[Stargate: Drabble] "Christmas Spirit] [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Christmas Spirit
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge 51 Christmas
Word Count: 803
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): pre-Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Character(s): Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal’c
Setting: vaguely Season 1
Summary: “Oh, good, you’re home. Then we won’t have to break in.”
Christmas Spirit
When Jack’s doorbell rang at two PM on Christmas Eve, he was already on his third beer.
“What?” he demanded, as he opened the door.
“Oh, good, you’re home,” said Daniel. “Then we won’t have to break in.”
“And why would you have done that?”
“Because it’s Teal’c’s first Christmas, sir,” said Sam, joining them, carrying a large cardboard box with both hands. “And your place is the only one big enough to fit all of us.”
“And we figured you’d be all alone, Ebenezer,” added Daniel. “We’re the three ghosts of Christmas, let us in.”
Teal’c frowned. “I am not a ghost, Daniel-Jackson.”
“There’s a movie that’ll explain that, T,” said Jack, then sighed. “Fine. Come in. Show me the true meaning of Christmas.”
Sam smiled as she passed him in the doorway. “There’s a bottle of rum in this box, is that close enough?”
“We’ll just grab the rest of the stuff,” said Daniel.
“There’s more?”
“I wish to properly observe this festival, O’Neill,” said Teal’c.
“Well, sure,” Jack agreed. “I’ll… go clean up the living room.”
“Make enough space for a tree!” called Daniel, already halfway back to the driveway.
Jack opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it and headed back inside.
As he cleared away empty beer bottles and stray pillows, he could hear Sam rummaging through the kitchen, humming (off-key) Christmas carols. A moment later, Daniel and Teal’c were back, carrying more boxes.
“We thought an artificial tree would be best,” Daniel explained, nodding at the largest box.
There was a beeping sound from the kitchen, and Sam said, “The tree may be fake, but the popcorn will be real. How are you with a needle, sir?”
“Not too bad,” he said. “Are there popsicle stick ornaments to go with it?”
“No,” said Daniel. “Just cheap store-bought ones. But it’s the spirit of the season, right?”
Jack snorted. “Carter, you said something about rum?”
She appeared in the kitchen doorway with a bowl of popcorn. “Yes, sir. This needs to cool, anyway. We can teach Teal’c about egg nog.”
“With extra nog?”
“Of course.”
Teal’c, it turned out, loved egg nog, even though Junior wouldn’t let him get drunk. He reluctantly set down his fourth glass so that he could help assemble the Christmas tree.
The tree was one of the older kind, with hooked branches of fake greenery that needed to be un-flattened individually, then hung on the central pole in color-coded order. But Jack had a hard time threading the needle though the popcorn without breaking it, so he and Daniel (who had been tipsy halfway through his first glass of egg nog) were sent to start on the ball ornaments. Teal’c had an excellent sense of color and placement, and directed a wobbly Daniel to hang his ornaments.
“Now, for the star,” said Sam. She explained how it attached to the tree, and Teal’c reached up easily to set it in place.
“Lookee what he can do,” grinned Jack.
“Ooh,” said Daniel. “Can we watch that first?”
They did, with the archaeologist providing a running commentary, then they switched to The Muppet Christmas Carol, then [x]. By the end of It’s a Wonderful Life, Daniel was asleep in his armchair and Sam was halfway to joining him, leaned against Jack’s shoulder.
“I think you’ve had a little too much egg nog to get home safely,” Jack said, shaking her awake so he could get up at the end of the movie.
Sam smiled. “That was the plan, sir.”
“In that case, you can share the guest room with Danny. He snores.”
“Do not,” Daniel muttered.
Jack ignored him. “T, I know you don’t sleep, so you can pick anywhere to kel-no-reem. Except my room.”
“I believe I will remain here,” the Jaffa replied. “I find the lights on our Christmas tree to be oddly meditative.”
“Okay,” Jack agreed. “But Santa might not come if you’re not asleep.”
Teal’c merely arched an eyebrow at him.
“Okay,” repeated Jack. “Bedtime for the rest of us, then. You want me to turn the rest of the lights off?”
“Thank you, O’Neill.”
“No problem. The guest room is-”
“I know where it is,” said Daniel, and disappeared down the hall.
Sam stayed put. “I’ll help lock up,” she said. There was a thud, and she added, “Then I’ll make sure Daniel gets to bed safely.”
They turned out the rest of the lights, rinsed the empty egg nog glasses, and made sure all the doors were locked.
“Well, that’s-” Jack began, then stopped abruptly.
Sam followed his gaze to a sprig of green leaves and white berries hastily taped above the hallway entrance. “Mistletoe.”
“Yeah. Um, Carter…”
She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”
He smiled. “Merry Christmas, Sam.”
