Spoilers: Nope, although the story is definitely set no earlier than mid-
fourth season.
Summary: Everyone should get a snow day at least once a winter.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own them. And the book mentioned is by a wonderful author named Lynn Kurland.
Author's note: So the only snow left on the ground is in the little shaded areas. Probably the only snow we'll see all winter and it's almost gone. But it was fun to play in while it lasted. The story has evolved a bit – didn't intend for it to be Sam/Jack, but now that shippiness has reared its fluffy head, I'm going to run with it and see what happens.
Chapter 2
The second time Carter woke up that morning was infinitely better than the first. No alarm clock, no boy band. However, there was this really nice, warm, fuzzy dream that she rolled out of about 10:30. Deciding that it would be a bad idea to dwell on said dream – no matter how nice – she hopped out of bed. Amazing what real sleep did for a person.
Check out the window – still snowing. Quick shower, then leisurely breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes and coffee. Sam wasn't even sure when she'd bought the chocolate chips, but they didn't ever go bad, right? She'd actually eaten at the table and read the newspaper. The last time the two activities had coincided at that location was, oh, six months ago. Or so.
Later on, curled up on the couch under an afghan her mother had made, Sam was reading when the phone rang.
"Hey, Carter."
"Afternoon, Colonel."
"Whatcha doing?"
"Reading a book."
"Anything good?"
Sam looked at the cover of her book: The More I See You. It was by one of her favorite authors. Not a bodice-ripper, but it was definitely fluff. "You'd hate it, sir."
She imagined him raising his eyebrows in question, but he didn't comment further on her reading material. Which was good, because she couldn't imagine explaining to Jack her secret affinity for historical romances, even those with a time-travel theme.
"So, Colonel, are we still on for this afternoon?"
"We are indeed, Major. Operation Snow Day is in the initial stages of execution. I'm on my way to get Teal'c."
"How's he getting out of the mountain?"
"He asked nicely."
"Seriously, sir."
"No, really. He asked Hammond if he could leave the base. Didn't blow our cover, though. Made up some story about wanting to observe the Tauri reaction to snow. By the way, any movie preferences? Daniel said no chick flicks."
"With all due respect, sir, that really sounds like something you'd say."
"Carter, are you implying that Danny likes chick flicks?"
She smiled. "Uh, no, sir."
"Cause I'm gonna have to tell him you said that."
"Just to be on the safe side, sir, you can give him my vote."
"Okay, you just remember that when he makes us watch Armageddon again."
"I'll keep that in mind, Colonel."
"We'll be over in a bit. You need us to pick up anything else."
"No, sir. Be careful driving over."
"Oh, don't worry about us, Carter. I drive a big truck, which means I am naturally impervious to harm."
"Of course you are, sir. I'll see you in a bit."
Sam hung up the phone and stretched. Time to get up and do a few things around the house. She'd have to finish the book later; besides, after they left it would be good to remind herself that some people got a happy ending.
Carter opened the door after she heard a loud thwump against the wood. Clumps of snow lay around the door, thrown by one of the three men making their way up the walk.
"You know, you could've knocked," she called out.
Daniel answered, "Jack was teaching Teal'c how to make the perfect snowball."
"Another one of your secret weapons, sir?"
"Oh, yeah."
She followed them into the house. Daniel headed for the kitchen with a grocery bag, Teal'c following, and Jack walked into the living room where he set a handful of videos on the table next to the TV.
"Hey, Carter. What's this?"
"What's what, sir?" She walked into the room to see him holding her book. He looked at her for a long moment.
"I didn't know you read these."
There's a lot you don't know about me, she thought. But what she said was, "It's just brain candy. A little bit of escapism."
"You need to escape?" There was that look again.
"Yeah, sometimes," she said somewhat defensively. She moved to take the book from him, which put her a little closer to him than she probably needed to be at that moment. Then that little rebellious streak popped up again and she plucked the book out of his hand. "From that part of my life anyway," she said, matching his look with her own, then turning to put the book facedown on a nearby shelf.
"Guys," Daniel said from the doorway, "You ready?"
Sam looked at him and brightly said, "Let's go."
The park close to Sam's house was a stretch of land with a playground in the center and clumps of trees surrounding picnic tables scattered about. The group walked there, explaining the concept of snowball fights to Teal'c along the way.
"There is no purpose, Teal'c. It's just supposed to be fun." Jack said, for the fourth time.
"I thought we were using the opportunity to train DanielJackson in tactical strategy."
"Hey, I can hold my own in a snowball fight," Daniel said.
"Whatever you say, Danny. But watch your back – I've been trained for this sort of thing. Snowballs, grenades…no big difference."
"Uh, Jack, you have to actually hit something with a snowball. No explosion, you know."
"I know that, Daniel. I'm just saying, I'm good at throwing things."
"So, you're both saying you don't need any help?" Sam asked.
They two men looked at each other, shrugged and said, "Yeah."
"Every person for themselves?"
"Well," Jack said, "Teal'c might need some help."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
"Or not."
"I think we can each manage on our own."
Daniel knew better than to ask Sam if she wanted a partner. Jack did too, but he couldn't resist teasing her. "How about you, Carter? Need any help?"
Sam smiled innocently at the three men. "I'll be fine." Like lambs to the slaughter, they were. This was going to be fun.
