Title: I Know What I Want For Christmas
Summary: Jack and Sam's adventure comes to an end with a startling revelation.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Stargate SG-1, maybe I should ask Santa for Jack, Daniel or Jonas. I also don't have any rights to the songs "I Know What I Want For Christmas" by George Strait and "Please Come Home For Christmas" by the Eagles.
Author's Note: Here is the finale! Anyway I want to thank everyone for the positive feedback throughout the entire series and for all of the suggestions for songs for this chapter. I also want to thank Melissa personally for her song choice (since it appears) and the Female Apophis for her offer to help. After reading her e-mail I suddenly got the inspiration to finish this chapter, so I don't know what you did but thank you for doing it:)
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We can build a little fire
We can sit and talk for hours
We'll just have fun
You can tell me what you did
Christmas morning as a kid
And we'll talk about our Christmases to come
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"Well..." Sam said, clapping her hands to her legs.
"Well..." Jack mimicked.
"I guess you're staying..." Sam continued, not breaking eye contact with her CO.
"Oh no, I was just going to sleep in my truck, really it's okay." Jack replied, face slack of emotion.
Suddenly Sam's features lightened as she grinned at Jack's comment, who dutifully grinned at her grin, "Just drink your coffee."
"Yes ma'am." Jack said as Sam walked around the coffee table and joined him on the couch. The pair sat silently for a few minutes, just enjoying their coffees and the company. Suddenly Jack opened his mouth but kept his eyes locked on his coffee cup, "I remember the last time it snowed like this. It was a few years ago and I had promised Charlie that I would take him sledding and the look of disappointment on his face broke my heart. So I came up with this idea, we got the couch cushions and I duct taped them together and we rode them down the stairs. We did it twice before Sara caught us. She sent Charlie to go and play and I got a talking too."
"I remember a Christmas," Sam interrupted in hopes of cheering Jack up, "I must have been about fourteen, anyway my mom was giving Mark and I dance lessons, you know like a simple waltz, we were listening to "Have Yourself A Merry Christmas" and my dad came in. He tapped Mark on the shoulder and asked if he could cut in, then he and my mom waltzed around the room, my dad singing along to the song. The memory is so fresh and so clear you'd think it was a few moments ago."
"Yeah, time can be funny like that, sometimes it flies by and some parts are forever locked in their own bubble." Jack quipped. A few minutes passed before Jack suddenly said, "I had wanted to name Charlie, Jacob, but as with most things, Sara won the argument."
"Ever since my mom died I promised myself that my first born daughter would be named Elizabeth." Sam said, trying to match Jack's seriousness.
Automatically Jack remembered Sam's mom's name, "I think that Elizabeth is elegant, it's beautiful."
Sam looked over at her CO and smiled, the conversation should have sounded sad but they were both enjoying themselves. "You know what's sort of funny is the name you love so much is my father's name."
"Don't think that the thought was lost to me Miss Carter. Why do you think I enjoy being around him so much?" Jack asked.
"I thought it was because he told embarrassing stories about me if you behaved yourself." Sam could barely contain her laugher when Jack shot her a glance from across the couch. He slowly put his cup down on the coffee table and just watched Sam's delicate features nearly bursting with laughter. Suddenly, with the speed befitting someone much younger, Jack reached out and delicately grabbed the back part of her thigh, which made her buck up, Jack grabbing her mug before she spilt it. He placed it down next to his on the table without letting go of her thigh. He looked back at her and slightly shifted his fingers back and forth, which in turn made Sam squirm and laugh out loud. She had sunk down from leaning on the arm of the couch to laying flat out on the couch, forcing Jack to actually straddle the smaller blonde from the knees down to keep from being shoved off of the couch.
Jack leaned up and whispered into Sam's ear loud enough to be heard over her laughing, "Guess what? I behaved myself so much last time I saw Jacob that he told me that you were ticklish. Give?"
"Give!" Sam breathed and Jack released his grip on her leg. "How much did it cost you?" Sam panted as she slid up a little.
"That you were...a day of behaving myself. Where...one hundred bucks." Jack answered, grinning at Sam as she wiped tears from her eyes.
"At least he didn't sell me out for ten bucks." Sam sighed.
