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Title: Snowflakes In Hell
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Stargate: EssGeeWun
Rating:
Mature People
Summary: “It’ll be fun.”
Character/Pairing: Sam/Jack
Spoilers:
None
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Slade. Written for my dear Kelly. Apparently
snow in America means Ky in Australia needs to write snow fic.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put
them back where I found them.
Date: 14/12/08
***
If you got a crush,
Don't beat around the bush
When
I got a crush
Run, runaway
***
They didn't bother the first year. They talked about it - a lot, actually
- but it was decided that everything was still too new, too alien. They didn't want to bombard the young girl with yet another
Earth tradition that she had to learn. They didn't want to expose her to something else that would serve as a reminder that
she was the last survivor of her race. They explained the festivities to her but didn't push them. They acknowledged the day
privately and she seemed happier to not be involved.
The second year SG-1 was too busy getting killed. Again. They
went through the 'Gate one week, came back battered and bruised the next, and discovered that two months had gone by and Christmas
was well and truly over with.
Janet had done something small that year, in their absence. She'd done the best she
could. But she'd been on-call with the rescue teams - that had been sent after them, of course - coming back wounded and she
hadn't wanted to put on a big show and dance, highlighting their absence. She'd muttered something about not exposing the
poor girl to her crazy family, but Jack hadn't pressed the issue.
This year?
This year was hell with snow.
Jack
wasn't quite certain how he'd been roped in to this, but he suspected that it had something to do with the blonde on his team.
Cassie had Carter wrapped around her little finger. And Carter had used that to her advantage.
"It'll be fun."
"I
doubt that."
"Sir, it's Cassie's first Christmas."
He didn't look up from the report he was pretending to read.
Except it was upside down and she probably knew that. Damn woman. "It's her third."
"It's the first one she's celebrating."
Pause. "She asked if you would come."
Well, what could he say to that? "What time?"
So, here he stood, shopping
for a freaking Christmas tree. And it was freaking snowing.
Jack liked nature. He liked snow. Despite the constant
quips - though Daniel called it whining - he actually didn't mind trees, either.
It was the other thousand crazy shoppers
that had him fairly convinced that he could commit mass-murder and get away with it. Or, at the very lease, he could commit
mass-murder and Carter could help him get away with it.
He glared at the screaming children nearby. He glared
even more at their ignorant mother who appeared to be discussing something that sounded precariously like a wax job on her
cell phone.
"Planning their deaths, Sir?"
Damn psychic woman. "Me? Never."
Despite the tight smile and
the attempt at looking innocent, Jack knew that Carter wasn't fooled for a second.
"I don't believe you for a second."
He
kind of liked being right in at least one respect. It happened so rarely, he'd take what he could get. Jack opened his mouth
to reply, but he knew full well that any reply would be trite at best.
"Cassie thinks she's found a tree."
Carter
could be wonderfully diplomatic when he was faced with the potential of being a dipshit. Bless her.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Carter smiled and shook her head a little. "We tried to convince her that size doesn't matter to Santa, but I don't think
she's buying it."
Jack was tempted to make some kind of comment about size mattering to everyone but thought
better of it. "Will the tree fit through Janet's door?"
"We hope so." She shrugged. "Teal'c said he'd make it fit."
Jack
wondered if Janet's door would survive that. Probably not. "Which one'd she pick?"
Carter nodded towards the larger
clusters toward the back. "She wants your approval."
"Lead on, then."
They walked in silence for a moment, snow
crunching beneath their feet. It wasn't actually snowing, though, and Jack was grateful that they didn't have to deal with
that on top of the pain in the ass shoppers.
"Have you got plans for Christmas day?"
She didn't add 'sir' to
the question and he was stupidly grateful. "Beer and the Simpson’s. You?"
Carter almost looked like she wanted
to cry. "Beer is your Christmas dinner?"
"I'll have crackers too." He promised.
Christmas hadn't been a big
thing for him until Charlie was born. And then it had stopped being a big thing again when Charlie had died. There'd been
nothing to celebrate after that and it hadn't taken long before December 25th became just another day for him.
"You
should have something better than that."
"It's not really my thing."
He didn't elaborate but she didn't need
him to.
"I'm going to my brothers." She told him. "You could come."
Was she inviting him...? To...? With...
family? Really? Crap. "It's okay."
"I'm not offering out of pity."
"I didn't think you were."
They
fell into silence again, walking for another hundred meters before they stopped. Carter pointed to one of the larger trees
against the back fence. "That's the one she picked."
He was really worried about the Doc's door now. "It's..."
Regardless of his fears, he pretended to observe it for a moment, even going so far as to cock his head to the side and put
on his thinking face before he finally announced, "...a tree."
"I thought so too."
"That's because you're the
brains of this relationship, Carter."
"Relationship?"
Had he really said that aloud? Balls. He made a
feeble attempt at smiling. "It's a saying."
