Snow Bunnies ... a Campers! Story
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1, or the SGC, or any of those folks. I do, however, own Andrew, his parents, the kids that show up, and Shadow
Author's Note: Okay, rated PG-13, but only for language that might come out, and maybe a little violence. It's really probably PG, but I prefer to have everyone warned. Oh, yeah, and I'm not on vacation anymore * sigh* so I'll update as often as possible, but I do have to work, too. Unfortunately.
~*~
Teal'c wasn't paying attention. Unusual, yes, since he was normally well aware of what was going on around him. There were few consequences, though, since he was only walking down the corridors of the SGC, and not on some hostile planet. Even less dangerous, since the personnel of the SGC could hardly miss him coming, and were able to move out of his way in plenty of time to avoid a collision with him. Which was good, since Teal'c was a lot bigger than all of them.
With his head down and his eyes intent on the paper in his hand, Teal'c turned the corner and quite literally ran into the one other person in the SGC who wasn't paying attention to where he was going. O'Neill went down like he'd hit a stone wall, and Teal'c was pulled from his private thoughts by the distraction.
"I apologize, O'Neill," the big Jaffa said, reaching down and pulling Jack to his feet.
O'Neill shook his head, waving off the apology. He'd been daydreaming, so he was pretty certain that the collision had been his fault.
"Don't worry about it, Teal'c," Jack said. "I was..." he trailed off when he saw the perplexed look on his friend's normally emotionless face, and then caught the gleam of white paper in his hand. "What do you have there?"
"It is an invitation."
"Oh? Bachelor party? Wedding? Bar Mitzvah?"
"None of those," Teal'c said, although he wasn't exactly positive what a Bar Mitzvah was. He was certain he wasn't invited to one, however. "It is a letter from Miyra Stephens."
"Andrew's mom?"
"Indeed."
"Everything all right?"
"Yes. Andrew's birthday is next weekend, and they are spending the weekend at a private lodge." He looked down at the paper. "Where they will be skiing and sledding. I have been invited to attend."
Jack smiled, picturing Teal'c on skis. "Sounds like fun. Are you going to go?"
"I have not yet decided."
"You might as well," Jack said. "Like I said, it sounds like fun. It's not like there's anything so important going on around here that you wouldn't be able to get away."
"I will consider it."
"It'd be fun to see Andrew again."
"Indeed. It has been far too long since I have seen him."
Teal'c was good about replying to the small boy's letters and even spoke to him on the phone a few times a month, but he hadn't seen him face to face in almost two months. Far too long.
"You should go, Teal'c."
"Perhaps."
"Hey guys," Daniel said, coming around the corner and almost running into the two of them. He was carrying a white paper in one hand, and had a perplexed look on his face.
"Morning, Daniel."
"Good morning, Daniel Jackson."
"What do you have there, Daniel?" Jack asked, pointing at the paper in the archeologist's hand. It looked similar to the one in Teal'c's hand.
"Um... an invitation to Andrew Stephen's birthday party."
"Let me guess," Jack said, smiling. "A weekend of skiing at a private lodge?"
"How did you know that?"
"Teal'c got one, too."
Daniel wasn't surprised. Teal'c and Andrew were very close.
"Are you going to go?"
"I have not yet decided."
"Are you going to go?" Jack asked Daniel.
"I don't know. I... did you get an invitation?"
"I haven't picked up my mail, yet," Jack admitted. "But if it's next weekend, I might not be able to go anyways."
"Why not?"
"Because Sam's got that thing with her dad, and I told her that I'd take-"
"Hey guys, what are you doing blocking the hall?"
They all looked over and saw Carter walking up to them, smiling and holding a white piece of paper in her hand.
"Um, we were talking about Andrew's birthday thing," Daniel said, looking at Sam's hand.
"Are you going?"
"That's what we were discussing."
"It's next weekend," Carter said. "I can't go, since I promised dad that he and I were going to go to New York, but I don't see why the rest of you don't go. It's not like you have anything going on here that can't wait an extra two days to complete."
"I was going to take care-"
"I'll have the neighbors water the plants, Jack," Sam said, smiling. "Or is there another reason you don't want to go?"
"Well... I'm not real big on the whole being cold thing." Jack admitted. "And I don't ski all that well."
"You surely wouldn't leave Teal'c and Daniel to the mercies of all those kids just because you're afraid of a little chill and afraid of taking a spill or two?"
"Sam? Have you seen the opening credits to the wide world of sports? Have you SEEN the 'little spill' the skiing guy takes?"
She gave him a look, and Jack sighed. He wasn't going to win this one.
"Fine. If there's an invitation for me, I'll go."
Sam grinned, and held out an envelope. "I pulled this out of your box, thinking you'd want to see it right away."
"Thanks." Oh, yes, the sarcasm. Sam knew it well. And ignored it.
"Don't worry, Colonel," Carter said as Jack took the envelope. "You guys will have a great time. What's the worst that could happen?"
