Peter Parker x Stargate crossover (This is the funeral for Stargate personnel and people who know about the Stargate program) (Pretend the fish dude incident never happened in the earlier seasons and later on, think season six. No ascension.)

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Sam, Jack and Teal'c didn't know who the kid was standing next to them, greeting the guests as they walked into the cathedral. He'd been crying, for a long time by the looks of it, and if Jack was honest he swore he'd seen Daniel wear that suit before. But he wasn't going to ask why a teenage boy was talking quietly with General Hammond.

"He was a good man Peter, and he would be proud of you." George said firmly, the boy, Peter nodded slowly.

"Thank you for coming, General Hammond. He'd be happy to know you came. He always said you were a kind and honest man." Peter said quietly, George nodded and patted Peter's shoulder, moving onto the remaining SG-1.

"You know who the kid is?" Jack asked softly, George glanced at Peter who was greeting the next person.

"You'll find out who he is soon enough. He planned the whole funeral." George said. Jack blinked in surprise and nodded. When Catherine finally walked into the room, the boy burst into a fresh set of tears. Catherine rushed over and pulled him into a hug.

"Oh, Peter. He's in a better place, he's happy." She said softly, the boy nodded into her shoulder slowly, sniffling and pulling back with a stiff smile.

"Yeah. I know that."

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"And now reading the eulogy is Peter Jackson, Dr Daniel Jackson's son." The priest said. The boy stood up from his seat in the front row next to Jack and slowly walked up to the podium. Jack, Sam and Teal'c watched in horror as the boy wiped his cheeks and brushed his hair out of his face. His hands shook as he straightened his palm cards. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath and leaning towards the microphone.

"When I think about Daniel, I can't help but think about all of the kind and selfless things he's done. He was so kind. So so kind. And caring, and compassionate, and gentle, and understanding. But he was always unapologetically himself. Who couldn't go a day with a cup of coffee, who had to get his eyes checked every six months because his eyes site was so bad? Who was so effortlessly genius, and funny. Who when he laughed snorted. Who when he pushed up his glasses he always smudged them and then complained about it later." This got a wet laugh out of SG-1.

"But I also think about what I would say and do if he were still here. I'd call him dad for the first time because he never pressured me to call him dad when he started fostering me, but I know how much he wanted me to. I'd finally cut my hair because he always insisted that I looked stupid with my long hair." Peter paused for a moment to tuck his curly hair behind his ears.

"I'd tell him how much I love him, and that I owe my life to him. Because I do. I'd tell him that I'm sorry for all the times I yelled and screamed at him when he tried to comfort me, or talk to me those first few weeks I was with him. I'd tell him I'm sorry for getting into trouble at school all the time, and that I'm sorry he had to come to get me from school all those times when I snapped back at my teachers.

"And I would also thank him for everything. For giving me a place to call home, someone who made me feel loved, safe and cared for, for the first time in my life. For being the first person to ever hug me, to hold me. For putting up with me with a kind and patient smile. For listening to me cry and rant and ramble. For everything." Peter paused again, sniffling into the microphone and wiping his face on his sleeve. Peter closed his eyes again, he knew the rest of his speach off by heart.

"Because that's who Daniel was. Patient. Understanding. I always felt like he knew more about the world then he was letting on. And he always used to say that we can't take those who we love for granted. So I'd like to say a few thank you's to the people who Daniel loved with all his heart, and never took for granted." Peter paused, opening his eyes and locking eyes with each person in succession.

"First, to his parents, who unfortunately aren't with us. Daniel talked so highly and fondly of them that you would think he had known them his entire life. He loved them, because they were like him. Kind, courageous, knowledge-seeking and filled with so much childlike wonder that you could see it in their eyes." Peter let the tears make their way down his face, splattering onto his palm cards. He vaguely registered Catherine filming his speech.

"The second, Sha're, who is not with us here today. Daniel loved her so much that his heart hurt. He loved her so much that he was angry at the universe for not getting her back to him. She was the first person who looked at Daniel and didn't see an outcast, or an outsider. She just saw Daniel. I remember when I was eleven, and I asked Daniel what love meant because he said he loved me, and the first thing he said was her name. He said that it makes your head hurt with longing for someone, they're the first person that crosses your thoughts in the morning. No matter what day it was, or what time it was, or where he was, she never left his mind." Peter said, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"The third, Catherine Lanford, who is here today. Many times I heard Daniel talk about her with such high respect, awe, and love. Many times he had said he owed his owed life to her, because she offered him an opportunity that changed his life. He was like you in many ways, kind and generous, and he had the gift of childlike wonder. He loved his job. I can't count the times where he came home endlessly excited about what he did off-world, or what artifact he studied, or new race that links back to an ancient Earth civilisation. And I owe that to you, because anyone who saw Daniel happy were given a gift. But you gave that gift to Daniel, Catherine." Peter said, Catherine, smiled at Peter and nodded softly.

"The fourth, General George Hammond, who is with us today. Daniel talked about you with an unmatched level of respect. There were many times where there was a situation where you had to consider strategic need, versus humanitarian need. And Daniel always, always trusted your decision as a leader, but also as a man. You were patient with him, even when he talked nonsense, or when he was frustrated.

