t have to wear ties with them.” Michael exclaimed, tugging on the stiff, high collar which encircled his neck.

“You all look pretty snazzy though, even without ties.” Philip replied looking over the grooms and best men.

They all wore sharply pleated dark maroon slacks with a thin white stripe running down the outside seam of each leg, a white, hip-length, long-sleeved shirt worn outside of the slacks and had that stiff high collar which Michael was complaining about. Over the shirt the grooms wore tailored, knee-length, long-sleeved collarless jackets which had no fastenings in front. And pinned over the left side of their chests was a single dark red rosebud.

“Snazzy, Dad?” Kyle asked.

“Yeah, snazzy” Jim Valenti shot back. “Don’t ya know what snazzy means?”

“Yeah I know what it means…thanks, Dad.” Kyle said sincerely.

“The sash looks fine, Max; stop fiddling with it.” Philip told his son.

To distinguish Max from the other grooms, he was wearing a wide maroon sash tied around his waist on the outside of his jacket. The Antarian Royal Crest was embroidered delicately onto it in gold.

The best-men wore the same outfits except that their jackets were shorter, coming down only six inches below the waist. Nor did they wear the boutonnières.

“Time for you guys to get over to the clearing, before the brides do. The hover-craft are waiting out front.” Daniel reported. “I’ll see you over there once I pick up Dr. Jordon and Sha’re.”

Daniel, Dr. Jordon and Sha’re managed to arrive at the clearing just a few minutes after the others did and they fanned out to the head of each aisle, to greet the guests as they arrived. There were eleven of them, with Sha’re helping Dr. Jordon and there were ten aisles to man. Not only the clearing was circular, but the set up for the sanctuary inside was circular as well, with ten sections for seating radiating out from a central raised dais. The platform was empty; no altar and no pulpit were upon it. Anything which was needed for any given ceremony was brought to the dais by the people involved.

Finally, Valaria and the President arrived; the last of the guests and Max and Jack escorted them up to a front or inner-most seat; before joining the rest of the grooms and best-men up at the dais; each of them was standing around the outer edge of the dais, facing outwards. At the same time, a priestess, an old woman with a kind face, dressed in simple long, green robes, her white hair in two long braids, which hung down her front, came in from the other side and joined them on the dais. Each bride was to enter the sanctuary from a different point on the compass; North, South, East or West and proceed up the aisle to the dais…and her groom.

And Jack noticed as he stood looking out over the congregation that the ten aisles continued on out along, it seemed, natural aisle-ways through the trees which circled the clearing. He had not noticed it before, but today with the garlands marking out those paths through the trees, Jack could see that from the central point in the clearing, one could look out and see for miles. Down three aisles, he could see the Capital, down three more aisles on the other side, he could see great mountains off in the distance and down three more aisles between those two extremes, Jack could see the much closer hills just outside the City, where the Stargate made its home. This holy place was all about being at the center; at the center of the world, both natural and man-made and being at the center of the immense congregations which had worshiped there for centuries, perhaps even millennia…and giving thanks for it all…

Suddenly four horns sounded from the four quarters of the clearing and everyone went silent, but no one stood; instead they waited expectantly and gazing down the aisles opposite from where they sat. Then a gentle music began to play, the melody as soft as a breeze. Other instruments joined in adding to the anticipation, but still fluid and soft. Next came the ringing of tiny bells, but there was a rhythm to them, as if to denote the slow marching of faeries. Then Jack noticed the gazes and craning of necks of the people seated in front of where he stood, trying to see something behind him and he turned his head enough to see. Janet Fraser had begun to slowly walk up the aisle with Tess on General Hammond’s arm, following behind her. Janet had just reached the dais, General Hammond had kissed Tess on the cheek and put her hands into Kyle’s and taken his seat when Cassandra started down her aisle, ninety degrees away from the one Tess had traversed. Maria, on Jim Valenti’s arm came slowly after her. Step-father and daughter had just made it up to the front when Seria began walking down the aisle across the clearing from the one Maria had just walked down. Necks swiveled as Isabel began to walk down the aisle behind her bride’s-maid. Philip Evans kissed his daughter on the cheek, put her hands into Alex’s and took his seat, but then there was a slight pause before Sam began to glide (there was no other word for it in Jack’s mind) down the aisle. Everyone’s eyes were glued as Liz, on her father’s arm, followed after and came up to the dais to face Max. Jeff kissed her on the cheek, put her hands into Max’s and then took his seat beside Nancy.

Now the wedding party shifted around a bit. The priestess remained in the center of the dais and the brides stepped up onto it, to face their respective grooms; the couples showing their profiles to the congregation. The groom’s-men stood two steps below the dais facing each of their respective bride’s-maids and these couples stood two steps away from each other so that they did not block the congregation from seeing the brides and grooms who circled the dais. Sometime between Maria’s and Isabel’s walk down the aisle, Jack had noticed that the huge screens between the trees had been lit up and he could see thousands more people gazing out of those screens, watching with the same joy on their faces as those sitting here in the clearing.

After all of the preparations, the ceremony was a very simple one. The priestess lifted her hands and head up to the sky…

“I call upon The God, who has no name and no form, but who caused everything to be created…to bless these four couples who stand here with me in The Center today. They have come to begin their new lives together, in Your Presence and before all of these people they make their vows to one another…”

The priestess brought her head and hands down and smiled gently at Kyle and Tess, indicating them to begin their vows to one another. Their voices were soft with nerves and yet everyone in the congregation; near and far away, could hear them easily where they sat.

‘It’s as if we’re all wearing earphones.’ Jack thought to himself. ‘Their voices aren’t booming over us, it’s as if they’re standing next to each and every one of us, all at once.’

Each couple had been encouraged to write their own vows with only some gentle guidelines from the priestess on what they should include. As each couple took turns saying their vows and exchanging their rings, their words of love, commitment, healing and forgiveness rose like a light filled mist to float and pulse above their heads.

“You may now seal your unions with a kiss.” The priestess told the couples, once Max and Liz; the last couple, finished saying their vows and all four couples did just that.

Jack noticed that the gazed of many in the congregation were raised above the young couples, to the pulsing mist above them and he unconsciously began to count the pulses himself. But finally the couples broke their passionate lip-locks to the gentle laughter of those watching and the mist began to dissipate.

At this point the best-men and bride’s-maids stepped away from the dais to go and sit in seats reserved for them and began to clap along with the congregation; everyone grinning happily. After a few moments the priestess whispered to three of the couples and as in their rehearsal, they also left the dais to go and sit in their reserved seats, leaving just Max and Liz up on the dais with the priestess. But she too left the dais and walked down until she stood before Valaria and then bowed before her.

“Your Highness…” The priestess said indicating with her hand that the Queen Mother should now approach the dais. Valaria stood and with great dignity approached the dais but did not step up onto it. At the same time, Sam had stood up from her seat and quietly come to stand beside and just below Liz.

At the same moment the priestess had stepped off of the dais, another priest in green robes walked up to it between two Antarian Guards. In his hands he carried a crystal tray with an intricately cut crystal dome on top of it. Inside the dome lay a crown. With very little fanfare the priest bowed his head to Max, lifted the dome up off of the tray and presented the crown to his king. Max, who was blushing slightly under his tan took the crown and placed it on his own head. The priest nodded to him (to indicate that the crown was on straight) and then stepped back with the guards.

