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Five annual traditions that take place at the SGC in December.
Title: Five annual traditions that take place at the SGC in December.
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 781
Spoilers: None
By:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellifer_fic
Category: Team
Notes: For one of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sg1_five_things prompts. Already unscreened hence the posting here as well.
Summary: It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
-1-
“Dammit!”
Jack is scowling when he throws himself into his favourite chair in Sam’s office.
“What?”
“Mitchell,” Jack growls and Sam gives up on the device SG22 brought back from their latest mission, knowing that she’s not going to get work down with Jack pouting. He’s in a mood where he needs to vent to someone. It’s nice to have him back in the Mountain for short visits, especially with Christmas coming up, but it seems like he’s not giving the new leader of SG-1 much of a chance.
“Sir, I’m sure you’ll like him if you just give him-” Sam starts to say but Jack leans forward and grumbles,
“Cost me fifty bucks!”
“What?” Sam just stares at Jack.
“He did it, son of a bitch. And his first year here too!” Jack gets up, flinging himself around Sam’s office like a teenage girl having a tantrum and Sam hides her grin behind her hand.
“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?” she asks, trying to edge her way towards her office door without Jack noticing.
“Yes.”
“And he’s still…?”
“So far as I know…wait! Where do you think you’re going?” Jack demands.
No one knows how it started, but it’s become an annual competition to get Daniel Jackson locked out of his office butt-naked. Whoever manages the feat between December twenty and twenty-five wins fifty dollars off every officer above a Captain currently residing in Cheyenne Mountain.
Every now and again Sam feels bad about not clueing Daniel into why he manages to find himself in the halls of the Mountain naked every year about the same time.
Then she remembers what a whole staff of nurses would do to her.
“I just need some… air,” Sam lies blatantly, tipping a grin before she pelts down the hall, following the sounds of whistling and cat-calling.
-2-
“It’s not quite the same without him,” Sam says, looking at her feet.
“Just think of it as a homage,” Cameron quips, leaning sideways to poke Sam in the ribs with his nine-iron.
“Just as long as Teal’c doesn’t hook like he did last year and get me in the eye,” Daniel grumbles.
“Rest assured Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c says. “Hitting you will not be an accident this year.”
“Alright kids, enough,” Cameron laughs, pausing long enough to point out to Vala that she is holding her club by the wrong end and toeing his ball into position. “Walter, would you do the honors?”
There is the sound of Walter clearing his throat and then he yells into the loudspeaker, “Four!”
Five golf balls hit the open Event Horizon just as Landry rounds the corner.
-3-
“Stay out of Sam’s way!” Daniel calls as he pelts past Cameron in the hallway, leaving the cafeteria at an amazingly fast clip.
“Why?” Cameron asks as he steps through the swinging doors and manages to duck a dessert glass full of green jello that explodes on impact with the wall.
“I haven’t slept for thirty-six hours, the fate of the world is in my hands and you-“ Sam says, pointing an accusing finger at a cowering cafeteria staffer. “Are trying to tell me there’s no blue jello?”
“It’s Christmas,” the man bleats, waving a hand at the row of green and red jello in the display case.
Cameron lowers himself into a seat next to Teal’c, who has a plate heaped with turkey and vegetables and is devouring without looking up.
“Does this happen every year?” Cameron asks in the low voice and Teal’c looks at him, pausing in his chewing.
“Indeed.”
-4-
“So, we’re agreed. No Christmas decorations offworld,” Sam finishes, stepping back.
“Tinsel as traditional war garb. Who would’ve thunk it?” Cameron snorts.
“It’s not exactly tinsel,” Daniel corrected, picking up a piece of feathered gold and red thread that looked, for all intents and purposes, like tinsel.
“Still, lets assume that sending a decorated team through the ‘gate each year is one tradition we won’t be observing anymore. I’m sure Dixon, once he gets the arrow out of his…ah… posterior, would agree,” Landry said, trying to sound stern but not being able to hide the sparkle in his eye.
-5-
“Merry Christmas,” Sam says, holding up her canteen.
“Happy New Year,” Cameron adds, touching his to Sam’s.
“You two are way too chipper. Did someone spike your water?” Daniel asks, threading his arms through the bars between his cell and Sam and Cameron’s. Teal’c is sitting, looking calm as always, in a cell across the hall.
“C’mon. We’d gone twelve months without being held prisoner-“
“Um, I-“
“All together, Daniel,” Cameron says, rolling his eyes. “This just rounds out the year nicely.”
“Fine,” Daniel grumps, wedging his canteen up against the bars so it can be clicked as well.
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 781
Spoilers: None
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: Team
Notes: For one of the
sg1_five_things prompts. Already unscreened hence the posting here as well. Summary: It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
“Dammit!”
Jack is scowling when he throws himself into his favourite chair in Sam’s office.
“What?”