"Is that all it is?"
How the hell had they ended up doing this here?
And now? This wasn't a conversation that they had - ever. Hell, he tried to avoid thinking about it most of the time.
He didn't know if it was hormones - not that he'd suggest that - or something about the silly season, but he'd always been
under the impression that she tried not to think about it, too. "What do you want me to say, Carter?"
She sighed. He
knew how she felt.
They'd been dancing around this since they'd first met. The proverbial pink elephant in the room.
Just because they both knew it was there didn't make it any easier to deal with, apparently.
Carter opened her mouth,
closed it, and sighed again.
And then she kissed him.
He was pretty sure a good half of what few brain cells
he had died when their lips met, but her arms went around his neck and his seemed to have decided to wind around her waist
and they were kissing and flush against each other and he didn't want it to ever stop. He didn't know where her sudden impulse
had come from - brain freeze from the snow, perhaps? - but she wasn't asking for his opinion anyway.
Though Jack had
never really had the inclination to change their situation - at least, not until his knees completely gave out and/or he got
the sack - right at that very second, standing with her in an empty pocket of the tree farm from hell with her trying to give
him heart failure, he couldn't quite remember why he hadn't simply pushed her against a wall and screwed her five ways from
Sunday long ago.
Though that thought was at the forefront of his mind, he was quite well aware that it would not go
down - do not think that, do not think that - like that now. To begin with, there were children around. Not to mention
the fact that the temperature was in the minus zone and he didn't want their first time to be tainted with, uh, shrinkage.
They would not do anything other than kiss. For now.
Not that he was going to complain. Hell, he hadn't had
this much fun just making out with someone since... never, really.
She was warm against him, despite the chill in
the air. And she felt tiny in his arms, which wasn't how he'd ever thought of her before. Their bodies fit and Jack had that
sinking feeling in his stomach that told him; this is so, so wrong and so, so right.
The weirdest - and best
- thing was that her tongue was in his mouth. He could taste her and feel her and sense her. It was creepy as hell and still
somehow one of the most erotic things he'd ever felt in his life.
"Jack! Cassie was looking for you and she wanted
me to tell you that-Holy crap!"
He wondered if pretending to look innocent would work any more now than it had in the
past. Probably not. He went for sarcasm, tried and true. "Who gave Cassie the potty mouth?"
"If anyone, it would have
been you." Daniel shot back. "Were you two just-? Did I just-? And-?"
"Daniel."
"No, really, were you-"
"Daniel."
Cassie,
bless her, saved him with a well timed slap on his back - ow - and a giggly announcement of; "Tag, you're it!"
Normally
he'd bemoan the idea of playing 'tag.' Or being 'it.'
Right now, it was saving his ass.
While studiously ignoring
Daniel, he shot an apologetic glance toward Carter - though it may have appeared as some kind of lusty leer - and fled, hot
on the tail of his new best friend. Santa was totally bringing that girl a pony this year.
"You can't catch
me!" She shouted gleefully, darting through the trees.
Jack had a feeling that he was probably going to end up running
into some unsuspecting family and end up flat on his ass, but as long as he was running away from Daniel and his too-meaningful
eyebrows, he didn't much care. Besides, if he got to knock out the screaming child and her hairless-mother, then that would
just be an added bonus as far as he was concerned.
Briefly, he considered the fact that, if His Royal Eyebrows had
interrupted them just one minute later, Jack would be running with a hard on the size of the Stargate. He decided he'd gotten
off - heh - easy.
They darted in and around the rows and rows of greenery and Jack thought he heard the owner yelling
something about no running, but clearly that guy didn't understand the kind of facial hair he was up against, so he ignored
the warning and kept going.
"Jack! Jack!" Cassie was running blindly through the trees, squealing in delight as he
chased her.
When he finally caught up - collided - with the young brunette, she was laughing and giggling hysterically.
They fell in a tangle of arms and legs, conveniently landing square in the middle of a crowd of people. Their people. Damnit.
Talk
about grace.
"This was fun." Cassie told him firmly, trying to catch her breath without actually trying. She stood,
dusting snow off her thick coat as Jack did the same. "Did you have fun?"
Jack shot a quick glance at Carter and noted
with delight that her cheeks were still flushed pink. "Sure did."
"Can we do this again next Christmas?"
He
was still watching Carter and his thoughts were closer toward a gutter than any kind of angelic symbols. "Hopefully before
then."
"Christmas comes more than once a year? No one told me that!"
Her words managed to find a non-Carter-centric
part of his brain to sink in to and he almost kicked himself. "Uh, no, not what I meant."
"What did you mean?" She
was looking at him expectantly. "Jack?"
He flicked another glance at Carter, who now appeared to be on the verge of
wetting herself with laughter. And so was Daniel. Janet and Teal'c both looked confused.
Sigh.
"I'll tell you
when you're older, Cassie."
***
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