Operation Snow
AN: Just a little fluffy (or should that be slushy? lol) fic in honour of the Shipmas Celebration over at the Sam/Jack thread at GW.
Disclaimer: Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is Jack…..But I've been such a good girl!
Summary: S/J established. Jack's clearing the snow from his driveway, when an unsuspecting visitor gets a snowy surprise.
Spoiler: Slight Solitudes.
Jack had always hated shoveling snow. He'd much rather be on the sofa enjoying a beer and Homer, with his fire roaring. But he had to admit, this time, it had turned out to be not so cold and tiresome. He'd called on all his black ops training; his many years of covert observation, attack and run missions, hand to hand combat. Oh yeah, and hockey playing.
After dealing with the front steps and path, he'd moved on to the driveway and freed his truck. It had taken a great deal of exertion, and Jack was more than ready for a break when he heard the tell tale roar of an Indian, and a few seconds later, footsteps heading towards him. He quickly ducked behind the truck, a look of anticipation and mischief on his face.
He let the footsteps pass him before sneaking a glance around the back of truck. In the space of a heartbeat he'd zeroed in on his quarry, formulated the plan of attack and put it into action.
He tackled the unsuspecting visitor full belt, smooshed a snowball down her neck, regained his feet and was retreating to the safety of his house before she'd known what'd hit her. Or so he'd thought.
Course, she knew instantly what – or rather, who had tackled her. In fact, she'd been expecting it when she caught the flash of his bright jacket reflecting from the side mirror of his truck.
She'd been ready for the attack (although the snow down her neck was a bit of a shock). She'd thrust herself up from the snowy bank that Jack'd been shoveling, already moulding the perfect slushy snowball. Before he got to the door of his sanctuary, she'd let fly.
THWACK!
Sam collapsed in gales of laughter at the shock on Jack's face. She knew she was in for it (despite the fact he'd started it) but at that moment, she really just didn't care. She knew she could match him.
Jack recovered quickly, and bent on revenge turned…..and stopped. The light of laughter and joy was radiating from Sam's face. She was beautiful. He stood, transfixed. After a few moments, he regained control of his limbs and walked over to her. He offered his hand to help her up, wanting to feel her hand in his, wanting to gather her into his arms and share in her joy.
Sam reached up to him, still laughing. A quick yank was all it took to have him lying in the snow beside her.
"Happy Christmas Jack." She snuggled into his neck.
He considered moving, getting his backside out of the wet, slushy, snow, but having Carter in his arms was what he'd wanted afterall.
"You too, Carter." He kissed her cheek, and drew her closer.
Sam started giggling.
"Is that your sidearm?"