Title: Wormhole Mistletoe

Disclaimer: Not mine. But Santa can give them to me anytime!

Summary: Someone decided to put mistletoe on the Stargate. Sam and Jack are the only members of SG1 due to return. Care to see what happens? S/J

Timeline: Post Chimera, Pre The Lost City.

A/N: Mistletoe is traditionally hung over doorways, but I thought, if we have a very big circular, wormhole door that could work too, right?

Dedicated to:

Waddles52 for doing HEAPS of betaing this year for me, and advising me on mini dramas!!

Oneillroxmyworld- for having fantastic taste in TV shows and laughing together about SG1's latest antics.

Riverstar- always for doing me heaps of huge favours and being around to discuss shows.

Aingeal/Bekki- Being a great buddy, being there to talk, the cap and talking about random topics. Thanks for your HUGE contribution to this fic!

Dinou and Vicky- sticking around with my weird fics, antics and comments! And generally just for putting up with me.

Nicola and Steph: For being great friends all year and helping me with my fics!

And to EVERYONE who watches Stargate and doesn't like Pete, and loves Sam/Jack!

A/N2: This fic is really weird? It kinda got typed up without proper brain activity!

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Stargate Command

Dr Daniel Jackson, resident 'Spacemonkey' (amongst other things) walked down the grey concrete halls of the SGC, whistling happily. He'd just been on a mission to translate a wall, a wall full of Ancient texts, to be precise. But that wasn't why he was so happy.

Daniel was happy, no wait – excited because one it was Christmas time, and two, he was going to play a trick on his two military team-mates, with General Hammond's permission of course. He was about to go see.

He knocked on the window of the Base Commander's office and peered in, a grin still on his face.

"Come in."

"General."

"Dr. Jackson. What can I do for you?"

"I need to get permission to use the Stargate."

"Why don't you sit down, son." General Hammond said indicating the chair on the other side of his desk. "Now, where do you want to go."

Daniel sat down, and tried to smother the mischievous grin on his face. " I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to use it to 'improve relations in SG1' so to speak and send them off to some planet, preferably with trees to, amuse, the Colonel."

"And how do you propose we do that?" Hammond said, leaning forward conspiratorially. He might be the commander of the SGC, but he wasn't a fool. He knew what certain officers tried to hide.

"Mistletoe is traditionally hung over doorways, but I thought, if since have a rather big Stargate that could work too right?"

" Not a bad idea. Surely frat regs don't cover harmless Christmas traditions." Hammond reasoned. "You have a go, Doctor. But if anything gets out of hand, you bear FULL responsibility, understood Doctor? Briefing will be at 1500 today."

"Of course. Thankyou General." Daniel stood to leave, and with an evil grin he asked. "There is one other thing?"

1500

SGC Briefing Room

Stargate Command

"So WHY are we going to this planet again, Carter?" Jack O'Neill whispered to his 2IC, who was sitting next to him, seemingly listening intently. Once Daniel had said what planet they were going to go to, and there was absolutely no threat, he'd tuned out.

"Supposed to have Goa'uld texts. Daniel's idea, sir."

"Didn't he just come back from a mission this morning with slabs of Ancient walls?"

"Yes, sir."

"Kid needs to get out more." He said before returning his attention to the stick figures he was etching into the bottom of his boots.

Teal'c was looking stoic, as usual. Although Jack could have sworn that there was a look of deliberate boredom on the Jaffa's face. The alien always tried to be respectful and pay attention to whom ever was speaking. This appeared to be one of the times where boredom won over.

Sam had initially been doubtful of what the planet held, but when Daniel mentioned that there might be Naquadria on the planet, she'd started paying attention. Until it he'd started in on more translations, then she leaned back in her chair and let herself watch the Colonel…

Watch his childish behaviour, unabashedly showing he had no interest in the meeting at all, take in his handsome features…. She shook her head; she was NOT supposed to be thinking about her CO that way. Carter was happy the way her relationship with the Colonel was though, even if it was 'supposed' to be strictly professional. They both knew it went beyond that, even that of close friends.

In the wake of recent events, they'd become a lot closer. They spent more time together. There were more glances and touches. Whenever they were in her lab alone, he seemed to want to touch her or be in her space. Sam would normally find this behaviour creepy of a man, and especially strange of a military officer, but she'd worked alongside this man for eight years now, and she welcomed his touch.