The three lambs, uh men, looked at her, then at each other. They were in so much trouble.
Summary: Everyone should get a snow day at least once a winter.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own them. And the book mentioned is by a wonderful author named Lynn Kurland.
Author's note: So the only snow left on the ground is in the little shaded areas. Probably the only snow we'll see all winter and it's almost gone. But it was fun to play in while it lasted. The story has evolved a bit – didn't intend for it to be Sam/Jack, but now that shippiness has reared its fluffy head, I'm going to run with it and see what happens.
Chapter 2
The second time Carter woke up that morning was infinitely better than the first. No alarm clock, no boy band. However, there was this really nice, warm, fuzzy dream that she rolled out of about 10:30. Deciding that it would be a bad idea to dwell on said dream – no matter how nice – she hopped out of bed. Amazing what real sleep did for a person.
Check out the window – still snowing. Quick shower, then leisurely breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes and coffee. Sam wasn't even sure when she'd bought the chocolate chips, but they didn't ever go bad, right? She'd actually eaten at the table and read the newspaper. The last time the two activities had coincided at that location was, oh, six months ago. Or so.
Later on, curled up on the couch under an afghan her mother had made, Sam was reading when the phone rang.
"Hey, Carter."
"Afternoon, Colonel."
"Whatcha doing?"
"Reading a book."
"Anything good?"
Sam looked at the cover of her book: The More I See You. It was by one of her favorite authors. Not a bodice-ripper, but it was definitely fluff. "You'd hate it, sir."
She imagined him raising his eyebrows in question, but he didn't comment further on her reading material. Which was good, because she couldn't imagine explaining to Jack her secret affinity for historical romances, even those with a time-travel theme.
"So, Colonel, are we still on for this afternoon?"
"We are indeed, Major. Operation Snow Day is in the initial stages of execution. I'm on my way to get Teal'c."
"How's he getting out of the mountain?"
"He asked nicely."
"Seriously, sir."
"No, really. He asked Hammond if he could leave the base. Didn't blow our cover, though. Made up some story about wanting to observe the Tauri reaction to snow. By the way, any movie preferences? Daniel said no chick flicks."
"With all due respect, sir, that really sounds like something you'd say."
"Carter, are you implying that Danny likes chick flicks?"
She smiled. "Uh, no, sir."
"Cause I'm gonna have to tell him you said that."
"Just to be on the safe side, sir, you can give him my vote."
"Okay, you just remember that when he makes us watch Armageddon again."
"I'll keep that in mind, Colonel."
"We'll be over in a bit. You need us to pick up anything else."
"No, sir. Be careful driving over."
"Oh, don't worry about us, Carter. I drive a big truck, which means I am naturally impervious to harm."
"Of course you are, sir. I'll see you in a bit."
Sam hung up the phone and stretched. Time to get up and do a few things around the house. She'd have to finish the book later; besides, after they left it would be good to remind herself that some people got a happy ending.
Carter opened the door after she heard a loud thwump against the wood. Clumps of snow lay around the door, thrown by one of the three men making their way up the walk.
"You know, you could've knocked," she called out.
Daniel answered, "Jack was teaching Teal'c how to make the perfect snowball."
"Another one of your secret weapons, sir?"
"Oh, yeah."
She followed them into the house. Daniel headed for the kitchen with a grocery bag, Teal'c following, and Jack walked into the living room where he set a handful of videos on the table next to the TV.
"Hey, Carter. What's this?"
"What's what, sir?" She walked into the room to see him holding her book. He looked at her for a long moment.
"I didn't know you read these."
There's a lot you don't know about me, she thought. But what she said was, "It's just brain candy. A little bit of escapism."
"You need to escape?" There was that look again.
"Yeah, sometimes," she said somewhat defensively. She moved to take the book from him, which put her a little closer to him than she probably needed to be at that moment. Then that little rebellious streak popped up again and she plucked the book out of his hand. "From that part of my life anyway," she said, matching his look with her own, then turning to put the book facedown on a nearby shelf.
"Guys," Daniel said from the doorway, "You ready?"
Sam looked at him and brightly said, "Let's go."
The park close to Sam's house was a stretch of land with a playground in the center and clumps of trees surrounding picnic tables scattered about. The group walked there, explaining the concept of snowball fights to Teal'c along the way.
"There is no purpose, Teal'c. It's just supposed to be fun." Jack said, for the fourth time.
"I thought we were using the opportunity to train DanielJackson in tactical strategy."
"Hey, I can hold my own in a snowball fight," Daniel said.
"Whatever you say, Danny. But watch your back – I've been trained for this sort of thing. Snowballs, grenades…no big difference."
"Uh, Jack, you have to actually hit something with a snowball. No explosion, you know."
"I know that, Daniel. I'm just saying, I'm good at throwing things."
"So, you're both saying you don't need any help?" Sam asked.
They two men looked at each other, shrugged and said, "Yeah."
"Every person for themselves?"
"Well," Jack said, "Teal'c might need some help."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow.
"Or not."
"I think we can each manage on our own."
Daniel knew better than to ask Sam if she wanted a partner. Jack did too, but he couldn't resist teasing her. "How about you, Carter? Need any help?"
Sam smiled innocently at the three men. "I'll be fine." Like lambs to the slaughter, they were. This was going to be fun.
The three lambs, uh men, looked at her, then at each other. They were in so much trouble.