As Max was turning back to Liz with his crown on his head, Valaria stood up and with great dignity approached the dais, but did not step up onto it. Instead she curtsied deeply before Max who bent over, took her hands in his, kissed them and then pulled on them indicating that she should stand up before him.
“Your Highness.” Valaria said to Max as Liz looked on with tears swimming in her eyes. “As my King’s Mother did, years before, so I do now. I hereby retire my title as Queen of Antar so that you may bestow it upon your soul-mate…and my new Queen, Elizabeth Claudia Evans.”

Valaria reached up and carefully removed the crown from her head and presented it with a bow, to Max. At this, Sam quietly stepped up behind Liz and carefully removed the bridal wreath from her head and then stepped back down off of the dais and took her seat again. Max then turned to Liz, the Queen’s crown in his hands.

“Elizabeth Claudia Evans, I hereby ask you, here in the Presence of The God and all of Our people, do you wish to become Queen of Antar and will you accept all of the responsibilities and privileges which accompany that high rank?”

Liz gazed up into Max’s serious, yet love-filled amber eyes and saw also his pride and respect for her and spoke clearly.

“I do, Your Highness.” Liz then bowed her head a little to Max and lowered her eyes humbly.

Sometimes she still could not believe that all of this was happening to her; as she had called herself once years ago, “the smallest of small-town girls”. Liz then felt the weight, both physical and emotional, as Max gently placed the crown on her head and then tucking his index finger under her chin to lift her face and gaze back up to him. He leaned in and chastely kissed her on each cheek and whispered “I love you” in her ear before turning back to the congregation.

“In the Presence of The God and all of you assembled here, I present your new Queen of Antar!”

Everyone cheered, there in the clearing and back on the screens as Max gently guided Liz to turn on the dais so everyone could see her. She was in a daze; this had been her wedding day and Now she had been crowned queen of an entire planet! She looked up to Max for encouragement and he smiled back down at her and then mouthed “You’re doing great” as his arm tightened around her waist and his hand tightened on hers. When they finally circled back around to where Valaria still stood before the dais, Liz saw happy tears in her eyes. Valaria then curtsied deeply to her new queen, as did everyone out in the congregation, even those people from Earth and other planets. It was Liz’s turn to bend down, take her mother-in-law’s hands and draw her back up to stand before her. She kissed Valaria on both cheeks and whispered “Thank you for giving me such a great example and allowing me to marry your son; I love him so much.” before straightening back up to stand next to her new husband and king.

After a new round of applause and cheering, the priestess came to stand before the dais, bowing to her new Royal Couple and then turned to the congregation.

“Let us celebrate these new marriages as these four couples step out into their new lives, together. The reception is out in the Park. Please come and join us.”

“Thank you, Mother.” Max told the priestess as he and Liz stepped down from the dais.

“May you have a wonderful life together, Your Highnesses.” She said smiling.

The priest came up now carrying two crystal trays and passed one off to the priestess. They bowed and removed the crystal domes from the trays.

“Here, let me help you.” Max murmured as he removed Liz’s crown from her head and placed it on its crystal tray and then just as easily as he had put it on, he took off his own crown and placed it in its crystal home as well. The priests placed the domes back over the crowns and left the clearing with their guard escorts.

“Here’s your wreath, Liz if you want to put it back on.” Sam came up with the rest of the wedding party and held out the ring of flowers.

“Do you think I should bother putting it back on won’t I be just taking it off again in a little while to throw over my shoulder?” Liz asked.

Antarian brides wear flower wreaths rather than carry bouquets, so Liz and Maria had decided that they would throw their wreaths over their shoulders as a unique way of doing the traditional “bouquet-toss”.

“We’re going to eat first and then dance together before any of the fun and games start, Liz.” Max reminded her. “Why don’t you put the wreath back on until later; you look so pretty wearing it.”

“Okay.” Liz said happily as Max took the wreath from Sam and placed it back on his bride’s head for her. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Max replied. “Now why don’t we all get to the reception?”

“Yeah, I’m starved.” Jack said.

The wedding party and other family and friends hopped into the hover-craft which were waiting for them and arrived at the reception in good time. The planning committee had gone all out and there were tables loaded down with food and drink. Everyone helped themselves; Max and Liz fed each other, which got the other three couples to give that a try with varying success. After everyone had had a chance to eat, the toasts began; from each of the best-men, the fathers and even the President. Then everyone was ready to dance by the time everyone had had their say and the fathers took their daughters out onto the dance floor.

‘My little girl’s not only all grown up and a bride, she’s a queen…of an entire planet! And I even saw her wearing a crown earlier today.’ Jeff Parker thought in wonder as they slowly circled around the floor.

“I am so proud of you, Lizzy; me and Mom too. You’ve made so much out of yourself…the secret life you had to live as you fought to keep your boyfriend alive and all that while you were still a teenager…getting your Ph.D. and then being recruited by the SGC…And now you’ve finally been reunited with Max after so many hard years apart, you’ve married him and now you’re even a queen! Ah Lizzy!” Jeff fought to keep the tears back.

“Daddy…I love you and Mom so much.” Liz said also trying to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. “And I’m so glad that you found out about that secret life I led…and that you’re proud of me…that means so much to me.”

Father and daughter hugged wordlessly, swaying back and forth a little for several moments before breaking apart.

“Let me take you back to your anxious groom, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once.” Jeff whispered to Liz, who giggled wetly…

All four grooms got their brides back from their fathers-in-law (and General Hammond who had danced with Tess) and happily danced with them for some time. During dinner and while they had been dancing, Liz had been hearing quite a few people refer to “the twelve pulses”, but she could not figure out what they were talking about.

“Max, I’ve been hearing nearly everyone refer to twelve pulses…what are they talking about?” Liz asked finally and Max blushed a little.

“I don’t know if you noticed, during the ceremony, while we were saying or vows, a white mist began to form over our head and it gave off a pulsing light.” Max began.

“Oh yeah…what was that?” Liz asked.

“It’s an Antarian thing that happens during weddings, the intense emotions of the bride and groom causes it.” Max explained. “Anyway, once we were invited to kiss, people began counting how many times the light pulsed, until we stopped kissing. With the four of us combined, the light pulsed twelve times…and many people believe that that signifies how many children we’ll have.”

“What? We’re going to have twelve children?” Liz exclaimed, but Max shushed her.

“Between us four couples, Liz; not just the two of us; and it’s only a myth, nothing to worry about. It’s a lot like the belief that whoever catches your bouquet will be the next to marry; just some harmless fun.” Max said.

“Except for today, right Max? Is everything set up?” Liz asked quietly.

“Yep, the General will set up the groundwork for us.” Max replied grinning.

“Great!” Liz exclaimed happily.

Just then Amy DeLuca waded out onto the dance floor and insisted that it was time to cut the cake. And after they had fed each other a piece of cake (and Maria had been cleaned up from where Michael had missed her mouth), the other fun began. With a wink from Max, General Hammond went up to the stage and had a word with the band leader before stepping in front of the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? For those of you who don’t know me, I am General George Hammond, commanding officer of Stargate Command. I also played Dutch-uncle to Lady Tess and walked her down the aisle since she has no living male relatives to fulfill that little duty for her. And it was my honor to do so. But what I’m really up here for is to explain to anyone who’s not familiar with Earth customs, two of the little games we’re going to play in the next few minutes. At many Earth wedding receptions, the ‘bouquet-toss’ and the ‘garter-throw’ are two such games. The idea is that all of the unmarried ladies gather ‘round the bride; she turns her back to them and throws her bouquet over her shoulder to them (or in the case of our four new brides here today, their wreaths). And it is believed that whoever catches the wreath will be the next person to marry.”

