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Chapter 2: The Pied Piper of SG-1
A short time later, Sam hesitantly walked into the debriefing room where the Christmas party was being held. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, Jack isn't here yet." She nearly jumped out of her skin as a flash of green velveteen hat drifted by.
"Are you feeling okay Sam?" Jonas asked, stopping to study her face in concern.
Sam laughed weakly. "Oh, it's only you. Hey I didn't know you were an elf too?" she questioned curiously.
Jonas laughed. "What kind of Santa would only have one elf? Well, Colonel O'Neill should be here soon. I had better get in position. See you later," he waved.
"You betcha." Sam pasted on a smile. "Yeah."
Hurriedly, Daniel rushed into the room, not wanting to be late. He was actually looking forward to this. Normally, Janet would have melted at the sight of his rare, boyish grins, but not tonight. Her petite face set in grim determination, she stepped into his path. Daniel stopped short, and leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Hey hon."
Janet laid a hand on his arm. "Actually Daniel, I need to talk to you about what happened earlier?"
"Wha, what?" he stammered. "What happened earlier?"
"Cassandra saw you with Sam?" she questioned diplomatically, uncertainty and hurt in her eyes.
"No, Sam was with me," Jack answered easily, coming up behind them, his fat, red suit poking the dynamic duo. Jack turned a slight shade of red. "Sam and I were just - talking," he stammered.
Janet smiled conspiratorially. "Not from what I hear."
She leaned up and gave Daniel a kiss on the cheek. "See you later Daniel, Colonel."
"Th, thanks. I guess you saved my butt there," Daniel laughed nervously.
"Darn straight I did. Some of us around here don't inhabit outer space as much as others," Jack smirked walking away.
Daniel drew his brows together and stuck out his lower lip in a frown.
Jack felt his palms start to sweat as he mingled with his fellow friends and co-workers. He still hadn't seen Sam, and the kids would be here any minute. Sure enough, a moment later, Major Davis came through the door, a horde of children behind him.
"And that boys and girls, is where our people work."
Jack rolled his eyes beneath his bushy, white brows. "The man needs to spend some quality time with children. Uhh!" Jack wheezed, taken off guard, as dozens of children huddled around Jack like linebackers, wrapping their small arms around his jelly belly waist.
"He, I mean ho, ho, ho!" he croaked out. Sam, as yet unseen by the Colonel, watched from a distant corner, muffling her giggles.
Jack's eyebrow raised. "What's that, I hear giggling!" Fearing discovery, Sam instantly shut-up. The children covered their mouths as well, giggling. "You laughing at me!" he boomed, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Finally Jack sat down on the chair, two elves suddenly appearing at his side. He pulled a petite, freckle-faced girl into his lap. "How would you like to meet Mrs. Claus?"
Sam glared, seething inwardly. "How dare he place me in such a . . ." she trailed off guiltily. "This isn't about Jack or myself, this is about them." Quickly, she disappeared through the side door without being discovered. A moment later, a woman with white hair and small, round spectacles appeared. In a rickety voice she called, "Why children, it's so good to see you!"
Their eyes alight, they cried "Mrs. Claus!"
Jack grinned at her. "Why dear, you haven't aged in 100 years."
Sam grinned back. "I assure you Mr. Claus, you don't look a day over 200."
"A hem," Daniel interrupted. "Why don't we begin asking these good little boys and girls what they want for Christmas," he strongly suggested.
Moving the little girl to his knee, Jack picked up a frail-looking boy, depositing him gently on his other knee.
Looking up at him through bespectacled eyes, timidly, the boy asked, "Santa, where are your reindeer?"
Taken aback, Jack stammered, "Well, ah . . ."
Ambling through the doorway on all fours, Teal'c responded, "Here I am."
If anyone would like to borrow this story, please ask first, thanks! :)
Chapter 2: The Pied Piper of SG-1
A short time later, Sam hesitantly walked into the debriefing room where the Christmas party was being held. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, Jack isn't here yet." She nearly jumped out of her skin as a flash of green velveteen hat drifted by.
"Are you feeling okay Sam?" Jonas asked, stopping to study her face in concern.
Sam laughed weakly. "Oh, it's only you. Hey I didn't know you were an elf too?" she questioned curiously.
Jonas laughed. "What kind of Santa would only have one elf? Well, Colonel O'Neill should be here soon. I had better get in position. See you later," he waved.
"You betcha." Sam pasted on a smile. "Yeah."
Hurriedly, Daniel rushed into the room, not wanting to be late. He was actually looking forward to this. Normally, Janet would have melted at the sight of his rare, boyish grins, but not tonight. Her petite face set in grim determination, she stepped into his path. Daniel stopped short, and leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Hey hon."
Janet laid a hand on his arm. "Actually Daniel, I need to talk to you about what happened earlier?"
"Wha, what?" he stammered. "What happened earlier?"
"Cassandra saw you with Sam?" she questioned diplomatically, uncertainty and hurt in her eyes.
"No, Sam was with me," Jack answered easily, coming up behind them, his fat, red suit poking the dynamic duo. Jack turned a slight shade of red. "Sam and I were just - talking," he stammered.
Janet smiled conspiratorially. "Not from what I hear."
She leaned up and gave Daniel a kiss on the cheek. "See you later Daniel, Colonel."
"Th, thanks. I guess you saved my butt there," Daniel laughed nervously.
"Darn straight I did. Some of us around here don't inhabit outer space as much as others," Jack smirked walking away.
Daniel drew his brows together and stuck out his lower lip in a frown.
Jack felt his palms start to sweat as he mingled with his fellow friends and co-workers. He still hadn't seen Sam, and the kids would be here any minute. Sure enough, a moment later, Major Davis came through the door, a horde of children behind him.
"And that boys and girls, is where our people work."
Jack rolled his eyes beneath his bushy, white brows. "The man needs to spend some quality time with children. Uhh!" Jack wheezed, taken off guard, as dozens of children huddled around Jack like linebackers, wrapping their small arms around his jelly belly waist.
"He, I mean ho, ho, ho!" he croaked out. Sam, as yet unseen by the Colonel, watched from a distant corner, muffling her giggles.
Jack's eyebrow raised. "What's that, I hear giggling!" Fearing discovery, Sam instantly shut-up. The children covered their mouths as well, giggling. "You laughing at me!" he boomed, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Finally Jack sat down on the chair, two elves suddenly appearing at his side. He pulled a petite, freckle-faced girl into his lap. "How would you like to meet Mrs. Claus?"
Sam glared, seething inwardly. "How dare he place me in such a . . ." she trailed off guiltily. "This isn't about Jack or myself, this is about them." Quickly, she disappeared through the side door without being discovered. A moment later, a woman with white hair and small, round spectacles appeared. In a rickety voice she called, "Why children, it's so good to see you!"
Their eyes alight, they cried "Mrs. Claus!"
Jack grinned at her. "Why dear, you haven't aged in 100 years."
Sam grinned back. "I assure you Mr. Claus, you don't look a day over 200."
"A hem," Daniel interrupted. "Why don't we begin asking these good little boys and girls what they want for Christmas," he strongly suggested.
Moving the little girl to his knee, Jack picked up a frail-looking boy, depositing him gently on his other knee.
Looking up at him through bespectacled eyes, timidly, the boy asked, "Santa, where are your reindeer?"
Taken aback, Jack stammered, "Well, ah . . ."
Ambling through the doorway on all fours, Teal'c responded, "Here I am."