Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. If they were, Sam and Jack would have been tossing out regs on screen.
A/N: This has not been beta'd so any mistakes or idiocy is purely my own. Minor spoilers for S8.
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Daniel watched the bride walked down the aisle looking nervous, like she was preparing to bolt. Her off white dress sparkled in the candlelight, but her face seem paler than it should for a woman in love. The guests watched her slow procession, saw her take several deep breaths. The groom stared straight ahead.
The music was some famous aria that Daniel couldn't place. It was haunting and seemed suited more to a funeral than a wedding. Then again, it was kind of appropriate he thought. This was a death in many ways. The guests on their side looked like they were all in mourning.
Representatives from the Tok'ra, Asgard, Knox, Jaffa and several other races they had met along the way were present, each dressed in what they thought was the appropriate clothing (or in Thor's case, body) for a Tau'ri wedding, but an aura of disapproval radiated from them. The looks from the other side were decidedly baffled by both the odd dress and obvious hostility. If Daniel hadn't been so upset by the fact that this was actually happening he would have found it hilarious.
Daniel leaned over and whispered, "You have to stop this."
"No," came the tight response.
"I believe Daniel Jackson is correct." Teal'c said. His voice, even in a whisper boomed through the chapel.
"No."
"Why not?" Daniel all but whined. "You know you don't want this. You know…you know you're in love with each other. How can you just sit here and let this happen?"
A heavy sigh. "I had my chance Daniel. I screwed it up."
"No, no you didn't" he insisted. "And you could make this all just go away if you said the word. Just one word: stop." His voice was getting higher and higher and several of the guests turned to look at him. He had the urge to apologize, but he wasn't sorry. This whole thing was bullshit. He knew it. Teal'c knew it. Jack knew it. Sam knew it. Hell, half the assembled guests knew it. "Come on, just say stop."
Eyes full of pain sadness turned his way. "Daniel, stop."
Bra'tac, who was sitting between Teal'c and General Hammond and looking like an extra from the movie Shaft, said in a voice that was clear to anyone within five pews of them, "Hammond of Texas, do you not have the power to stop this? You are the commanding officer, are you not? Order this travesty to end."
Hammond looked like he wanted to chuckle at Bra'tac's indignation, but the seriousness of the event kept him from doing so. "I'm afraid, Master Bra'tac that that does not fall under my jurisdiction. Believe me, I would if I could."
The groom turned and gave them all a glare. His eyes searched their pew and narrowed slightly when they rested on the one person they all knew he was seeking: the source of the discomfort in the chapel. Sharp eyes met his and then snapped forward. Daniel watched the look. The groom knew this was bullshit too. He knew it wasn't real love. Daniel had made sure he knew it. Cassie, General Hammond and pretty much everyone else who could did the same. Teal'c had been stoic as ever, but they had all heard him rumbling something about the stupidity the Tau'ri could display in matters of the heart.
"Please," Daniel said again.
"Daniel, believe it or not, I've heard every word you've said, every time you've said it and I've made my decision. If they're happy, then I'm happy for them." God, what a complete and utter lie. The words even tasted bitter.
Thor, in a holographic body that resembled a young Colonel Sanders, turned around and looked them all over. His disapproval of the proceedings emanated, even through the projection. He had made it clear that he was only there out of respect and friendship for the SGC, but refused to be happy about it. Daniel had considered having Thor beam them all out, but decided against it, considering the other half of the chapel had no idea what really happened in the bowels of Cheyenne Mountain and a wild stampede and ensuing police reports of a disappearing wedding party and many of the guests might not be such a good thing.
Teal'c put a hand on Daniel's shoulder. The archaeologist looked at him in confusion and frustration. "Daniel Jackson, it is the wise warrior who knows when he cannot win." While Teal'c was right, Daniel had never been a wise warrior.
His eyes turned toward the figure dressed in white as she passed. She was almost at the altar. "Dammit, Sam," he whispered. "Please don't let this happen."
She climbed the steps and suddenly the couple were standing next to each other. Oddly, neither of them looked all that happy. The groom's face was pinched and the bride looked like she wanted to throw up. Daniel wondered how the hell it had gotten this far.
A/N: I forgot to say TBC!