THE END
Current Mood:
sore
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge 51 Christmas
Word Count: 803
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): pre-Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Character(s): Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal’c
Setting: vaguely Season 1
Summary: “Oh, good, you’re home. Then we won’t have to break in.”
Christmas Spirit
When Jack’s doorbell rang at two PM on Christmas Eve, he was already on his third beer.
“What?” he demanded, as he opened the door.
“Oh, good, you’re home,” said Daniel. “Then we won’t have to break in.”
“And why would you have done that?”
“Because it’s Teal’c’s first Christmas, sir,” said Sam, joining them, carrying a large cardboard box with both hands. “And your place is the only one big enough to fit all of us.”
“And we figured you’d be all alone, Ebenezer,” added Daniel. “We’re the three ghosts of Christmas, let us in.”
Teal’c frowned. “I am not a ghost, Daniel-Jackson.”
“There’s a movie that’ll explain that, T,” said Jack, then sighed. “Fine. Come in. Show me the true meaning of Christmas.”
Sam smiled as she passed him in the doorway. “There’s a bottle of rum in this box, is that close enough?”
“We’ll just grab the rest of the stuff,” said Daniel.
“There’s more?”
“I wish to properly observe this festival, O’Neill,” said Teal’c.
“Well, sure,” Jack agreed. “I’ll… go clean up the living room.”
“Make enough space for a tree!” called Daniel, already halfway back to the driveway.
Jack opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it and headed back inside.
As he cleared away empty beer bottles and stray pillows, he could hear Sam rummaging through the kitchen, humming (off-key) Christmas carols. A moment later, Daniel and Teal’c were back, carrying more boxes.
“We thought an artificial tree would be best,” Daniel explained, nodding at the largest box.
There was a beeping sound from the kitchen, and Sam said, “The tree may be fake, but the popcorn will be real. How are you with a needle, sir?”
“Not too bad,” he said. “Are there popsicle stick ornaments to go with it?”
“No,” said Daniel. “Just cheap store-bought ones. But it’s the spirit of the season, right?”
Jack snorted. “Carter, you said something about rum?”
She appeared in the kitchen doorway with a bowl of popcorn. “Yes, sir. This needs to cool, anyway. We can teach Teal’c about egg nog.”
“With extra nog?”
“Of course.”
Teal’c, it turned out, loved egg nog, even though Junior wouldn’t let him get drunk. He reluctantly set down his fourth glass so that he could help assemble the Christmas tree.
The tree was one of the older kind, with hooked branches of fake greenery that needed to be un-flattened individually, then hung on the central pole in color-coded order. But Jack had a hard time threading the needle though the popcorn without breaking it, so he and Daniel (who had been tipsy halfway through his first glass of egg nog) were sent to start on the ball ornaments. Teal’c had an excellent sense of color and placement, and directed a wobbly Daniel to hang his ornaments.
“Now, for the star,” said Sam. She explained how it attached to the tree, and Teal’c reached up easily to set it in place.
“Lookee what he can do,” grinned Jack.
“Ooh,” said Daniel. “Can we watch that first?”
They did, with the archaeologist providing a running commentary, then they switched to The Muppet Christmas Carol, then [x]. By the end of It’s a Wonderful Life, Daniel was asleep in his armchair and Sam was halfway to joining him, leaned against Jack’s shoulder.
“I think you’ve had a little too much egg nog to get home safely,” Jack said, shaking her awake so he could get up at the end of the movie.
Sam smiled. “That was the plan, sir.”
“In that case, you can share the guest room with Danny. He snores.”
“Do not,” Daniel muttered.
Jack ignored him. “T, I know you don’t sleep, so you can pick anywhere to kel-no-reem. Except my room.”
“I believe I will remain here,” the Jaffa replied. “I find the lights on our Christmas tree to be oddly meditative.”
“Okay,” Jack agreed. “But Santa might not come if you’re not asleep.”
Teal’c merely arched an eyebrow at him.
“Okay,” repeated Jack. “Bedtime for the rest of us, then. You want me to turn the rest of the lights off?”
“Thank you, O’Neill.”
“No problem. The guest room is-”
“I know where it is,” said Daniel, and disappeared down the hall.
Sam stayed put. “I’ll help lock up,” she said. There was a thud, and she added, “Then I’ll make sure Daniel gets to bed safely.”
They turned out the rest of the lights, rinsed the empty egg nog glasses, and made sure all the doors were locked.
“Well, that’s-” Jack began, then stopped abruptly.
Sam followed his gaze to a sprig of green leaves and white berries hastily taped above the hallway entrance. “Mistletoe.”
“Yeah. Um, Carter…”
She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”
He smiled. “Merry Christmas, Sam.”
THE END
Current Mood:
sore