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Beauty in Despair

W is for Wedding

 Author’s note: This was written for the Stargate SG-1 Alphabet Soup for Gen Fic Day 2012, part 2. Please note this was not beta-ed. :(

 W is for Wedding

 “Well, perhaps I have chosen poorly as well!”

 As he watched both Rya’c and Kar’yn leave the embarkation room furiously, Bra’tac couldn’t help letting his comment slip, “I can see why one must rehearse these events.” The corner of his mouth curled as a tiny chuckled escaped his lips.

 As the Jaffa gathered in the room quietly left, Bra’tac was left alone to collect the items scattered throughout the table. The proud Jaffa rarely permitted his mind to wander, especially in a strange location such as the Tau’ri homeworld. However as he picked up the circle of fidelity he could not help but think back to another time where he stood facing a bride, ready and waiting for the circlet to be placed on her golden hair.


She was one of Bastet’s priestesses, tall and fair with golden hair and eyes as fierce as a summer storm. Bra’tac first saw her at a time where Bastet and Apophis had shared a temporary alliance to defeat a common enemy.   Bra’tac’s gaze had fallen upon her and the rest had fallen in to place. It was not long before he stood before Sher’ac and placed the circle of fidelity on her head. He remembered with mirth as she had frowned and wrinkled her eyebrows in distaste every instant that she knelt before him. He remembered how he had nearly laughed at the sight, in the middle of one of the most sacred Jaffa ceremonies: the joining of a Jaffa warrior and his simka.

 Bra’tac smiled as he thought of Sher’ac strength and determination, of how one day, while they walked thought the agora in Chulak, she had spoken of a great day where no Jaffa would need to sacrifice his life for a god. A god, she had begun to feel lest inclined to have faith in. Sher’ac had spoken of her distaste for Bastet’s eventual betrayal of the alliance with Apophis and how she had ordered the slaughter of many Jaffa who were allied to her cause. Sher’ac had asked Bra’tac, how could a god who claimed to love her people so callously cast them away without a second glance?

 Sher’ac’s words remained with Bra’tac a long time. He discussed them vigorously with her until at last they had begun to see the same callousness with Apophis.  They noticed too the oppression of the Jaffa and how they were bowed in servitude. These realizations made him think of freedom for many many months.

 And when Apophis ordered Sher’ac’s execution for treason for speaking against her god, Bra’tac no longer thought of her words. Instead, he vowed to begin planting the seeds of rebellion to one day see them grow. He vowed after her death that he would fight for the freedom of all Jaffa to his dying breath. He never hoped to see the Jaffa gain their freedom, he only hoped he would die knowing his and Sher’ac’s dream would not die with him. The following week, he met an ambitious young Jaffa named Teal’c and it was not long before he too began to believe.

 Bra’tac’s smile faded. He returned to his quarters and once he closed the door, he pulled out the small linen cloth from his boot. He unwrapped it and brought the dried leaves and flowers which once formed a circlet and inhaled as though the scent of Sher’ac still lingered.

 “The fight continues, Sher’ac. I have not forgotten. We are one day closer to freedom,” he said before quickly replacing the linen in his boot. He thought of Sher’ac, he thought of Teal’c and his dear friend’s current dilemma with Rya’c. He must admit he did see some of Sher’ac spirit in Kar’yn, though the young Hak'tyl warrior had much to learn about patience and respect. Though Sher’ac was opposed to many of the Jaffa traditions, she still held some respect for them. 

 Bra’tac’s thoughts returned to Rya’c and his discord with his father. This was the first bond that needed to be mended. Rya’c would not be able to wed Kar’yn in peace without repairing his relationship with his father; this was key and clearly the root of his frustration towards his simka.

Bra’tac left his quarters and made his way to the training room to speak with a certain Jaffa.



“The rite is complete. May you love and fight like warriors. Just not with each other.” Bra’tac laughed along with the other wedding guests as the newlyweds kissed for the first time as husband and wife. 

It pleased him greatly not only to see that Rya’c had mended his bond with Teal’c, but also that the light had returned to both their eyes as they cherished this moment. He knew both men would have left this day with a heavy heart had they not resolved their differences.  For a brief instant, Bra’tac ‘s heart felt light, almost as light as when he had wed Sher’ac. Not all was perfect for the Jaffa rebellion, but for this moment in the throes of celebrating a new union, everything was at it should be.

~The End~


Thanks for reading! You know that's a good question. You're so right they never claimed to care. But I can see that perhaps the people may be lead to believe that their 'god' cared, maybe even some of the Jaffa may have been lead to believe it THinking of Teal'c when he said that his house was a gift from Apophis.

What do you think? Do you think the people might have been mislead to believe their god cared? Not that I think any Goa'uld would really care if their slaves believe their are loved or not by their god.

I must admit, I hadn't given it much thought when I wrote it. Thanks for pointing it out! It gave me some food for thought. :)
The Vienna Rose

February 2014

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