“Mitchell,” Jack growls and Sam gives up on the device SG22 brought back from their latest mission, knowing that she’s not going to get work down with Jack pouting. He’s in a mood where he needs to vent to someone. It’s nice to have him back in the Mountain for short visits, especially with Christmas coming up, but it seems like he’s not giving the new leader of SG-1 much of a chance.
“Sir, I’m sure you’ll like him if you just give him-” Sam starts to say but Jack leans forward and grumbles,
“Cost me fifty bucks!”
“What?” Sam just stares at Jack.
“He did it, son of a bitch. And his first year here too!” Jack gets up, flinging himself around Sam’s office like a teenage girl having a tantrum and Sam hides her grin behind her hand.
“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?” she asks, trying to edge her way towards her office door without Jack noticing.
“Yes.”
“And he’s still…?”
“So far as I know…wait! Where do you think you’re going?” Jack demands.
No one knows how it started, but it’s become an annual competition to get Daniel Jackson locked out of his office butt-naked. Whoever manages the feat between December twenty and twenty-five wins fifty dollars off every officer above a Captain currently residing in Cheyenne Mountain.
Every now and again Sam feels bad about not clueing Daniel into why he manages to find himself in the halls of the Mountain naked every year about the same time.
Then she remembers what a whole staff of nurses would do to her.
“I just need some… air,” Sam lies blatantly, tipping a grin before she pelts down the hall, following the sounds of whistling and cat-calling.
“It’s not quite the same without him,” Sam says, looking at her feet.
“Just think of it as a homage,” Cameron quips, leaning sideways to poke Sam in the ribs with his nine-iron.
“Just as long as Teal’c doesn’t hook like he did last year and get me in the eye,” Daniel grumbles.
“Rest assured Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c says. “Hitting you will not be an accident this year.”
“Alright kids, enough,” Cameron laughs, pausing long enough to point out to Vala that she is holding her club by the wrong end and toeing his ball into position. “Walter, would you do the honors?”
There is the sound of Walter clearing his throat and then he yells into the loudspeaker, “Four!”
Five golf balls hit the open Event Horizon just as Landry rounds the corner.
“Stay out of Sam’s way!” Daniel calls as he pelts past Cameron in the hallway, leaving the cafeteria at an amazingly fast clip.
“Why?” Cameron asks as he steps through the swinging doors and manages to duck a dessert glass full of green jello that explodes on impact with the wall.
“I haven’t slept for thirty-six hours, the fate of the world is in my hands and you-“ Sam says, pointing an accusing finger at a cowering cafeteria staffer. “Are trying to tell me there’s no blue jello?”
“It’s Christmas,” the man bleats, waving a hand at the row of green and red jello in the display case.
Cameron lowers himself into a seat next to Teal’c, who has a plate heaped with turkey and vegetables and is devouring without looking up.
“Does this happen every year?” Cameron asks in the low voice and Teal’c looks at him, pausing in his chewing.
“Indeed.”
“So, we’re agreed. No Christmas decorations offworld,” Sam finishes, stepping back.
“Tinsel as traditional war garb. Who would’ve thunk it?” Cameron snorts.
“It’s not exactly tinsel,” Daniel corrected, picking up a piece of feathered gold and red thread that looked, for all intents and purposes, like tinsel.
“Still, lets assume that sending a decorated team through the ‘gate each year is one tradition we won’t be observing anymore. I’m sure Dixon, once he gets the arrow out of his…ah… posterior, would agree,” Landry said, trying to sound stern but not being able to hide the sparkle in his eye.
“Merry Christmas,” Sam says, holding up her canteen.
“Happy New Year,” Cameron adds, touching his to Sam’s.
“You two are way too chipper. Did someone spike your water?” Daniel asks, threading his arms through the bars between his cell and Sam and Cameron’s. Teal’c is sitting, looking calm as always, in a cell across the hall.
“C’mon. We’d gone twelve months without being held prisoner-“
“Um, I-“
“All together, Daniel,” Cameron says, rolling his eyes. “This just rounds out the year nicely.”
“Fine,” Daniel grumps, wedging his canteen up against the bars so it can be clicked as well.
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Poor Daniel. Lucky Sam. :)
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That's just made my Christmas!!
and Blue Jello love! and golf balls! and ironic statements about being captured with sly digs at Daniel!
*grins*
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"Fine!" Daniel grumps." Daniel grumps, exactly, I love that line..I can see his face now:p
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Wot? It's just such a lovely image. Mmmmmm.......
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ok those are cheering me up a lot
thank you for spreading the cheer
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So Perfect
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but then i am a fan of your writing anyway :)
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You have renewed my SG love! I needed that boost.
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These were great, had to try not to laugh too loudly (everyones asleep oops!)
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Nr.1, is just...classic and FANTASTIC!!!
*howl with laughter!*
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