There was quite a bit of giggling after that.

“Now, for all of our bachelors, we play a similar game. The groom removes the garter from his bride’s…uh…leg…uh…turns his back to all of the men and throws the garter over his shoulder. I’m not sure if the same belief holds true with the men; that whoever catches the garter will be the first to marry, but I do know that whoever catches that little bit of elastic and lace here today will get a dance with the lucky lady who caught the bouquet.”

“You know, George…” The President called out from where he stood nearby. “What I’ve always heard is that quite a few couples meet for the first time when they dance after catching the bouquet or the garter…and quite a few long and happy marriages have resulted from their having met during that one dance.”

“That’s very interesting, Mr. President; thank you for bringing that up, sir.” The General said, winking at his co-conspirator. “So…uh…would anyone here like to play?”

Dozens of hands went up in the air and the young ladies scrambled into a grouping to one side of the stage, while the bachelors grouped themselves together on the other side. Sha’re and Daniel shoved Sam and Jack, respectively, into their appropriate group and then stood back to watch.

“I think we’ll do this one couple at a time since we have four couples with us here today.” The General continued. “And Mr. and Mrs. Evans have told me that they would like to throw their own particular projectiles at the same time, so if that lucky couple would like to come up here onto the stage, we can all watch as Mr. Evans removes his wife’s garter.”

The General gave a chuckle as Max simply picked Liz up and sat her down on the edge of the stage. Max tried to slide his hand up Liz’s leg without raising her skirts too much (‘Thank goodness her hoop is soft enough that it can be pressed down enough so that Liz’s skirts didn’t just fly up in front of her face.’ Max thought.) but her garter was trickier to find than he thought…or at least that is what he told the audience as he ran gentle hands up and down his lovely wife’s leg…But then Max finally drew the lacy garter down and over Liz’s foot and the games could commence.

Max helped Liz take off her wreath and handed it to her, winking as he did so and then both Liz and Max turned so that their backs were to their audience. Liz could feel the little tag, which Max had magically added to her wreath and concentrated on throwing it over her shoulder…and right into Sam’s startled hands. Max threw the garter over is shoulder at the same time…and low and behold, if it did not just land in Jack O'Neill’s outstretched palm.

General Hammond left his M.C. duties as well as Isabel and Alex, to take their turns at the wreath and garter toss and walked around the crowed to the back where Sam, Jack, Max and Liz had gathered together. He saw the President casually closing in on the two couples as well.

“I think something fishy happened during that toss.” Jack told Max, half teasing, half serious.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jack.” Max replied, a twinkle in his eyes.

“What will the General think of us catching this stuff?” Sam asked, concern in her voice.

“Why don’t you take another look at your wreath, Major…and your garter, Colonel?” General Hammond suggested, his own eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Sam and Jack did as they were asked and both found a surprise as Liz began to giggle and Max chuckled next to them.

“There’s a medallion attached to the wreath.” Sam observed.

“The garter has one too.” Jack added as they took a closer look at the small metal discs.

“Mine has the Air Force seal on it.” Sam exclaimed, puzzled and excited at the same time.

“Mine has the…Presidential seal.” Jack said cautiously, looking up at his superiors. “What’s going on here, sir…sirs?”

“These are an extra little gift to the two of you for all of your extraordinary work over the last three years.” The President said. “I assume that you both understand what they and the delivery method employed here, signifies?”

“I think so…General?” Jack asked, not wishing to give anything away until he was positive that he fully understood.

“It came to our attention that you and Major Carter have…fallen in love…” General Hammond said. “And while that is against regulations, it was also pointed out to us how professionally and exceptionally you have performed your duties, in spite of, or…perhaps because of your relationship. And in recognition of the many times you have saved this planet, especially during your most recent mission…the President and I have decided to grant you a special dispensation to pursue your relationship with each other…as long as you continue to act professionally while on duty.”

“Thank you very much sir…sirs.” Jack replied smiling, but then he became serious again as he turned to the General.

“I’ve asked Sam to marry me…and she’s said yes…And we were going to come and tell you after tonight, sir. To see if something could be worked out…and we were prepared to pay the consequences as well, sir.”

“I think that the Goa’uld have dealt out all the repercussions that anyone can stand, Colonel; almost dieing…several times in the line of duty is good enough for us. No mention of your actions together will be made in your permanent records.” The General assured them.

“Thank you very much sir.” Sam said again after a moment of shocked silence.

“Thank you, General.” Jack added, his shoulders losing some of their tension.

“So…have you two picked a date yet?” The President asked smiling.

“Not yet, Mr. President; Jack only asked me this morning…” Sam answered.

“Well, unless you have anymore questions, perhaps we should rejoin the party for a little while before we have to pull you away to attend the awards ceremony.” The President suggested, looking around.

The other three newly married couples had almost finished their wreath and garter tosses and because of the President’s tight schedule the awards ceremony, to recognize everyone who had taken part in Operation Queen Bee was being held right after the Royal Weddings, at the nearby amphitheater.

“Thanks again, General, Mr. President.” Sam said sincerely.

“Yeah, thanks again, sirs.” Jack added as the other two men walked away well satisfied with the conclusion of their surprise.

As soon as they disappeared into the crowd, Sam threw herself into Jack’s arms and kissed him senseless.

“Oh man, I can’t believe it!” Sam exclaimed after pulling away, but continuing to hug her fiancé.

“It’s not as if we haven’t earned it.” Jack said irreverently.

“Jack.” Sam scolded, pulling back a little.

“I know, Sam; we are so lucky not to be in the brig right now.” Jack became serious and pulled her back into another hug.

They were brought out of their self-involved haze by giggles and chuckles coming from behind Jack.

“I’m glad that worked out so well, aren’t you Liz?” Max asked.

“Yes, I am, Max.” Liz agreed between giggles.

“Wait a minute…did you two have something to do with that?” Jack asked, pointing his thumb behind him in the direction the President and the General had walked in.

“Do you know how much trouble we would have been in if they hadn’t decided to make an exception in our case?” Sam asked incredulously.

“Hey, hey calm down.” Max said smiling gently. “Yes, I had a few words with the President, that last time he was here on Antar; I asked him how many times SG-1 had saved Earth and whether that didn’t earn some special consideration for a couple who loved each other so much…But…” Max said loudly to stop any protests from Jack. “We would not have allowed them to punish you for your love…I would have wiped their memories of my conversation with the President and any talks he had held with General Hammond if necessary.” Max promised.

“We don’t feel guilty for what we did or what we were willing to do, to protect you and neither should either of you.” Liz said sternly. “Just in the general order of things, you two deserve to be happy and in your love with each other…not to mention the extra you deserve for all you’ve done to keep the Earth safe.”

“It wasn’t just us; it was Daniel and Teal’c and all the rest of the SGC who helped save Earth.” Sam said fairly.

“True, but I have a feeling that Daniel and Teal’c will receive the prize they each desire within the next year or so. And anyway, being in the military you two’ve lived under stricter regulations than Daniel and Teal’c have all these years.” Max pointed out.

“I hope so, I really hope so.” Jack said after a few moments of thought.