"You kidding me? His only daughter and the only one of his children who has yet to give him grandchildren, he's not going to sell you out for cheap." Jack answered even though there wasn't really a question. He watched Sam's face from his perch above her before realizing what kind of situation he was in. Here he was, an attractive and single man straddling the woman he loved for nearly a decade suddenly the little voice in the back of his head started screaming, 'Abort! What in the hell are you thinking?! She's your 2IC not your Christmas gift!'
Just then the faint ring of a phone echoed throughout the still house and Sam sat up vertically, "That's Mark, he always calls on Christmas."
Jack didn't make a motion to move for a moment then suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, he climbed off of Sam, "Oh yeah of course."
Sam climbed off of the couch and headed to the kitchen to answer the phone. Jack could faintly hear a "Hello" and "Merry Christmas" before he stopped trying. He glanced at the wireless telephone cradle on a table in the corner of the room and noticed that the little operational light was off, 'Her cell phone.' Jack thought to himself as he sat and chided himself for acting like such a dork. After giving himself the third degree, he figured Sam maybe a while on the phone, so he walked over to the little radio she had placed on the top of her mantle and flicked it on. Immediately the quiet twang of piano notes sounded and Jack recognized the song immediately, it had become his Christmas anthem in the last few years. He swayed slightly with the music, murmuring the words, "Please come home for Christmas...Yeah it's Christmas my dear, it's the time of year to be with the one you love..."
Sam walked quietly back into the living room to find Jack singing the Eagles, "Please Come Home For Christmas" to himself. She grinned and stifled a laugh as she cleared her throat and he jumped.
"Ah, hello. You're back. Nice to see you again." Jack stuttered, cheeks slightly red. Sam nodded, wearing a slight grin on her features. Jack pointed at the radio and continued stumbling though his sentences, "I really like that song, I played it last Christmas and...uh..."
"Why would you play such a sad song on Christmas?" Sam asked as she sat down on the couch.
"Well I wasn't in too much of a good mood and the lyrics worked for me." Jack answered as he joined her on the couch.
"Why? Who 'didn't come home for Christmas'?" Sam asked, her grin now fading.
"Oh no, they were home, just not mine." Jack said in a tone that Sam could only figure as seductive or a momentary lapse of who he was talking too. She may be blonde but the lust-burning behind Jack's eyes wasn't past her; actually most things weren't passed her.
"I know it's a little early but do you mind if I open a bottle of wine?" Sam asked as she glanced at Jack.
"Why?" Jack asked, a little confused over Sam's sudden change of subject.
"Because there is something that I want to tell you but I'm afraid if I can't blame alcohol I won't be able to tell you." Sam admitted as she played with her mug.
"It was you." Jack said suddenly with little warning.
"Wha?" Sam asked watching her CO.
"'Please Be Home For Christmas', I wanted *you* to be at my home." Jack said, watching Sam's face.
A small smile crept itself across Sam's face, "I kinda knew that already."
"Well I shared, your turn." Jack said, still keeping his gaze on Sam. "My excuse is the caffeine and the cold."
Sam grinned, "Okay, but I really can't believe I'm about to say this. Ever since our first few missions like the whole 'Touched' incident..." Jack gave Sam a half muddled look, "...my tank-top number." Jack nodded a sudden nod of remembrance with a small smile to boot. "Anyway I've well...daydreamed of what it would be like to be married to you. And every way I've played it in my mind, I'm retired, from active duty at least. You come home from the base everyday to be greeted by our three kids and myself. I don't know...it's just the life I guess I never got but I always wanted."
"Elizabeth, Jacob and Jolinar." Jack murmured under his breath.
Sam choked on the mouth full of coffee she had just taken a sip of, "Excuse me?"
Jack jumped out of his mini-daydream to find Sam's blue eyes studying him. "Oh it's nothing, I just, I've had a lot of dreams on the subject, I mean I had one last night and..."
"And our kids are named Elizabeth, Jacob and Jolinar." Sam finished his sentence, which earned her a confused look from Jack. "Elizabeth, she's oldest, named after my mother, she has your colored hair and my eyes. Then there are the twins, Jacob and Jolinar, who we nicknamed Jake and Joli, they have this strange sandy colored hair and your eyes."