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1, or the SGC, or any of those folks. I do, however, own Andrew, his parents, the kids that show up, and Shadow
Author's Note: Okay, rated PG-13, but only for language that might come out, and maybe a little violence. It's really probably PG, but I prefer to have everyone warned. Oh, yeah, and I'm not on vacation anymore * sigh* so I'll update as often as possible, but I do have to work, too. Unfortunately.
~*~
Teal'c wasn't paying attention. Unusual, yes, since he was normally well aware of what was going on around him. There were few consequences, though, since he was only walking down the corridors of the SGC, and not on some hostile planet. Even less dangerous, since the personnel of the SGC could hardly miss him coming, and were able to move out of his way in plenty of time to avoid a collision with him. Which was good, since Teal'c was a lot bigger than all of them.
With his head down and his eyes intent on the paper in his hand, Teal'c turned the corner and quite literally ran into the one other person in the SGC who wasn't paying attention to where he was going. O'Neill went down like he'd hit a stone wall, and Teal'c was pulled from his private thoughts by the distraction.
"I apologize, O'Neill," the big Jaffa said, reaching down and pulling Jack to his feet.
O'Neill shook his head, waving off the apology. He'd been daydreaming, so he was pretty certain that the collision had been his fault.
"Don't worry about it, Teal'c," Jack said. "I was..." he trailed off when he saw the perplexed look on his friend's normally emotionless face, and then caught the gleam of white paper in his hand. "What do you have there?"
"It is an invitation."
"Oh? Bachelor party? Wedding? Bar Mitzvah?"
"None of those," Teal'c said, although he wasn't exactly positive what a Bar Mitzvah was. He was certain he wasn't invited to one, however. "It is a letter from Miyra Stephens."
"Andrew's mom?"
"Indeed."
"Everything all right?"
"Yes. Andrew's birthday is next weekend, and they are spending the weekend at a private lodge." He looked down at the paper. "Where they will be skiing and sledding. I have been invited to attend."
Jack smiled, picturing Teal'c on skis. "Sounds like fun. Are you going to go?"
"I have not yet decided."
"You might as well," Jack said. "Like I said, it sounds like fun. It's not like there's anything so important going on around here that you wouldn't be able to get away."
"I will consider it."
"It'd be fun to see Andrew again."
"Indeed. It has been far too long since I have seen him."
Teal'c was good about replying to the small boy's letters and even spoke to him on the phone a few times a month, but he hadn't seen him face to face in almost two months. Far too long.
"You should go, Teal'c."
"Perhaps."
"Hey guys," Daniel said, coming around the corner and almost running into the two of them. He was carrying a white paper in one hand, and had a perplexed look on his face.
"Morning, Daniel."
"Good morning, Daniel Jackson."
"What do you have there, Daniel?" Jack asked, pointing at the paper in the archeologist's hand. It looked similar to the one in Teal'c's hand.
"Um... an invitation to Andrew Stephen's birthday party."
"Let me guess," Jack said, smiling. "A weekend of skiing at a private lodge?"
"How did you know that?"
"Teal'c got one, too."
Daniel wasn't surprised. Teal'c and Andrew were very close.
"Are you going to go?"
"I have not yet decided."
"Are you going to go?" Jack asked Daniel.
"I don't know. I... did you get an invitation?"
"I haven't picked up my mail, yet," Jack admitted. "But if it's next weekend, I might not be able to go anyways."
"Why not?"
"Because Sam's got that thing with her dad, and I told her that I'd take-"
"Hey guys, what are you doing blocking the hall?"
They all looked over and saw Carter walking up to them, smiling and holding a white piece of paper in her hand.
"Um, we were talking about Andrew's birthday thing," Daniel said, looking at Sam's hand.
"Are you going?"
"That's what we were discussing."
"It's next weekend," Carter said. "I can't go, since I promised dad that he and I were going to go to New York, but I don't see why the rest of you don't go. It's not like you have anything going on here that can't wait an extra two days to complete."
"I was going to take care-"
"I'll have the neighbors water the plants, Jack," Sam said, smiling. "Or is there another reason you don't want to go?"
"Well... I'm not real big on the whole being cold thing." Jack admitted. "And I don't ski all that well."
"You surely wouldn't leave Teal'c and Daniel to the mercies of all those kids just because you're afraid of a little chill and afraid of taking a spill or two?"
"Sam? Have you seen the opening credits to the wide world of sports? Have you SEEN the 'little spill' the skiing guy takes?"
She gave him a look, and Jack sighed. He wasn't going to win this one.
"Fine. If there's an invitation for me, I'll go."
Sam grinned, and held out an envelope. "I pulled this out of your box, thinking you'd want to see it right away."
"Thanks." Oh, yes, the sarcasm. Sam knew it well. And ignored it.
"Don't worry, Colonel," Carter said as Jack took the envelope. "You guys will have a great time. What's the worst that could happen?"