“Are we clear then?” Liz asked her two friends and they both nodded. “Then let’s have a quick hug before you two go and change into your dress uniforms for the awards ceremony.”

The friends hugged and then the two Air Force officers quick-stepped their way back to their home where they could change. A short while later, looking very impressive in their dress uniforms, Sam and Jack made it to the amphitheater, attached to the park where the wedding reception was still going strong.

The eight teams who had gone after the Goa’uld queens were there as well as many of the Antarians and SGC personnel. Most of the Antarian physicians were still busy working with the Jaffa on other planets, to remove all of their symbiotes and get their immune systems working properly. And SG-teams ten through fifteen had been left behind on Earth as a skeleton-crew, just in case something happened while everyone else was on Antar. But video equipment had been set up to send footage of the ceremony to Earth and to everyone else who wished to see it on other planets; physicians and Jaffa alike.

“We are here to acknowledge and commemorate all those who have fought the Goa’uld over many, many years, especially those who lost their lives during that fight…let us all take a moment to remember our friends and comrades who have fallen.” Max Evans said as he stood on the stage and everyone bowed their heads and remembered.

SGC personnel remembered Charles Kowalski and the others from amongst their ranks who had been killed protecting Earth. Sha’re remembered all of her people who had died under Goa’uld enslavement or directly at the Goa’uld hands. The Jaffa watching the ceremony while waiting to have their symbiotes removed or who were recovering from having the procedure done, remembered the hundreds, maybe even thousands of their brethren who had died while protecting and/or fighting for the false-gods they had served. And all Antarians remembered those who had died during Apophis’ short-lived attack on their planet.

“But today we are here to celebrate.” The President announced proudly. “And to award those of you who took part in this latest and greatest battle against the Goa’uld. Operation Queen Bee has succeeded beyond our wildest dreams. The latest reports I have received as of this morning, Earth-time, tell us that almost all of the Goa’uld have killed each other and will finish the job in the next few weeks. Those who are left, if any, will be hunted down by the Tok’ra or their own Jaffa. And all but one of the Goa’uld queens have been destroyed; one of them…we don’t have her name as yet…has agreed to become the new Tok’ra queen!”

There was a spontaneous outburst of joy from the audience, begun by Jacob Carter and a few of his fellow Tok’ra, who had come to the ceremony.

“The Antarian physicians caring for this queen have scanned her thoroughly and are certain that she is honest in her wish to spawn only Tok’ra symbiotes.” The President concluded after everyone had calmed down. “I would like to add that once all of the Goa’uld have been handled, we plan to inform our world about the Stargate program in perhaps one year. First Congress, then the leaders of the other major powers; China, England and France (since Russia already knows about the Stargate.) will be told. Then the rest of the U.N…and the general populace will be told at least the basics of the Stargate’s existence. At that time, all Earth Stargate military personnel will be awarded this medal.”

The President held up a jeweler’s box and opened it. The large screen up on the stage showed a close up. The medal was an intricately carved replica of the Stargate, with its nine chevrons and all of the address symbols surrounding the inner ring and even a blue crystal in the middle to affect an open wormhole.

“Until that day, when I will be honored to hand each and every one of you this medal, the Stargate must remain top-secret. But I am here today to tell you how proud I am of all of you; the work you are doing and the sacrifices you are making…”

The crowd erupted again before General Hammond brought them to order again and everyone sat down.

“At this time, however, we will present awards to the eight teams who participated in the most critical part of Operation Queen Bee. When your name is called, please come and stand on the stage.” General Hammond said before he began to read off the names.

Fifteen Humans, sixteen Antarians, one Abydonian and one Jaffa; thirty-three in all, equaling eight teams, came to the stage as their names were called under their team designations.

“And finally, I call SG-1; Colonel Jack O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Teal’c and Mrs. Sha’re Jackson, please come forward.” The General called out and the five teammates came to line up next to the other teams on stage.

The President and Max Evans then began at the far end from SG-1 to award the Air Force Distinguished Service Medal or the Antarian equivalent, respectively to each team-member; General Hammond and Liz Evans (also wearing her crown again) guiding two floating trays bearing the medals and congratulating the awardees as well, as the audience joined them in applauding each team-member.

“To Mrs. Sha’re Jackson, for her heroism during Operation Queen Bee, I award the Air Medal…” Daniel kissed is wife after the medal had been hung around her neck and then joined his teammates in proudly applauding her.

There had been some discussion about which medal to award Sha’re. The Air Medal was decided upon as it is allowed to be given to foreign military personnel in actual combat, alongside U.S. military personnel.

And now for SG-1.” The President said, coming up before the rest of the team. “Not only for your extraordinary heroism during this most recent and most important mission, but also for your exceptional meritorious service during your years of being the SGC’s elite, first-contact team; opening up the galaxy to us and protecting us from it as well…I award Colonel Jack O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter and Teal’c the Air Force Cross.”

General Hammond had explained that they would have been awarded the Medal of Honor; the highest military honor, but that Congress was required to approve the awarding of that medal and they could not be informed about the Stargate, just yet.

“And to Daniel Jackson, I award the Presidential Medal of Freedom; the highest honor which may be bestowed upon a civilian.”

The President, General Hammond, Max, Liz, the other seven teams up on stage and the entire audience…as well as quite a crowd of people who had gathered around the upper rim of the amphitheater, all broke out into applause and happy cheers as SG-1 were all given their awards. Everyone agreed that no one else deserved such high awards than SG-1.

To Be Concluded Soon with the epilogue (looking ten years into the future)…stay tuned!

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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2004 11:00 am
by jane
Hi everyone, just wanted to say a great Big Thank You to all of you, for all of your wonderful feedback over the two (2) years I've been writing Stargazers! And Thank you to those of you who sent get-well wishes and prayers after my stay in the hospital! especially dz and LadyLou Thank you so much for the beautiful tulips! I'm feeling Much better and plan to go back to work on Monday.

So, without further ado...on with the show! ~jane

Stargazers/Stargaters The Epilogue



The year: 2010


Miss O'Neill, Miss Evans, Whitman and Jackson, where do you think you’re going in such a rush?” Colonel Samantha Carter-O'Neill asked the four, seven or eight-year old girls, but glared pointedly at her own daughter, Victoria. “You know there’s no running in SGC hallways unless you’re military personnel And we are under attack.”

“Aw Mom, we were just on our way up to the Gateroom; we didn’t want to miss seeing Uncle Teal’c arrive.” Tori answered.

“He’s not scheduled to arrive for ten minutes.” Sam said, glancing at her watch. “That gives you more than enough time to ‘calmly walk’ up to the first level.”

“Yes, Mom.” Tori mumbled, but allowed Sam to ruffle her hair playfully before turning away with her friends.

“Yes, ma’am.” Judy Whitman murmured in awe of the SGC’s chief scientist, even though Sam had changed baby Judy’s diapers and was one of her father’s best friends.

“Okay, Aunt Sam.” Claire Marie Jackson said to her godmother.

Okay, Sam.” Liza Belle “Libby” Evans said to one of her favorite “grown-up” friends.

But the girls had not walked six yards when Tori cried out.

“Daddy!”

Hey girls, hi there ‘Carter’.” Retired Brigadier General Jack O'Neill greeted the girls and then waived to his much-loved wife, who was still standing several yards down the hallway. “Hey ‘Vic’, where’s your brother?”