Jack didn't know what to say as his mind screamed, 'I'm going to break something if this is another dream!' Finally his lips stuttered, "How?"
"Because those are the names that I've always imagined as the names of our kids." Sam said, still slightly stunned.
"But...how is it possible for both of us to have the same ideas? I mean especially us. What kind of mind control could do this?" Jack asked watching Sam shake her head.
"No, maybe it's not mind control, maybe it's just two lonely people who, under different circumstances, would have been together a long time ago, feeling what they both need to feel to continue surviving without the other." Sam said with unmistakable passion in her voice.
Suddenly the droning of the radio piped up to an upbeat Christmas ballad and Jack held his hand out to Sam, "May I have this dance?"
Sam gave Jack an odd look for his sudden change in subject but gave him her hand anyway. He led them to the middle of the room and the pair began to waltz.
This is the season for generosity
A time to give and to receive
My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream...
I know what I want for Christmas this year
I hope my note got to Santa on time
I'm a little bit nervous,
It's kind of a big thing I'm asking for
I don't know if I deserve it but, boy, if I get it
I'll never ask for anything more
It shines, it's new
And it's the one wish that I wish would come true
This year for Christmas I just wanna be with you
Jack stared deep into Sam's blue eyes for several moments before she gave him an odd look and he grinned, "What do you say we start working on Elizabeth?"
"Excuse me?" Sam asked slightly taken aback. "What about the regs..."
"Oh screw the regs, you said that you'd retire from active duty after we had a relationship so lets start, I mean we do have three names so we should get started." Jack answered with his "made up my mind and there's no changing it" look.
"But Jack..." Sam's face had suddenly become very red.
"Sam, you only live once. Have the life you always wanted, give me the life I've always wanted. This is it, our chance, our sign."
Sam took a moment to consider how much it took for Jack to say what had just come out of his mouth before taking his hand in hers, "Her middle name is going to be Cheyenne."
Jack followed Sam as she led him down the hall, deeper into the house. Quietly he thought to himself, "Thank you Santa."
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After Thought: Well that's all folks, it didn't end the way that I planned but it took on a life of it's own and decided where it would end. I wish everyone a great Holiday season. ~Cathain
Summary: Jack and Sam's adventure comes to an end with a startling revelation.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Stargate SG-1, maybe I should ask Santa for Jack, Daniel or Jonas. I also don't have any rights to the songs "I Know What I Want For Christmas" by George Strait and "Please Come Home For Christmas" by the Eagles.
Author's Note: Here is the finale! Anyway I want to thank everyone for the positive feedback throughout the entire series and for all of the suggestions for songs for this chapter. I also want to thank Melissa personally for her song choice (since it appears) and the Female Apophis for her offer to help. After reading her e-mail I suddenly got the inspiration to finish this chapter, so I don't know what you did but thank you for doing it:)
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We can build a little fire
We can sit and talk for hours
We'll just have fun
You can tell me what you did
Christmas morning as a kid
And we'll talk about our Christmases to come
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"Well..." Sam said, clapping her hands to her legs.
"Well..." Jack mimicked.
"I guess you're staying..." Sam continued, not breaking eye contact with her CO.
"Oh no, I was just going to sleep in my truck, really it's okay." Jack replied, face slack of emotion.
Suddenly Sam's features lightened as she grinned at Jack's comment, who dutifully grinned at her grin, "Just drink your coffee."
"Yes ma'am." Jack said as Sam walked around the coffee table and joined him on the couch. The pair sat silently for a few minutes, just enjoying their coffees and the company. Suddenly Jack opened his mouth but kept his eyes locked on his coffee cup, "I remember the last time it snowed like this. It was a few years ago and I had promised Charlie that I would take him sledding and the look of disappointment on his face broke my heart. So I came up with this idea, we got the couch cushions and I duct taped them together and we rode them down the stairs. We did it twice before Sara caught us. She sent Charlie to go and play and I got a talking too."
"I remember a Christmas," Sam interrupted in hopes of cheering Jack up, "I must have been about fourteen, anyway my mom was giving Mark and I dance lessons, you know like a simple waltz, we were listening to "Have Yourself A Merry Christmas" and my dad came in. He tapped Mark on the shoulder and asked if he could cut in, then he and my mom waltzed around the room, my dad singing along to the song. The memory is so fresh and so clear you'd think it was a few moments ago."
