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Content warning- There are thoughts about dead people, nothing horrible.

Pairings- Lots of weddings.

Feedback- Yes Please.

Disclaimer- They're not mine. Big surprise there. It all belongs to MGM, Gekko, and whoever else is involved. The story is mine though, as are all original characters. I have made no money from this and wrote it for entertainment purposes only.

Author's note- Don't ask and I won't tell you, I think I heard a song that inspired this but I can't be sure. All mistakes are my own.

Dedication- For Amy, I just saw that you joined Jackfic (It's about time!) Good luck with your exams honey and I'll talk to you soon.

Copyright- Samantha Fox 05/03


I sit in front of the dresser, watching as my best friend twists my long blonde hair up onto the top if my head, fitting the veil over the top.

"You look gorgeous," she smiles. Her shiny brown hair is styled in the same fashion and her long wine red bridesmaid dress ripples as she walks.

The door opens slowly and my father enters. He pauses on his way in and takes in my appearance. "You look so much like her," he gasps, although the likeness to my mother has always been there I suppose it must seem even more so today.

"I wish she was here," I breathe, glancing at the picture of her wedding to Dad that sits on the nightstand.

"I expect she is," he smiles. "I can't see her missing your wedding day." He touches my face lightly and smiles. "I'm so proud of you," he tells me softly and I know that I'm glowing even more, because despite the missing face in the crowd this is still the happiest day of my life. The door opens again.

"Jacob?" George sticks his head through the door. Dad looks over at him, acknowledging his presence. "They're ready for you," he smiles at me. "You look beautiful Samantha."

"Thank you," I smile. I take one more look at the photo, seeing Anna Smith beam, as she becomes Anna Carter. 'Thank you Mom,' I tell her silently. 'I love you.' Janet hands me my flowers and we head to the church, to Jack.

The closer we get the more I can feel her and I know that my mother is here, watching, giving me the strength to make the right choices. Because even though she never had to save the world, she was still the strongest woman I've ever known and I'll keep fighting my war in her name, for the sake of my children. So that I can see them walk down the aisle on their wedding days.


I sit in front of the dresser, watching as my best friend twists my long blonde hair up onto the top if my head, fitting the veil over the top.

"You look amazing," she smiles. Her shiny brown hair is styled in the same fashion and her long royal blue bridesmaid dress ripples as she walks. The door opens slowly and my father enters. He pauses on his way in and takes in my appearance.

"You look so much like her," he gasps, although the likeness to my mother has always been there I suppose it must seem even more so today.

"I wish she was here," I breathe, glancing at the picture of her wedding to Dad that sits on the nightstand.

"I expect she is," he smiles. "I can't see her missing your wedding day." He touches my face lightly and smiles. "I'm so proud of you," he tells me softly and I know that I'm glowing even more, because despite the missing face in the crowd this is still the happiest day of my life. The door opens again.

"Jack?" Jonas sticks his head through the door. Dad looks over at him, acknowledging his presence. "They're ready for you," he smiles at me.

"You look beautiful Jenny." "Thank you," I smile. I take one more look at the photo, seeing the great Samantha Carter in one of her few relaxed and happy, non-work moments, captured forever on that small piece of paper. 'Thank you Mom,' I tell her silently. 'I love you.' Cassie hands me my flowers and we head to the church, head towards the place where Ben is waiting for me.

The closer we get the more I can feel her and I know that my mother is here, watching, giving me the strength to make the right choices. Because we're still in the business of saving the world, and sometimes it gets dangerous, but it was her fight, the fight that took her life and I'll keep fighting it in her name, for the sake of my children. I just hope when this day comes around again, that I'm not the face missing from the crowd.


I sit in front of the dresser, watching as my best friend twists my long blonde hair up onto the top if my head, fitting the veil over the top.

"You look perfect," she smiles. Her shiny black hair is styled in the same fashion and her long emerald green bridesmaid dress ripples as she walks. The door opens slowly and my father enters. He pauses on his way in and takes in my appearance.

"You look just like your mother," he grins, although the likeness to my mother has always been there, I know that I look even more like her today.

"I can't think of better way to look," I wink, glancing at the picture of her wedding to Dad that sits on the nightstand.

"She can't hear you, you know," he laughs. He touches my face lightly and smiles. "I'm so proud of you," he tells me softly and I know that I'm glowing even more, because I'm standing here, surrounded by the people I love on the happiest day of my life. The door opens again.

"Ben?" Jeremy, Dad's best friend sticks his head through the door. Dad looks over at him, acknowledging his presence. "They're ready for you," he smiles at me. "You look beautiful Anna."

"Thank you," I smile. I take one more look at the photo, seeing the great Jennifer Faraday in one of her few relaxed and happy, non-work moments, captured forever on that small piece of paper, like her mother and grandmother before her.

I smile softly, feeling the strength from all of the women in my family flowing through me. Julia hands me my flowers and we head to the church. The closer we get the more I can feel them and I know that my grandmother is here, watching, giving me the strength to make the right choices. Because we're still in the business of saving the world, and sometimes it gets dangerous, but it was her fight, the fight that took her life and I'll keep fighting it in her name, for the sake of my children, the same way my mother has for me.

I reach the church and my mother beams at me, kissing my cheek before she goes ahead to take her seat and I find myself relived that she's here, sitting in the front row to share my joy with me and not watching me from some other world. Because dying young seemed to become a pattern for our female line and I'm glad that she was one who chose to break it.


The End




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