“Just because he’s my twin doesn’t mean I know where he is twenty-four hours a day, Dad. And pleeaasssse stop calling me Vic! My name’s Victoria or Tori. ‘Vic’ makes me sound like a boy.” The young girl told her father while grinning up at the man she loved best in the whole wide universe.

“Okay Sweetheart.” Jack said gently, but with a twinkle in his eyes that told his daughter that she would continue to be called ‘Vic’ anyway.

Victoria stomped off with her friends and Jack walked towards Sam until he could gather her into his still-strong arms.

“Have you seen Johnny?”

“What’s he done now?” Sam asked sighing.

“Our littlest airman managed to slip into the men’s locker-room and tie the shoelaces on all of the boots. Two of our most coordinated and highly trained SFs tripped and landed face down on the floor just as they exited the locker-room.”

“Oh dear.” Sam said and then covered up a snicker with a cough.
I told the SFs that this should remind them to be ever vigilant; you never know when the enemy could strike…and that they should always tie their shoes before leaving the locker-room. I’m so proud of our Johnny…I just wish I didn’t have to hunt him down and then make him polish the two airmen’s boots as punishment.”

“Maybe both parties will learn something from this.” Sam suggested. “The SFs will never hear the end of it and Johnny hates the smell of boot-black.”

“Well I’m off…explain to T will you?” Jack asked, kissing her quickly.

“Sure, see you later.” Sam called after her husband’s rapidly disappearing back.

Sam walked down the hallway to the elevator, rode it half way up, changed elevators and rode that one up to the first floor where the Stargate was now housed.

Ten years ago, after the galaxy was made free of the Goa’uld by the heroes of the SGC and the existence of the Stargate had been made public, it was decided that the Stargate should be more easily accessible and so had been moved from its long-time home, two miles under the mountain, up to the first floor where much of NORAD had been housed. It was still “under the mountain”, but was now on the same level as the great tunnel leading into the complex. NORAD was still located inside, but space throughout the facility had been reconfigured to meet the new needs of the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.

The huge underground facility had been changed over from military barracks to almost completely lab space, to house the hundreds of scientist who tested, analyzed and reverse-engineered anything which came through the great ring up top. Most of Cheyenne’s military personnel had been moved down to Peterson Air Force base, which had been expanded to hold them, the air-wing which had always been there and an ambassadorial compound for all of Earth’s ambassadors to the Stargate (and the worlds beyond) and their staffs.

~*~

“Colonel, the wormhole from Chulak should be opening up in…thirty seconds, ma’am.” The tech in the new control room told Sam.

Sam glanced through the window into the next door waiting room and saw her son, Johnny nonchalantly slip inside and walk over to some of his friends. Besides the four girls, Max and Liz’s second son and second daughter; Mathew Stephen and Diane Elizabeth “Dee” were in there waiting for the rest of their family to come through. Judy Whitman’s twin brother Charles Alexander was also in the waiting room along with Clair Jackson’s older brother, Nicholas James.

‘Boy, there are a lot of twins among our bunch of kids.’ Sam thought. ‘Jack and I didn’t even think we could have a child, according to all the doctors I’d seen; because of the naquada in my blood and other bio-marks in my system left over from my hosting the Tok’ra, Jolynar. But I became pregnant shortly after Jack and I were married and then it turned out that our love had created our twins, Johnny and Tori. Plus there are the Whitman twins, Judy and Charlie and the Guerins have the twins, Robbie and Marc as well as little Amy…oh yeah the Valentis have Suzie and Nan as well as J.J. What’s really incredible is that Max and Liz are the only ones who don’t have any twins, but they had four kids! Liz was one of those incredible women who actually thrive while they’re pregnant. She never felt sick or tired like the rest of us; she practically glowed and was always full of energy and then…and then the babies would just pop out of her petite little body with hardly any trouble! Four kids, Philip, Libby, Matt and Dee.’

Sam’s thoughts were interrupted by the Stargate coming to life; the chevrons engaging, the wormhole erupting through the middle and then retreating to ripple brightly within its frame. A moment later, Teal’c stepped through, enfolded in the beige robes of Jaffa leaders.

‘I still can’t get over how different he looks without Apophis’ golden emblem on his forehead.’ Sam thought to herself as she left the control room.

After the Goa’uld war ended and all of the evil-snakes had been hunted down and killed and the Jaffa freed, the former warriors asked if the Antarians could remove the symbols from their foreheads. They said that the symbols only reminded them of their former animosity toward Jaffa who served an enemy Goa’uld and remained a basis for contention even after all of the Goa’uld were killed. The Antarians had easily wiped the emblems off every Jaffa forehead and now each Jaffa was judged by his own actions, rather than by whom his former master was.

~*~

“Hey Teal’c, it’s great to see you!” Sam called out as she left the control room and walked up to her old friend and teammate.

“It is good to see you as well, Samantha.” Teal’c replied, bowing slightly.

After ten years, “Samantha” was as casual as Teal’c would get in addressing Sam.

“Jack is…” Sam began to explain her husband’s absence, but was interrupted by a loud cry coming from the waiting room.

Sam spun around and Teal’c tensed for action until he saw what was causing the commotion. Jack had caught up with his young son and currently had Johnny slung over his shoulder while the other children laughed at their young friend’s cries and giggles.

“Hey T.” Jack called out as he stepped into the Gate-room. “Glad you could come.” Jack held out his right hand while his left hand and arm kept a firm hold on the high-top encased feet of his young son.

“It is good to see you as well, O'Neill.” Teal’c said, bowing, but then one eyebrow went up in Jaffa confusion. “The Tau’ri custom of carrying one’s offspring slung over a shoulder is most curious, O'Neill.”

“It’s not an Earth custom, Teal’c; just one of Jack’s.” Sam said, chuckling; knowing that Jack would never allow anything to harm either of their children, even while they rough-housed.

“Indeed.” Teal’c replied solemnly, his eyebrow still raised while Jack grinned happily.

“Hey, Uncle Teal’c.” Johnny called out; pulling himself out to the side of his father’s back and waiving.

“Hello, young Jonathon…do you not find that position to be uncomfortable?” Teal’c asked.

“Nah…not yet.” Johnny giggled. “Daddy says it’ll give me a different perspe…a different view of the world.”

“I see.” Teal’c replied, chalking this situation up as another example of strange Tau’ri customs in child rearing. “Have MaxEvans and his Court arrived yet?” Teal’c turned to Sam and changed the subject to a safer topic.

“They should be coming through any minute now.” Sam answered, glancing at her watch.

And just then the inner ring of the Stargate began to move.

“Off-world activation.” The technician in the control room called out over the P.A.

“Okay, let’s step back into the waiting room.” Jack said, herding the other children, who had stepped out of the chamber, back inside.

The Gate-room was not as utilitarian and drab as the old one, twenty-eight floors below, but it was just as secure with strict polices of who was allowed inside the huge chamber while the Stargate was in action. Behind specially formulated bullet-proof glass, visitors or SG-teams soon to be going off-world, could wait in relative safety and the techs in the control room next door could work, protected by the thick glass. But if any security risk arose, blast doors; even stronger than the old ones below, could drop in seconds and the chamber would be sealed off while security teams were marshaled into place and remote controlled weapons came online within the Gate-room itself.

~*~

“Chevron six encoded…chevron seven, locked.” The technician called out.

The wormhole erupted and then withdrew and the iris automatically closed over the opening; another new procedure, which had been enacted after the Stargate was moved into its new home.