"And I'd like to thank you for not firing him when I found out about his occupation because I went snooping in his office. But I'd like to thank you for all the times you looked after Daniel, and when you personally called me and informed me of the delays he would be experiencing, or when he'd hurt himself. But especially for all the times when I came running to the compound when he was injured, offering to let me sit in his office with a personally made hot chocolate. You are truly a man who deserves unwavering respect." Peter finished, sniffling again when George smiled kindly up at him. Peter turned to he was facing the remaining SG-1.

"The members of SG-1. I'll start with Brigadier General Jack O'Neill." Peter paused, smiling when Jack looked beyond shocked.

"I know that you're shocked you're on this list, but you are, because Daniel cared about you, and loved you, and respected you. Although I can't count the amount of times he came home fuming about something you said, or angry because you called him a geek one too many times. He did respect you. As a man, a friend and a leader. Although you don't know me, the things Daniel has told me about you have shaped me into my teen years. Because you even though Daniel liked to call you uneducated, impulsive and childish, he also had many other words to describe you with." Peter cleared his throat and smiled at Jack, who even though he wouldn't admit it had tears running down his face.

"Strong. Courageous. Intelligent. Thoughtful. Caring. Thank you for sticking by his side throughout the years and treating him with respect and friendship." Peter said, smiling for a moment before locking eyes with Sam.

"And next, Major Samantha Carter. Along with being an immensely intelligent woman who gave Daniel a run for his money, you are also an exceptionally skilled fighter. I know there are hundreds of times where you saved Daniel's life, and I don't want you to think that this was the one time you couldn't. Because if we had a time machine we both know we would never be able to bring him back, but instead tell him how much we loved him, and cherished his friendship." Peter paused for a moment, closing his eyes again.

"Because he cherished your friendship and loved you more than he ever mentioned. Maybe it was because he was horrible at expressing his emotions, feelings, but I think it was because he wasn't used to someone offering him friendship. He never forgot all the times you defended him, listened to his theories or sat by his bed when he was injured. Thank you for giving him someone he could rely on." Peter said, Sam smiled softly as he turned to lock eyes with Teal'c.

"And the last remaining member of SG-1, Teal'c of Chulak. Daniel held you on a pedestal, a skilled fighter, a kind father, and a loyal friend. You never batted an eye to Daniel's curiosity and wonder, nor did you discourage his interest. You taught him life lessons, self-acceptance, self defense, and you taught him that no matter what he was always worthy of love. And you gave him love, so much of it. You were his friend, someone he could always fall back on, who would listen to him, who would understand his jokes and truly listen to him. Thank you for listening when no one would." Peter sniffled and turned to Janet finally.

"And the last person, Dr Janet Fraiser. A fierce protector of the good, and people. I can't count the times you called me up and explained what stupid thing he did this time, or how he managed to hurt himself. You are were the first person other than General Hammond to discover me, he'd just gotten back from a mission, and I came straight from school. You walked into the room and I was holding his hand, you didn't even bat an eye, you reassured me that he would be okay and that you'd take care of him. And I found that you did that for him too, and hundreds of other people in a day. And I think sometimes that's all that Daniel needed." Peter took in a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

"Daniel always said that he wanted to be cremated, but that he wanted a burial service. He was never religious. But he understood that religion brings people together, it protects them, it binds them. But I think most of all it extinguishes that never-ending fear you feel when you think about the future." Peter leaned his forehead on his hand, propping himself up in his elbow.

"But now, I'm talking to Daniel. There so much that I would want to say if you were here but I'll just say this. I love you, dad." Peter said softly, picking up his palm cards and shakily stepping down the steps, not meeting anyone's eyes at he stumbled down the ail, loosening his tie and breathing heavily. He wiped his face on his sleeve, the priest had stepped back up to the podium, speaking about the after service. Peter ignored it, opening the doors and stumbling down the steps. His eyes immediately found the park bench opposite the church, falling into it, putting his head in his hands.

He pressed his knuckles into his eyes, sobbing into his palms. He could hear the steady stream of people coming out of the church. He didn't look up when he felt people sit next to him, wiping his eyes and nose, keeping his head in his hands. He could tell his hair was a mess, and he looked like shit, tie loosened, blazer undone, and shoes probably scuffed beyond relief.

"So a son? I never thought I'd see the day when Daniel had a son." Jack said sarcastically. Peter sniffled, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, he always was a prude wasn't he." Peter said, resting his chin on his closed fists.

"So how old are you?" Sam asked.

"I turned sixteen two months ago." Peter said softly, sniffling again. He felt like someone was stomping on his head.

"How old were you when he started fostering you?" Jack asked, Peter shrugged.

"I moved in with him on my eleventh birthday. Pretty good birthday present." Peter said softly.

"You said something about him saving you? What was that about?" Jack asked. Peter glanced at him for a long moment. Jack quirked an eyebrow and leaned away from Peter to stare at him.

