Title: Believing
Author: SaraC
Rating: G
Spoilers: Future Season (Fluff/Smarm warning)
Summary: Reflections on a wedding day
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.
Notes: This has been sitting on my hard drive for months, I finally got inspired, (thanks to Meg's lovely "Storytime") and decided to post it. It's fluffy, it's set in the future and its smarm. That said, enjoy!



She stared at her reflection in the mirror, noting almost clinically, every aspect of herself. Her shoulder length dark hair, now pinned up with glittery diamond clips to hold a lacy, willowy veil. Her flawless skin, perfectly highlighted and textured by an expert makeup job. The slender body, curves outlined nicely by the figure hugging white dress that fell to the tops of her ankles, her feet encased in strappy white heels.

She knew she looked beautiful, everyone had told her so, but she still felt as if something were missing.

Staring harder at herself, she frantically ran though everything in her mind. Something old, that was the locket her aunt had given her, handed down from generation to generation. Something new, that was the lacy garter her best friend Cathy had presented her with at the bridal shower. Something borrowed was the beautiful hair clip, a favorite of her motherís that happened to match perfectly with the dress. Finally, something blue- the sparkling blue-white diamond earrings her uncles had given her on her 21st birthday.

Everything was there, but she had the awful feeling that she had overlooked something. Biting her lip, she took a deep breath, trying to think what it could be that was making her so uneasy. When nothing occurred, she opened her eyes again, moving over to the bed and settling lightly down on the comforter.

Looking around, she tried to take comfort in the familiar surroundings of the room sheíd grown up in. A place filled with so many wonderful, happy memories. She smiled as she thought about the times sheíd locked herself in after fights with her mother. The times she and her mom or dad would sit on her bed and read fairy tales and stories well into the night. Her first make-out session on this bed, with her parents sleeping down the hall. There were good memories here and she found herself a little scared to leave them.

"You know, if you stare at that comforter any longer youíll probably go color blind."

Jumping at the amused voice, she turned to see her father standing in the doorway. Smiling, she tried to mask her emotions, putting on a brave face. She should have realized that he would see right through it.

"Okay, whatís wrong? And donít say Ďnothingí young lady, I know you too well for that."

Sighing, she moved over as he came to sit on the bed next to her. Leaning against his comforting frame, she tried to vocalize what she was feeling.

"I donít know, itís just a feeling, like Iíve forgotten something, or missed something. And no matter how hard I try, I canít seem to figure out what." Knowing it sounded crazy, she trailed off, hearing her father sigh.

"Sweetheart, this is normal. I felt the same way the day I married your mother. But it all turned out for the best, didnít it?"

She sighed, realizing he had a point. No one seemed happier than her parents, although her aunt and uncle came close.

"I know youíre right, I just hate feeling like something is going to go wrong. Like Iím going to do something wrong and screw all of this up."

There, that was it. The heart of her unrest. Somehow, sheíd managed to sum it up in that sentence. Looking up at her father, she found a tender expression on his face.

"Look at the life youíve led, sweetheart. Look at the lives weíve all lead, do you think itís unusual to feel like that, knowing what you do, seeing what youíve seen?"

She sighed, again nodding her head.

"I know, itís just, I donít want anything to screw this up. I love him, Dad, more than I ever thought I could love anyone. And if something happens, if something goes wrong-"

"Nothing will go wrong. You love each other and together youíll be able to make it through anything. All you have to do is trust in that, and youíll be fine."

She laughed wryly at his words, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow. It was a trait everyone said sheíd picked up from her uncle.

"I guess thereís no better proof of that statement than you and mom."

Her father sighed, giving her a small smile before replying.

"I guess youíre right. And you donít see me complaining, do you?"

She laughed, suddenly feeling better than she had a little while ago. Rising, she walked back over to the mirror, straightening her dress and veil, watching as her father came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Do you have any idea how proud youíve made your mom and me? Not to mention all the aunts, uncles and grandparents youíve acquired over the years?"

Feeling a lump building in her throat, she nodded. "You guys tell me all the time, itís kind of hard not to know." His smile made the lump grow even larger.

"The best thing to ever happen to our lives was the day we brought you into it. Despite everything weíve been through, none of us, especially your mom, regret it for an instant."

A tear slipped down her cheek, the words easing a long-standing insecurity sheíd thought sheíd overcome a long time ago. Hearing her father say those words, it suddenly seemed to relieve the last little bit of worry she held close to her heart.

Sniffling, she turned and walked into his arms, being careful not to ruin her elaborate hairdo.

"Thanks, Dad, I needed to hear that. How do you always know the right thing to say?" She pulled back and smiled as he brushed the tear off her cheek and gave her one of his infamous smiles.

"Iíve had a lot of practice, although I think your uncle would disagree with that statement of yours."

She laughed at the words, realizing he was right. She smiled as he continued.

"Now, dry those eyes, we have a wedding to get to and if I donít show up with you in a few minutes, you can bet your uncle will bust both our butts."

Smiling, she quickly turned back to the mirror and fixed her makeup, before turning and taking a hold of the arm he offered.

"You know, Dominic doesnít know what heís getting into with this family of ours."

Danielís laughter echoed through the room, warming her heart all over again.

"Trust me, Cassie, he knows. Heís survived Jack and Tealíc after all, and heís still waiting for you downstairs in front of God and the SGC."

She laughed as they headed for the door. The burden on her heart had been lifted and she was now ready to face her future. A future with the man she loved and a family that was definitely one for the history books.

Life just didnít get any better than this.


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