“Receiving the Antarian IDC.” The technician said.

“Open the iris and send the clear signal.” The duty officer ordered.

One year after Operation Queen Bee and the Goa’uld war, the existence of the Stargate had been made public to the general populace of Earth, although its location is still top-secret. Five years after that, control of the SGC has been turned over to the United Nations with a team of ten Earth ambassadors to the Stargate being chosen from many different countries, to oversee its day-to-day operations. But, at-the-time General Jack O'Neill had insisted that a military contingent be kept in place as well. Therefore the SGC’s military arm had been enlarged and filled with NCOs and officers from many different nations’ military forces, but Jack saw to it that the original SGC core personnel were placed in command.

~*~

Moments later, Max Evans; King Zan of Antar, his wife and queen, Liz stepped through with all of their friends, Isabel and Alex Whitman, Maria and Michael Guerin and Tess and Kyle Valenti. Surrounding them were all of their children who were not already on Earth visiting their friends.

“Hey folks, great to see you all.” Jack called out as he and the rest of the hoard exited the waiting room and entered the Gate-chamber to greet all of their friends, young and old.

“Have Daniel, Sha’re and Shifu arrived yet?” Liz asked, glancing around the crowd which filled up the Gate-room.

“They should be coming through any minute now.” Sam replied.

“In fact…” Jack said, speaking loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. “I think we’re going to be kicked out of here and since there isn’t enough room for all of us in the waiting room, some of us should go out to the lobby and wait ‘QUIETLY’ there.” Jack pointedly glanced at most of the kids.

“But Da-ad!” Tori cried. “We all wanna be here when Uncle Daniel, Aunt Sha’re and Shifu get here.”

“Vic-tor’ia.” Jack spoke calmly and clearly. “There isn’t enough room for all of us to fit into the waiting room. That is a fact. I am ‘Requesting’ that all of you kids, with a few adults, ‘Please’ wait ‘Quietly’ out in the lobby for a few minutes. You all will be able to see them five minutes after they arrive, I promise.”

“Five minutes?” Tori confirmed.

“Tops.” Jack assured her.

“We-ell…” Tori looked around at her friends who were all nodding in agreement, but she felt that she had to give her father some grief about it…just on principle. “Okay, five minutes, tops…but if you keep us waiting one second longer…we’ll be back!” She threatened and Jack smirked with pride at his daughter.

“So noted, airman…here, take your brother with you and make sure that he doesn’t wander off.” Jack said finally lifting his giggling son down from his shoulder.

Victoria opened her mouth to complain, but then decided not to bother and motioned to her friends.

“Come on kids.” And the whole pack left the chamber.

All of the children of SG-1 and the Royal-Eight had honorary aunts and uncles all over the galaxy…Sam and Jack still lived on Earth, but Janet and Ebron split their time between Earth and Antar. Teal’c was living mostly on Chulak with his wife and son, all of the Antarians were still based on Antar, of course and Daniel and Sha’re were living on Abydos. But everyone visited back and forth, especially the kids. They had even visited “Cousin” Thor’s home planet and accompanied Daniel to archeological digs on other planets along with his archeology and anthropology teams.

~*~

“Off-world activation.” The technician in the control room called out yet again.

And a few moments later the Stargate erupted one more time. Sha’re and Daniel came through with ten year old Shifu in between them and holding onto each of their hands. Daniel had officially adopted Sha’re’s son as his own right after the end of the Goa’uld war. Apparently Shifu had been speaking to his father as he stepped into the wormhole and barely paused after coming back out before continuing his question and Daniel answered his son as he absentmindedly walked down the ramp.

“What great secrets are you telling your son, Daniel?” Jack asked to capture his friend’s attention as soon as Daniel stopped talking; the two Jackson men had been speaking ancient Egyptian, the native language of Abydos.

“What Jack? Oh, um, Shifu and I were just discussing the artifacts I brought back from last month’s dig; he’s been helping me, haven’t you, Shifu?” Daniel explained, glancing down proudly at his son.

“Uh huh…it’s fun!” Shifu replied happily.

All three of Daniel and Sha’re’s children loved the individual attention which their parents always found time to given them, somehow. The entire SGC, added to SG-1 and Sha’re, had been very protective of Shifu when he was younger in case any last Goa’uld or the NID should show any interest in the son of two Goa’ulded hosts, but Janet Fraser had been allowed to run a few tests and the boy had proved to be totally Human with no Goa’uld “secrets” hidden anywhere within his DNA.

~*~

“Another scientist…” Jack mumbled out of old habit while grinning at his old friend and tightening his arm around his beloved wife’s slim waist.

Jarrod Smyth, the technician in the control room watched the reunion from his post at the dialing-computer. He had joined the SGC six months after the excitement and danger of the Goa’uld-war was over and half a year before the rest of the world had learned about the heroic exploits of SG-1 and the other teams, but he had heard many of the stories from the people who had lived them; Major Ferretti, Lt. Hailey and even Colonel O'Neill himself and he felt a thrill run up his spine to see the SGC’s premier team meet together again.

They all had their own lives now, but he knew that they managed to get together at least every six months if not more often than that. General O'Neill had retired from the Air Force, but was still a consultant and Colonel Carter was the senior-scientist here. The Jacksons were living on Abydos, but Dr. Jackson was asked to speak at universities and seminars all over the world, besides going off-world to supervise archeological digs on a dozen different planets…along with his wife, Sha’re, who was a talented linguist in her own right. And Teal’c, the former Jaffa, was one of the great leaders, along with his mentor, Bray’tac and they (along with Teal’c’s wife and son) were still very busy helping the former Goa’uld warriors develop their own societies and communities…almost out of whole-cloth. But Jarrod watched them now, talking and laughing; their past adventures and trials out of mind, but never completely forgotten.

Back in the Stargate-chamber, Jack glanced at his watch and winced.

“We’d better get going, folks.” He called out and began herding everyone out of the chamber and down the hallway, through security to the front entrance.

“Thirty-two, thirty-one, thirty seconds…” Tori was calling out, watching the read-out on her wrist-unit.

“Hah, I told you we’d be out here in under five minutes, Vic.” Jack smirked.

“Mom, Dad! Uncle Daniel, Aunt Sha’re, Shifu!” The Jackson kids, and many of the other children called out as they all rushed forward.

“Hey, hey, guys, why don’t we go over to the convention center and then you can talk to your heart’s content.” Jack suggested and everyone agreed, walking out through another security check-point and got into the vans which were waiting for them.

~*~

The Colorado Springs Convention Center, built nine years ago to handle all of the new scientific and technical seminars and other business which the Stargate had brought to the area, was huge, with conference rooms, lecture halls, ballrooms, dining rooms, a health spa and gym; all built around several glass-enclosed courtyards, which housed a huge swimming pool, tennis courts and an excellent playground for kids.

And inside the courtyard which housed the pool, cub-reporter Cheryl Cooper and her camera-man, Charlie waited for the guests of honor to arrive. Many of the SGC personnel, who had already arrived, were seated at the tables or on the lawn-chairs which were scattered around the huge patio, surrounding the pool, enjoying drinks and snacks.

Continued in next post

Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2004 11:03 am
by jane
Continued from above

Years ago, when the world had learned about the Stargate, the heroes of the SGC had had their pictures splashed all over the media and every news agency was begging for interviews…not that they had been granted many of them. It seemed that everyone at the SGC was outrageously modest and tight security had been set up to ensure their safety and privacy.