"My bio parents died when I was a baby. And none of my family wanted me, so I went in and out of the foster system. Not a fun time. The typical treatment, neglect, abuse, all the works. He was, he was in New York for a University thing and walked into his old group home. And I was the only one that didn't jump up from the couches and run over jumping up and down asking to be adopted. Because I didn't want to be, I was hurt, and angry, and sad. But he saw past that and saw me, an insecure little kid that all he needed was a hug." Peter said, his voice wobbling at the end, fresh tears spilling out of his eyes again.

"Daniel was a foster kid too." Sam said, Peter nodded.

"Yeah, he did this whole speech about opening up and growing up, and I screamed and yelled at him with all of my eleven-year-old might. And he took it. He just stood there with a patient smile with his arms crossed over his chest, cocking his head and watching me lose my mind. I think that made me even madder because I wasn't used to that reaction to anger. And then I calmed down and could barely breathe. He sat down next to me, and just hugged me. And I had no idea what he was doing. I just sat there and I started crying cause I dunno, I felt safe, like no one could hurt me ever again." Peter sniffled again, being his knees up to his chest.

"But I guess I'm not gonna feel like that again," Peter said quietly.

"I always wondered why Daniel was so excited to get back to Earth, or why he insisted on having his weekends free," Sam said.

"Or the curious amount of school textbooks in his office." Teal'c added, Peter smiled.

"I used to go to his office and do my work after school if he was caught off-world to wait for him," Peter said.

"There's so much that we should have said earlier isn't there?" Jack asked, Peter nodded.

"Yeah. There's a lot. God everything so messed up now. If I had just told him I had loved him one more time and finally told him all the things I wanted then maybe this wouldn't be so bad." Peter said.

"You were right when you said Daniel always knew more about the world then he knew. He could always see past a mask." Sam said.

"And he was exceptionally observant," Teal'c added. Peter sniffled and nodded. He smiled softly at Catherine who slowly walked up to him, taking his face in her hands.

"Do you have somewhere to stay tonight Peter?" she asked, Peter nodded.

"I'm staying in the apartment until the will reading," Peter said, Catherine sighed.

"Not what I meant Pete, I mean do you have someone you are staying with tonight?" She asked, Peter shrugged.

"Not really," Peter said quietly, Catherine hummed, patting his shoulders.

"You're staying with me for a couple of days. We can watch those crappy sitcoms Daniel always loved." She said, Peter smiled and nodded, standing up slowly.

"Go wait I'm the car honey, doors open." She said, pointing to her car. Peter nodded and sluggishly walked off.

"He loved that boy with everything he had," Catherine said quietly.

"I can see why." Teal's said, Catherine nodded.

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Peter sat hunched over in the briefing room, he was still in the suit from the funeral the day after, he'd fallen asleep on Catherine's couch the second he lay down on it. He couldn't believe it when Jack called him saying that they found Daniel, and that he was back. Peter was leant of the table, a hand covering his mouth, tears dripping over his knuckles and then onto the table.

He shot up from his seat when the door opened, Jack stood there and stepped into the room, revealing Daniel, standing there staring at Peter.

"Dad?" Peter breathed, Daniel's eyebrows seeped into his hairline. Peter let out a loud choked sob before breaking into a run, crashing into Daniel. Daniel glanced at Jack who mouthed that he'd explain later.

"You're back. You're back." Peter cried into his shoulder, Daniel closed his eyes and started rubbing Peter's back.

"Since when did you call me dad?" Daniel asked after a beat of silence.

"Since I thought you were dead and had to come to terms with everything I wished I'd said to you and told you while you were alive but you are alive so it's fine." Peter rushed out, Daniel nodded, swaying Peter slightly in his arms.

"Please don't tell me you had a funeral," Daniel said quietly, Peter couldn't help but grin.

"I planned the whole thing, so don't worry, it was modest," Peter said, Daniel nodded.

"Catherine recorded the eulogy. Peter said some very nice things about you, Daniel." Jack teased. Daniel narrowed his eyes.

"Why'd you do the Eulogy?" Daniel asked quietly, Peter shrugged, holding Daniel tighter around his middle.

"Cause I love you. Like a lot, more then I've ever, ever loved someone. And I thought you were dead, and I thought I'd never get to tell you that." Peter said, Daniel was silent for a moment.

"You know I love you right Peter?" Daniel asked softly, Peter laughed quietly into his shoulder.

"Yeah, I do." He said, pulled back and wiped his face, Daniel narrowed his eyes at the suit he was wearing.

"Is that my suit?" He asked, Peter grinned.

"Perhaps." He said, Daniel, rolled his eyes and threw an arm around Peter's shoulders.

"So this whole thinking you'd never get to tell me things, care to give me an example?" Daniel asked, Peter narrowed his eyes for a moment, forgetting Jack in the room as they made their way through the hallways.

"I'm gay," Peter said firmly, Daniel paused for a moment and then kept walking.

"So that's why you always have your door closed when Ned's over." Daniel teased, Peter made a face and made a gagging noise.

"Gross. I did not need my dad saying that to me."