"Yeah, time can be funny like that, sometimes it flies by and some parts are forever locked in their own bubble." Jack quipped. A few minutes passed before Jack suddenly said, "I had wanted to name Charlie, Jacob, but as with most things, Sara won the argument."
"Ever since my mom died I promised myself that my first born daughter would be named Elizabeth." Sam said, trying to match Jack's seriousness.
Automatically Jack remembered Sam's mom's name, "I think that Elizabeth is elegant, it's beautiful."
Sam looked over at her CO and smiled, the conversation should have sounded sad but they were both enjoying themselves. "You know what's sort of funny is the name you love so much is my father's name."
"Don't think that the thought was lost to me Miss Carter. Why do you think I enjoy being around him so much?" Jack asked.
"I thought it was because he told embarrassing stories about me if you behaved yourself." Sam could barely contain her laugher when Jack shot her a glance from across the couch. He slowly put his cup down on the coffee table and just watched Sam's delicate features nearly bursting with laughter. Suddenly, with the speed befitting someone much younger, Jack reached out and delicately grabbed the back part of her thigh, which made her buck up, Jack grabbing her mug before she spilt it. He placed it down next to his on the table without letting go of her thigh. He looked back at her and slightly shifted his fingers back and forth, which in turn made Sam squirm and laugh out loud. She had sunk down from leaning on the arm of the couch to laying flat out on the couch, forcing Jack to actually straddle the smaller blonde from the knees down to keep from being shoved off of the couch.
Jack leaned up and whispered into Sam's ear loud enough to be heard over her laughing, "Guess what? I behaved myself so much last time I saw Jacob that he told me that you were ticklish. Give?"
"Give!" Sam breathed and Jack released his grip on her leg. "How much did it cost you?" Sam panted as she slid up a little.
"That you were...a day of behaving myself. Where...one hundred bucks." Jack answered, grinning at Sam as she wiped tears from her eyes.
"At least he didn't sell me out for ten bucks." Sam sighed.
"You kidding me? His only daughter and the only one of his children who has yet to give him grandchildren, he's not going to sell you out for cheap." Jack answered even though there wasn't really a question. He watched Sam's face from his perch above her before realizing what kind of situation he was in. Here he was, an attractive and single man straddling the woman he loved for nearly a decade suddenly the little voice in the back of his head started screaming, 'Abort! What in the hell are you thinking?! She's your 2IC not your Christmas gift!'
Just then the faint ring of a phone echoed throughout the still house and Sam sat up vertically, "That's Mark, he always calls on Christmas."
Jack didn't make a motion to move for a moment then suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, he climbed off of Sam, "Oh yeah of course."
Sam climbed off of the couch and headed to the kitchen to answer the phone. Jack could faintly hear a "Hello" and "Merry Christmas" before he stopped trying. He glanced at the wireless telephone cradle on a table in the corner of the room and noticed that the little operational light was off, 'Her cell phone.' Jack thought to himself as he sat and chided himself for acting like such a dork. After giving himself the third degree, he figured Sam maybe a while on the phone, so he walked over to the little radio she had placed on the top of her mantle and flicked it on. Immediately the quiet twang of piano notes sounded and Jack recognized the song immediately, it had become his Christmas anthem in the last few years. He swayed slightly with the music, murmuring the words, "Please come home for Christmas...Yeah it's Christmas my dear, it's the time of year to be with the one you love..."
Sam walked quietly back into the living room to find Jack singing the Eagles, "Please Come Home For Christmas" to himself. She grinned and stifled a laugh as she cleared her throat and he jumped.
"Ah, hello. You're back. Nice to see you again." Jack stuttered, cheeks slightly red. Sam nodded, wearing a slight grin on her features. Jack pointed at the radio and continued stumbling though his sentences, "I really like that song, I played it last Christmas and...uh..."
"Why would you play such a sad song on Christmas?" Sam asked as she sat down on the couch.
"Well I wasn't in too much of a good mood and the lyrics worked for me." Jack answered as he joined her on the couch.
"Why? Who 'didn't come home for Christmas'?" Sam asked, her grin now fading.
"Oh no, they were home, just not mine." Jack said in a tone that Sam could only figure as seductive or a momentary lapse of who he was talking too. She may be blonde but the lust-burning behind Jack's eyes wasn't past her; actually most things weren't passed her.
"I know it's a little early but do you mind if I open a bottle of wine?" Sam asked as she glanced at Jack.
"Why?" Jack asked, a little confused over Sam's sudden change of subject.
"Because there is something that I want to tell you but I'm afraid if I can't blame alcohol I won't be able to tell you." Sam admitted as she played with her mug.
"It was you." Jack said suddenly with little warning.
"Wha?" Sam asked watching her CO.
"'Please Be Home For Christmas', I wanted *you* to be at my home." Jack said, watching Sam's face.
A small smile crept itself across Sam's face, "I kinda knew that already."
"Well I shared, your turn." Jack said, still keeping his gaze on Sam. "My excuse is the caffeine and the cold."
Sam grinned, "Okay, but I really can't believe I'm about to say this. Ever since our first few missions like the whole 'Touched' incident..." Jack gave Sam a half muddled look, "...my tank-top number." Jack nodded a sudden nod of remembrance with a small smile to boot. "Anyway I've well...daydreamed of what it would be like to be married to you. And every way I've played it in my mind, I'm retired, from active duty at least. You come home from the base everyday to be greeted by our three kids and myself. I don't know...it's just the life I guess I never got but I always wanted."
"Elizabeth, Jacob and Jolinar." Jack murmured under his breath.
Sam choked on the mouth full of coffee she had just taken a sip of, "Excuse me?"
Jack jumped out of his mini-daydream to find Sam's blue eyes studying him. "Oh it's nothing, I just, I've had a lot of dreams on the subject, I mean I had one last night and..."
"And our kids are named Elizabeth, Jacob and Jolinar." Sam finished his sentence, which earned her a confused look from Jack. "Elizabeth, she's oldest, named after my mother, she has your colored hair and my eyes. Then there are the twins, Jacob and Jolinar, who we nicknamed Jake and Joli, they have this strange sandy colored hair and your eyes."
Jack didn't know what to say as his mind screamed, 'I'm going to break something if this is another dream!' Finally his lips stuttered, "How?"
"Because those are the names that I've always imagined as the names of our kids." Sam said, still slightly stunned.
"But...how is it possible for both of us to have the same ideas? I mean especially us. What kind of mind control could do this?" Jack asked watching Sam shake her head.
"No, maybe it's not mind control, maybe it's just two lonely people who, under different circumstances, would have been together a long time ago, feeling what they both need to feel to continue surviving without the other." Sam said with unmistakable passion in her voice.
Suddenly the droning of the radio piped up to an upbeat Christmas ballad and Jack held his hand out to Sam, "May I have this dance?"
Sam gave Jack an odd look for his sudden change in subject but gave him her hand anyway. He led them to the middle of the room and the pair began to waltz.
This is the season for generosity
A time to give and to receive
My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream...
I know what I want for Christmas this year
I hope my note got to Santa on time
I'm a little bit nervous,
It's kind of a big thing I'm asking for
I don't know if I deserve it but, boy, if I get it
I'll never ask for anything more
It shines, it's new
And it's the one wish that I wish would come true
This year for Christmas I just wanna be with you
Jack stared deep into Sam's blue eyes for several moments before she gave him an odd look and he grinned, "What do you say we start working on Elizabeth?"
"Excuse me?" Sam asked slightly taken aback. "What about the regs..."
"Oh screw the regs, you said that you'd retire from active duty after we had a relationship so lets start, I mean we do have three names so we should get started." Jack answered with his "made up my mind and there's no changing it" look.
"But Jack..." Sam's face had suddenly become very red.
"Sam, you only live once. Have the life you always wanted, give me the life I've always wanted. This is it, our chance, our sign."
Sam took a moment to consider how much it took for Jack to say what had just come out of his mouth before taking his hand in hers, "Her middle name is going to be Cheyenne."
Jack followed Sam as she led him down the hall, deeper into the house. Quietly he thought to himself, "Thank you Santa."
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After Thought: Well that's all folks, it didn't end the way that I planned but it took on a life of it's own and decided where it would end. I wish everyone a great Holiday season. ~Cathain