Now, even though their names, faces and heroic deeds would go down in history and every school child would be taught about the SGC, the media was very rarely interested in their day-to-day actions. But Cheryl was honored to be here; if only to cover the reunion from afar, as a personal-interest story.

“Here they come, Charlie.” Cheryl told her camera-man as she received word over her earpiece from the clerk at the front desk. “There they are; push in slowly to get a close-up of the entire group.” She instructed as she stood behind him and watched the action on the tiny screen attached to his camera.

“Not only SG-1, but the Antarian Royals…and all of their kids.” Charlie noticed.

“Yeah, General Guerin just made us.” Cheryl added as the Antarian Head-of-Security’s gaze zeroed in on the two reporters, but did not approach them.

They watched and recorded as the newly arrived group came forward and then spread out to greet their family and friends. The Parkers, Evans, Whitmans and Valentis had arrived earlier. All four couples had decided to remain on Earth, after their children had married. They continued their careers in Roswell, but traveled up to Colorado Springs once a month to step through the Stargate and visit their kids and grandchildren.

Janet Fraser and her family were also there; chatting with retired George Hammond, Jacob Carter, David Jordon and Lou Ferretti. Janet and her husband, Ebron jointly ran the medical research department within the SGC and they had made great strides in furthering medical treatment; developing Antarian technology to work on Human physiology and vice-versa. General Hammond had retired one year after Operation Queen Bee, but was still consulted now and again on SGC business, in between his spending lots of time with his two grand daughters. Dr. David Jordon was semi-retired, but still enjoyed visiting archeological digs with his protégé, Daniel Jackson. Colonel Ferretti was the military C.O. at Cheyenne Mountain, in charge of the military arm of the SGC, under the U.N. civilian leader of the entire complex. Besides Jack and Daniel, he was the last remaining member of the original team, who had first stepped through the Stargate so long ago.

~*~

Max, Liz and the others entered the courtyard and saw where their parents were congregated around a couple of tables.

“Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa!” Were called out as the grandkids surged forward and their parents followed quickly behind.

Hugs and kisses were doled out to all of the grandchildren before they all swarmed off to greet their other friends and play in the next courtyard over. Then general greetings were shared all around before Kyle, Tess, Michael and Maria crowded around Jim and Amy Valenti and Max, Liz, Isabel and Alex shared their attention between the Parkers, Evans and Whitmans.

“It’s so great to see you all.” Diane Evans enthused as she ran her mothers gaze over her children; Max was looking more rested than the last time she had seen him, but Isabel was looking a little harried. But then, it was just after Christmas and New Years, so her daughter had probably not calmed down from all the running around the holidays had entailed…

“Planning on doing any skiing while you’re here, Lizzie, Max?” Jeff Parker asked.

“The kids are counting on it, Dad; that’s why we agreed to have the reunion here on Earth, instead of on Antar, where it’s spring.” Liz replied.

“Great…I can see snow forts and snowball fights in our future too.” Michael said, half teasing, half grousing.

“You’re the one who thought using snowballs to train our children how to use their levitation powers would be a good idea.” Maria reminded him with a chuckle. Raising three children, all with varying degrees of alien powers was quite a challenge. But then Maria DeLuca-Guerin had always loved a challenge, no matter how much she complained about it.

Philip Evans Sr. glanced around the table at his fellow parents and receiving nods from all of them changed the subject before Michael and Maria could start fighting.

“Um…there’s something we’d like to say to all of you.”

“What’s that Dad?” Max asked.

“Well, before the President arrives to honor all of you today, we…all of us…wanted to tell you…” Philip broke off, unusually choked up all of a sudden.

“We wanted to make it clear that we, your parents, are all very, very proud of you as well.” Jeff Parker said, looking directly into his son-in-law’s eyes before glancing at his daughter and then the rest of their friends.

“And not just for what you helped accomplish ten years ago.” Nancy Parker said.

“You’ve all raised some pretty terrific kids.” Diane Evans said.

“You helped to set up programs and facilities where we poor Humans could learn all about your advanced technologies.” Mr. Whitman nodded at Max and Alex.

“And furthered our understanding of medicine and other health sciences.” Amy DeLuca-Valenti added, smiling at Liz and Maria.

“And you’ve worked very hard to gain Intel, to keep us all safe and secure here on Earth as well as out among the stars.” Jim Valenti nodded to Michael.

“And most importantly of all, you’ve managed to grow up into intelligent, mature adults, loving, nurturing parents and just plain good ‘people’.” Philip finished what he had been trying to say earlier.

“Here, here!” The parents raised their glasses and solemnly saluted their children until grins broke out and a hug-fest ensued.

“Thanks, all of you.” Max said, blushing. Very rarely did anyone see that old, shy, hiding-behind-the-tree Max Evans anymore, but there he was right then as he gazed around the tables at his parents and friends. “You know, if it hadn’t been for Mom and Dad taking us in all those years ago…and all of you giving us all such great examples to follow over the years, we’d never be where we are, or who we are now.”

More hugs and kisses were shared as Cheryl Cooper and Charlie watched what was being said, but the love and pride as well as the smiles and tears being shared amongst that group were impossible to miss.

~*~

At the same time, several yards away, similar greetings were being shared. The Jackson and O'Neill kids had swarmed around George Hammond, Jacob Carter, David Jordon, Lou Ferretti and Janet and Ebron, who were considered to be their joint grandfathers, uncles and aunt.

“Where are Cassie and Nordo?” Johnny O'Neill asked.

“I think they’re supervising some games over in the other courtyard.” Janet said, referring to her daughter and Ebron’s son, who had just become a married couple two months before.

“Hey great, let’s go find ‘em!” Johnny cried and all the grandchildren ran off after another round of hugs were shared.

“It’s great to see you all again.” David Jordon, Daniel’s mentor said smiling around the tables as everyone sat down. “It’s a shame your father Kasuf couldn’t make it, Sha’re, or your brother, Ska’ra .”

“Father says that his old bones can’t take the cold of a Colorado winter anymore.” Sha’re explained. “Plus, Mariam, Ska’ra’s wife is supposed to give birth any day now and Father says he must be there to hold his new grandchild in his own hands as soon as he or she is born.” Sha’re explained with a smile.

“Maybe Mariam will hold off until you’re able to be there as well.” Janet suggested hopefully.

“Perhaps, but the midwife believes Mariam’s labors will begin soon.” Sha’re said.

“My son is also awaiting the birth of his second child; that is why he and his mother could not come either.” Teal’c replied and everyone congratulated him as well.

“Wow, we have children and grandchildren popping out all over and all from what began as a small group of strangers, from completely different walks of life. Who would have believed so many years ago that we’d end up like this?” Daniel asked happily glancing down at his beloved wife who was snuggled up to his side.

“So blest.” Sha’re agreed returning her husband’s loving gazed.

“A family.” George Hammond stated and they all raised their glasses in toast.

~*~

It was some time later, after the children had met up with their friends and run off to the playground and then come back in small groups, to sit with their parents who were happily chatting and sharing old stories, that Cheryl Cooper and her cameraman were informed that the President had arrived. Now she would not be the only reporter present as the White House Press Corps came in, flashing their cameras as the President made his way from table to table, shaking hands with members of the SGC, old friends, all of them. Cheryl and Charlie moved forward, so that they would be close enough to catch what the President was here to say. This little get-together was to be on the casual side, but everyone in the pool-courtyard quickly took their seats as the President stepped up to a low podium and began to speak.

