Title: Monkey business
Authors: Abbot of Beregost & Natters
Rating: T
Warnings: Minor cussing.
Disclaimer: Not ours. We don't own 'em, we just like fiddling with 'em
Pairings: Sam/Jack & Daniel/Janet
Summary: SG-1 are invited to Hammond's other daughter's wedding.
Authors note (Natters): Here is our first collaboration together, so grab a drink, sit back and enjoy
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Chapter 1: Jack's POV by Abbot
My head was pounding.
The music and the booze weren't helping, either. Well,
not the music- there was a mob of servicemen and women
up on the stage, tuning instruments. Why I decided to
come to this debacle, I'll never know. Wait, let me
explain. Decide I did not, young Skywalker. Ordered
was I.
Hammond's daughter was getting married. She was half
Irish-Catholic, so her mother demanded a large
ceremony. A large, Celtic-themed ceremony. George,
never one to let me quietly slink off into the
shadows, invited us all out. I knew the daughter, she
wasn't a bad person or anything. We got along. There
were plenty of people from the mountain, and since
SG-1 had become practically his children...well, we
got dragged along. Carter, of course, was all excited.
Talked about it for weeks. Weddings always excite
women.
GAH! Women! Ruiners of lives, killers of buzz, utterly
unfathomable beings. And I managed to find the perfect
one for me. Christ.
Kilts. Kilts everywhere. Daniel was trying to explain
the importance of a whole bunch of stuff to Teal'c. In
an effort to hide his forehead-thing, poor Teal'c was
wearing a beret. The civilians looked at him a little
odd...but the airmen just laughed to themselves. I
sorta fell asleep during the ceremony, only to be
poked back into awareness by Daniel. He didn't seem
all that bothered, like it was expected, the smug
bastard. I hadn't seen Sam the entire time. Everyone
was leaving for the party already, so I followed
along.
"Slainte!" they all yelled as soon as everyone had a
glass in hand. I took a big gulp of beer, and leaned
back against the bar. That's how I got here, to a big
outdoorsy wedding. Servicemen were playing Irish
music, people were chatting, and I was getting ripped.
Why, you ask? Why not? The woman I've lov...cared for
(that's it- no el word for you!) for as long as I can
remember. Yeah, it started off as a mild attraction,
but it grew. Oh, how it grew. And now, look at her,
what she'd done to me. She'd broken my heart.
So, what else was there to do? Free Guinness, right?
Just drink until the hurt goes away.
I knew all the songs.