[Stargate: Drabble] "Keeping Tradition" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Keeping Tradition
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge 50 holiday tradition
Word Count: 469
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: “You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?”
Keeping Tradition
It was the night before Christmas, but they had just gotten a message from SG-14, who needed help evacuating a group of people on P3X-1214 who had been trapped by a sudden flash flood.
The George Hammond was the only Earth ship in range, docked at Area 51 for a holiday leave that was over before it even started.
Sam had beamed to the SGC to be briefed on the situation and as she left the conference room, a familiar hand caught her elbow.
“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?” pouted Jack.
She smiled. “I thought you couldn’t leave D.C. until tonight.”
“When I heard the Hammond was being recalled, I ditched my last meeting and got myself beamed right here.”
“And they say romance is dead,” Sam teased.
“Romance is in a hurry,” said Jack. “They’re expecting you back on your ship in a few minutes.”
“A few minutes we’re allowed to spend together, now,” she reminded him.
“I like the way you think, colonel,” he grinned.
“And what are you going to do about it, general?”
Jack kissed her, one hand cradling her face, the other firm on the small of her back, and Sam melted into him, winding both arms around his neck until her radio chimed for attention.
“Carter here… On my way.” She sighed. “Duty calls.”
“It always does,” Jack agreed. “Stay safe. Godspeed. Love you.”
She leaned in for another kiss. “Love you,” she repeated, then tapped her radio again, “Carter to Hammond, ready to come aboard.”
Jack waved as the transport beam caught her - then Sam was on the bridge of her ship and in a flurry of activity.
When they were safely in hyperspace, an airman entered the bridge, pausing hesitantly. “Colonel Carter? Just before we left orbit, there was one more, um, piece of inventory beamed aboard. By direct order of General O’Neill, with very strict instructions that I was to bring it to you once we were under way.”
Sam smiled. “Thank you, airman.”
He seemed relieved, “No problem, ma’am,” and handed over a small standard-issue field storage case.
Inside was a piece of cake, with a plate and fork she knew had come from the SGC mess hall.
They hadn’t meant to make it a tradition, it had sort of just started - both of them always stayed over the holidays, letting the people with lives and families take the time off. Sam tended to hide in her lab, rather than actually going home, and Jack had always made sure to stop by with a slice of the industrial-sized cake the cooks always made to celebrate the holidays.
It smelled like sugar and preservatives and home.
Sam closed the container again, smiling. “Airman?”
The kid straightened. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll be in my quarters.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge 50 holiday tradition
Word Count: 469
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: “You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?”
Keeping Tradition
It was the night before Christmas, but they had just gotten a message from SG-14, who needed help evacuating a group of people on P3X-1214 who had been trapped by a sudden flash flood.
The George Hammond was the only Earth ship in range, docked at Area 51 for a holiday leave that was over before it even started.
Sam had beamed to the SGC to be briefed on the situation and as she left the conference room, a familiar hand caught her elbow.
“You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?” pouted Jack.
She smiled. “I thought you couldn’t leave D.C. until tonight.”
“When I heard the Hammond was being recalled, I ditched my last meeting and got myself beamed right here.”
“And they say romance is dead,” Sam teased.
“Romance is in a hurry,” said Jack. “They’re expecting you back on your ship in a few minutes.”
“A few minutes we’re allowed to spend together, now,” she reminded him.
“I like the way you think, colonel,” he grinned.
“And what are you going to do about it, general?”
Jack kissed her, one hand cradling her face, the other firm on the small of her back, and Sam melted into him, winding both arms around his neck until her radio chimed for attention.
“Carter here… On my way.” She sighed. “Duty calls.”
“It always does,” Jack agreed. “Stay safe. Godspeed. Love you.”
She leaned in for another kiss. “Love you,” she repeated, then tapped her radio again, “Carter to Hammond, ready to come aboard.”
Jack waved as the transport beam caught her - then Sam was on the bridge of her ship and in a flurry of activity.
When they were safely in hyperspace, an airman entered the bridge, pausing hesitantly. “Colonel Carter? Just before we left orbit, there was one more, um, piece of inventory beamed aboard. By direct order of General O’Neill, with very strict instructions that I was to bring it to you once we were under way.”
Sam smiled. “Thank you, airman.”
He seemed relieved, “No problem, ma’am,” and handed over a small standard-issue field storage case.
Inside was a piece of cake, with a plate and fork she knew had come from the SGC mess hall.
They hadn’t meant to make it a tradition, it had sort of just started - both of them always stayed over the holidays, letting the people with lives and families take the time off. Sam tended to hide in her lab, rather than actually going home, and Jack had always made sure to stop by with a slice of the industrial-sized cake the cooks always made to celebrate the holidays.
It smelled like sugar and preservatives and home.
Sam closed the container again, smiling. “Airman?”
The kid straightened. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll be in my quarters.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold