January 11th

A/N: I, Brighid, blah blah blah, own nothing, blah blah blah, play with Jack and Sam, blah blah blah.

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"Hey Sam," Daniel started as he popped his head into her lab, "I have a question for you. You busy?"

She looked up from her computer, "Not really. What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about New Year's Eve."

A sigh escaped her lips, and she quickly dropped her eyes back to her computer. "I don't want to talk about it."

"It's been nearly two weeks. I think we need too."

Her blue eyes caught his, "Daniel. Please. It was just a kiss at the stroke of midnight."

He placed his hands on the lab table that was in front of him. "Sam."

"It was just as little kiss. Look, Brighid didn't even write about it. What does that tell you?"

"That tells me that she couldn't find the words to describe what happened."

"You are not going to let this go are you?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. "Nope."

"Well what would you like for me to do? Do you want me to apologize?"

"I think that would be a start. It was unsettling to say the least."

Sam dropped her head into her hands, and a deep sigh escaped from her parched throat. "Fine. Fine." She swung her legs off of the chair and stood. "I can't do it here. This is my space."

They left her lab walking side by side.

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It was only a few minutes before they reached where the man in question worked inside the mountain. Sam stopped suddenly, and Daniel bumped into her.

"Sam."

"I can't do this Daniel. It's insulting."

He looked over his glasses at her, "Sam…" he said, drawing it out.

"Can't I just buy him a fruit basket? He would like a fruit basket." She uttered nodding.

"You are spending way too much time with Jack." Daniel said under his breath.

"What?" She retorted indignantly.

"Oh, nothing. Now let's go." He said as he pushed her unceremoniously through the door.

Sam slowly walked over to the man that she locked lips with. She tapped him on the shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"

The man jumped when her hand came into contact with his physical being. He had been on edge since that fateful New Year's Eve. First he was having a great conversation with a co-worker, and then next thing he knows, the lips that only Samantha Carter could own were touching his.

Sam took a deep breath before she started. "Listen Walter, about New Year's Eve..."

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Fin.

It's crackfic. It's supposed to be clichéd.

Well? I promised Holiday stories... I just didn't saw when I was going to post them.