The Intergalactic Social Event of the Decade

Epilogue

Carter-O'Neill

Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter, USAF and Brigadier General Jonathan 'Jack' O'Neill, USAF, both lately of Colorado Springs, were joined in holy matrimony on September 26, 2004 at 6:30 PM. The ceremony was held at the United States Air Force Academy Chapel. The bride was given away by her father, Major General Jacob Carter, USAF. The maid of honor was Miss Cassandra Frasier. The best men were Dr. Daniel Jackson, Teal'c Murray, Jonas Quinn, and Dr. Donald Blake. The couple are both stationed at the Cheyenne Mountain Complex and will reside in Colorado Springs.

Jack O'Neill tossed the paper down on the table in confusion. Who the hell was Dr. Donald Blake? He leaned back and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. At least it had worked out for the best, he thought. He hadn't stayed to be sure because he couldn't stand to watch Carter marry another man even if was him. Sorta. At any rate he'd done the good deed of a lifetime and should be in for some serious good karma.

"Are you done with your paper?"

He didn't even bother to pull his hands away to look at the speaker. "Sure. Take it."

"Thanks," the voice said. Then he heard a ceramic cup being set down on his table and the other chair scraping back.

He pulled his hands away from his face and glared at the newspaper concealed form in front of him. "Look here, honey, I don't know what the hell you think you're up to, but I'm not really in the mood for company right now. So scurry along."

"That's too bad, Jack. I guess I'll be on my way then." The girl dropped the paper and her face was no longer obscured. She stood to leave.

Seventeen year old Jack O'Neill nearly had a heart attack. "Carter?!"

"Yes, sir."

"You've changed."

"Do you approve?"

"How could I not? Sit your ass back down."

"Yes, sir," she giggled as she complied.

He leaned back and studied the leggy, long haired teenaged vision of loveliness that was now Samantha Carter. "How?"

She leaned forward on the tables edge and gracing him this that beautiful quirky Carter smile he'd missed so much. "I guess you could say I'm a token of their gratitude. The other you suggested a fruit basket, but the other me thought that I might be a more appropriate form of thanks."

"Definitely better than a fruit basket." He leaned on the table mirroring her pose, his face only a couple of inches from hers. "I'm gonna tell you something right now while I have the chance and before any weird stuff starts happening."

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Excellent." He reached out and cupped her face in both hands and kissed her tenderly. When they broke apart, he said, "Answer me something."

She grinned, "Question me."

"Who the hell is Dr. Donald Blake?"

"Thor."

"Thor?"

"That was Thor's alias in the comic book."

"Sammie baby, you are a certified geek."

" 'Sammie baby'?"

"Too much?"

"No, I like it."

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THE END

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Thanks for all the great reviews. They helped me to write much more quickly. Look for the beginning of a new story in a week or so. I'm seem to be on a roll with my writing. Gotta stick with it while it lasts. Next fic will probably be a good deal darker. I'm in the mood for something dark and angsty. Thanks again.

-Vic