“Good afternoon everyone, it’s great to be here! Sometimes is seems as though Colorado Springs and the SGC have become my home-away-from-home; I visit here so often and enjoy every minute when I do. This is a very special day; the tenth anniversary of the Goa’uld-war, the victorious end of it. And even though this is a happy occasion, I’d like us all to take a minute to remember all those who cannot be here with us today.”

Everyone bowed their heads and remembered the dark times, but they also remembered the good times as well, before raising their heads again and giving their attention back to the President.

“Now, I didn’t have the honor of being in the White House when the Stargate was opened, or to be a part of the important work which was done at the SGC during those early days; I was elected three years after the Goa’uld-war was won…but I have had the honor of working with all of you folks over the last seven years and seeing the universe opened up for peaceful exploration and colonization. You have pushed the envelope of Human understanding…about where we came from and where we are headed…of scientific discovery; medicine, space travel and a multitude of other technologies. You’ve helped us make new friends and allies and enabled us to place our colonies on dozens of other planets…For all of this and more I can only say again how much I respect you all and thank God that you were the ones who opened the Stargate; you met every new challenge and sweet-talked, negotiated, maneuvered, or plain fought your way through each and every one of them…until we came to where we are now, here in this place. Respected colleagues, loyal and trusted friends…I salute you!” The President finished and with a grin on his face and began to clap his hands.

The applause spread through the courtyard as friends, family, the ambassadors and newer SGC personnel joined in. And then the honorees began to applaud as well, indicating that their clapping, big grins and thank yous were directed back into the crowds who were honoring them; that they could not have done what they did without all of the help and support of everyone assembled.

Finally, though the applauding trickled off and the President left the podium to go out among those assembled once more. He spent a few minutes with each of the honorees; Hammond, SG-1, the Antarians, Dr. Fraser and Colonel Ferretti, just to mention a few. The Press snapped hundreds of pictures while the ones in the spotlight tried to ignore them, while having a few words with the President or each other. And then it was all over, the President had to leave and thankfully took the Press Corps with him. The kids went back to playing or swimming and many of their parents joined them for a time before congregating around the patio tables or on the lawn-chairs again.

Jack and Daniel were speaking to George Hammond, David Jordon, Lou Ferretti and Jacob Carter while enjoying drinks sometime later, when Johnny O'Neill and Nick Jackson came running among the tables, followed by a dozen other laughing children.

“Whoa! Did all of those kids come from Abydos?” Jack asked.

“Uh…no…I think half of them came from Cerulea; P3X-222. That’s the farming planet Abydos trades with.” Daniel explained.

A very successful trading system had been set up between the mining and farming planets inhabited by former Goa’uld slaves. The miners had learned to work and fashion the minerals they dug out of the ground and traded it for fruits, vegetables, grains and livestock. One of the first things the new blacksmiths had learned to build were drawbridges made of naquada to guard each of their Stargates from unfriendly visitors. A Morse-code had been set up by which friendly travelers could toss rocks into the wormhole and the sound of their hitting the drawbridge let the people on the other end know who was coming through and whether or not to lower the bridge. Simple technology, which had kept them all safe; Jaffa and former slaves alike.

~*~

Sam and Sha’re were likewise chatting with Liz and Maria when Clair Jackson, Tori O'Neill, Dee Evans and Amy Guerin came dashing through the tables, also followed by a dozen giggling little girls.

“Where did all those kids come from? I didn’t see them earlier.” Maria asked.

“They must have been up in their hotel rooms with their parents; I just saw them come out from the elevator banks a few minutes ago.” Sam answered. And from their clothing…I think half of them are from the mining colony on P2X-999 and…the low-tech colony on P3Y-654.”

Many planets had been discovered to be rich in different minerals and ores and great care had been taken in choosing how to set up mines; who should be allowed to mine them and how the new resources should be sold, so as not to undermine Earth’s economy with a flood of cheep materials. After the mines had been set up and were deemed stable and safe, the miners were allowed to bring their families there to live with them and other colonists had also bid to make those far-off worlds their new homes as well. Also, several low-tech or survivalist groups had bid to start their own colonies off-world as well. Everyone had had to go through intensive testing and training, to be sure that they could handle the strains and emergencies which might hit them once they stepped through the Stargate. Many had flunked out during testing or training, but those who made it through the vigorous process had succeeded in building several thriving communities off-world. These groups traded back and forth and their children were allowed to visit back and forth, making new friends and learning new things.

~*~

“I think it’s great, how many other kids…from all different walks of life…and different planets…our kids have been able to meet and make friends with.” Liz remarked, as she watched her children happily playing.

“Hey not to mention the great friends we, their parents, have made too!” Maria added.

She spontaneously reached out to grab hold of Sam and Liz’s hands, which were resting on the table and motioning with her smiling eyes that Sha’re should add her hands as well to the “All-for-one,-one-for-all” hand-clasp the women were sharing.

“Yes, friends.” Sha’re agreed.

“Hey, what are you ladies all grinning about?” Jack asked as he, Daniel, Max and Michael stepped up behind each of their wives.

“Oh just being happy with life in general and our families in particular.” Sam replied, bending her neck back to look straight up at her husband.

“Being happy...that’s good.” Jack replied before bending down and kissing those tempting, upturned lips.

“Hey, Sha’re, they’ve started square-dancing in one of the other courtyards, you want to go?” Daniel asked.

“That sounds fun.” Sha’re agreed and they walked off.

“How about we check out that hot tub I saw up in our room? Amy and Jim said they’d keep an eye on the kids.” Michael whispered suggestively to Maria, but everyone at the table heard him.

“Mmm, okay, Spaceboy.” Maria said and they too got up to leave, arms around each other’s waist.

“Would you like to dance, Sam?” Jack asked.

“Square-dancing…I don’t know…” Sam hedged.

“Not square-dancing, they have a live band warming up for “real” dancing in one of the ballrooms…but it’s casual until 16:00…we wouldn’t have to change our cloths…” Jack suggested and Sam grinned.

‘Who would have thought that black-ops trained, Colonel Jack O'Neill was such a great dancer; waltzes, tangos and other sizzling, sexy dances he uses to seduce me with.’ Sam thought to herself and she took his hand and stood.

“Ooh, should we join them?” Liz suggested, anticipating her own soul-mate’s dance and seduction skills.

“Mmm, I’m for anything that allows me to hold you close…” Max agreed as he helped her up from her chair.

~*~

“Wow that was so sweet to see…” Cheryl Cooper murmured from the corner where she and camera-man Charlie had been recording all of the proceedings. “They’re all heroes from such a dark time; risked their lives over and over, are good friends with presidents and planetary leaders and yet they’ve managed to move on with their careers, raise some great kids and they’re all still so in love with their partners…romantically, sensually in love with each other if that last little scene we witnessed is anything to go by.”

“Yeah, I’d say that wraps up a well-rounded story.” Charlie replied. “Unless you want to get some footage of them dancing together…”

“No, I think we can leave the rest to our viewers’ own imaginations, let’s wrap it up and go home. It’s been quite a day.” Cheryl said.

“Amen.” Charlie agreed as he packed away his equipment.


And they lived happily every after. The End.


So, I really hope you liked the ending. Please let me know what you think...Pretty Please?! Love, jane