Stargate SG-1: Snowflakes.
It was snowing in my area lately and watching my niece run around in it gave me this idea. Reviewing rocks! So do it if you want.
Stargate doesn't belong to me but if it did I would SO be off finding new worlds but then I wouldn't have time to write for you fine people so it's a good job I don't. OK on with the fiction.
He doesn't get it but she loves them.
She could stand there for hours and watch the snowflakes fall.
She would stand and turn her face to the sky and watch as they turned from swirling black dots against the white sky, the white flakes against the lush green forest around the cabin.
He watched fascinated as she walked around with her eyes shut and her tongue out trying to taste the little drops of heaven.
"Is she still out there?" Sam smiled leaving the kitchen and sitting on Jack's lap across the couch.
"Yeah she's been out there for hours,"
"She'll catch a cold,"
"You'd think that when she got to five she would grow out of it,"
"Yes and just because I'm 19 now doesn't mean I can't have fun," smiled the couples daughter as she came in and placed her clothes by the fire to dry.
"It's you fault anyway you know," she sat in her chair and tried to warm her hands.
"Well," said Sam glaring at Jack, "It was that or Dorothy,"
"Thank god I was born in December then," Smiled Snowflake O'Neill.
Stupid I know but it's just a bit of fun.