He had an aura about him that made him seem further away than he really was, physically and emotionally. He could be leaning over her shoulder, his lips almost touching her ear, and sometimes Carter would think nothing of it, being so comfortable and used to him. But Samantha Carter, would react and secretly marvel at his closeness, and indulge her senses of him discretely.

Occasionally if one was going nuts in the hallway or wherever, the other would grab their arms, and give them a shake. Their hands would linger for a while before they remembered their identities and location. Their relationship wasn't one typical of what transpires between An Airforce Colonel and Major.

And while she didn't doubt for a second that he cared, hell he put her life in front of his, Sam wasn't sure that he had the same feelings for her as she did for him.

Even if he did, it wasn't like she could just drop her relationship with Pete anyway. Her brother, a close friend of Pete's had been talking about engagements, and Sam was expecting a proposal or something soon, and she was dreading it.

Still, it couldn't hurt for a kiss from her Colonel during Christmas right? If it ever came down that it, that is.

Jack, as usual was entertaining himself inconspicuously. Well, at least he was trying not to be noticed, but he wasn't doing very well. At first he'd chucked paper pieces into Daniel's coffee mug, until the younger man unknowingly took a drink. Jack had at least had the grace to try to pretend to look sorry.

But his mind was about as far away from being sorry as you could get. Jack's thoughts weren't all that different from Sam's. Same relationship, 'Pete-in-the-way' line of thought. If things had been different, if she'd been a civilian or he were retired, Jack had no doubt that he would have done something about 'it' a long time ago.

The touches, the glances and the whole game were slowly undoing his Special Ops façade. Sometimes Jack O' Neill wondered if he didn't purposely do those things to claim her as his own on base, all the while knowing she could never be his. He'd done Covert Red and Black ops and never faltered, and yet, she seemed to be his strength and weakness.

To Jack, it was just so hard to think of having a significant other, other than Samantha Carter. It didn't help that in all the alternate realities and alike, their opposites had managed to get together or at least have 'the spark'. It also didn't help that they'd kissed a few times either. Jack just wanted a kiss from Samantha this year. Free of time loops, viruses or alternate realities? Was that too much to ask? Was it?

It was the 22nd of December, and Jack really didn't want to be on base. Much less off world. It was too bad the base didn't really allow much time for vacation, even during the festive season, otherwise, Jack would have been up in Minnesota, waiting for that ever elusive catch. He wondered if Carter had any plans for Christmas and if he'd be out of line to invite he up to his cabin with him alone. Couldn't hurt to ask, right? It wouldn't be the first time he'd asked.

Luckily, O' Neill and Carter had come up prepared with a very co-ordinated and pitched whine to present to General Hammond. If the planet were really as boring as Daniel made it out to be (unintentionally of course) then maybe they wouldn't have to go after all.

"That just about wraps it up." Daniel sang out in a sing songy way. He looked over to General Hammond.

"You leave at 0900 tomorrow, any questions."

"Yes. General." Jack spoke up. "Do we HAVE to go?" he whined.

"Yes Colonel."

"But SIR! It's Christmas!" This time Carter joined in on what had to be a rehearsed whine. The tug on the edge of his or her lips told everyone else that it was.

"Yes, but I hear that the planet has a wonderful tropical climate."

"So?" Sam said, bordering on insubordination. Jack raised an eyebrow. Carter was going to be a Colonel in no time the way she was going attitude and performance wise, and be right up there with him.

"So don't forget to bring your beach gear! Dismissed" Hammond said. "Teal'c and Dr. Jackson, I need you in my office for a minute."

The General walked out leaving just Sam and Jack gaping. Slowly their faces changed, "Did he just give us permission to wear civvies off world?" Jack asked slowly, a slow smile spreading over his face.

"And go swimming off-world?" Sam added following her CO's line of thought.

"Sweet." Jack finished. "Pie?"

"No thanks, sir."

"All right." He watched his 2IC walk to the door, before adding cheekily, "Don't forget your bikini, Major."

He saw Sam freeze at his words, and prayed he hadn't gone too far. He was reassured as she turned around with an equally naughty smile on her face, "Was that an order, Colonel?"

"Of course." Jack growled, relieved and shooed Carter out of the room.

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