This fanfiction will be a collection of pieces of SG-1's (and friends') lives. Mostly standalone chapters. Some may be connected, but if you miss a part, you can still understand the others. If needed, I'll give an introduction.

The stories aren't in a chronological order. I'll post new chapters as long as ideas come.

The 2 first chapters were written for the Sam Jack Shipmas Day 2021, organized by iiradned itsjustmejac samismymuse on Twitter.

I'll let you find out the prompts I used from this list: Lost - Cold - Candy canes - Drunken carolling - Christmas offworld - You're such a grinch! - Stuck in the locker room - First Christmas at the cabin - Gandchild's first Christmas - With every fiber of my being - First Christmas after Sam retires - Oh, there's not a snowball's chance in hell

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- Styles -

A Sam with a ponytail locked the door from the inside of one of the SGC's locker rooms. She turned around. She looked at the audience, determined, and affirmed, "Nobody's gonna disturb us for some time. We can proceed."

The people in front of Sam nodded and smiled, as satisfied and steadfast as her. Only one person didn't react because he was confused.

Carter approached him. She stared at him, with a smirk somewhere between greediness and threat.

"Time to make a choice, Jack. Which one do you prefer?" the woman with the ponytail asked, very serious.

Jack O'Neill looked around him. He was seated on a bench, at the center of the locker room. In a green BDU, two stars on the collar. Surrounded by metallic shelves containing outfits and equipment that SG teams would take for off world missions. More importantly, surrounded by a group of Samantha Carters in different clothing and with different hairstyles. They were all standing and looking at him carefully.

Jack's fantasy had come true. A dozen of Carters for his eyes only, as he was the only man, and all these Carters were locked with him in this room. No windows, no surveillance cameras, no possibility for him to get out of here without being stopped by a Carter.

Jack smirked, enjoying the situation very much.

Ponytail Sam was wearing the classic black shirt and the green pants of Cheyenne Mountain. The Sam on her right side had short hair and the service dress. She looked like the Sam in her first year of service at the SGC. Young and innocent Sam at first sight, and then, Jack was trapped... A third Sam had the very short hair that she had over her fourth to sixth year, and she was wearing a full blue BDU. The Carter behind Jack was covered by a little tank top and green pants. Jack remembered the style because this was the Sam who wildly kissed him... in a locker room... Good memory despite the bizarre situation at that time... Another one had very long hair, untightened, like this version who came through the quantic mirror with Kawalsky.

Sam number six looked like a business executive with her bun, earrings, and her dark red skirt. Very classy and powerful... Sam number seven, full black outfit, tactical vest, and cap, and carrying a P90, was ready for an off-world trip. His lovely G.I. Sam... Next to her, a Sam in a white lab coat. Dr. Carter was written above the breast pocket, on the top left. She would blow up Jack's mind with her intelligence... A ninth version had a large brown pull over and a grey skirt that seemed to come from the fifties. With her round glasses, she reminded Jack of the lady working at the library in the middle school he went to when he was a kid. A little outdated appearance, but not less charming than the others. As a matter of fact, all these Carters were hot, no matter what their style... Aw, what about this Sam with black leather jacket and pants... Oh jeez, too much leather for Jack... Even repli Carter was captivating... Wait, what? Repli Carter? What the hell was she doing here by the way? Although she looked dangerous, she had an interesting style... Was Jack attracted by the dark side of Carter?

"Which one do you prefer?" ponytail Sam firmly repeated.

Jack jumped, snapped out of his pleasant thoughts.

"Uh…" the man sighed, realizing he was facing a problem.

A big problem.

The question was simple, but in reality, tricky.

Jack glanced at the ladies. They were staring at him, expectantly. A few of them crossed their arms. P90 Carter placed her right hand on the weapon. Each Carter was hoping that O'Neill would choose her. He couldn't pick one, the others would certainly be mad at him and a couple of them seemed ready to hit Jack if they weren't the chosen one.

Jack started to sweat. He opened a little the top of his green jacket, embarrassed. "Uh… Well… You're all beautiful…" he stalled for time.

"Why don't you answer?" the business executive accused.

All the Carters made a step in his direction. Hot, but frightening.

"Ladies…" O'Neill gestured, "No need to…"

"No need to what, sir?" P90 Sam interjected.

She grabbed her rifle. All the Carters were moving dangerously to Jack. Repli Carter's right forearm suddenly turned into a big sword. Jack panicked. He tried to step back, in vain, as the bench stopped him. He was stuck and on the verge of being attacked by scary and impatient Carters.

"Jack?" a male voice broke the silence. "Jack?"

O'Neill straightened, stupefied. The Carters and the locker room faded out. The major general found himself back in a room, seated at a high table covered by books and a couple of statuettes and objects carved with strange symbols. Shelves with other books and stuff were around him.

Jack was in Daniel Jackson's office, at the SGC.

With Samantha Carter.

Seated at a side of the high table, she was silently looking at the general, bewildered by his attitude. She was the real ponytail Sam that Jack saw in his fantasy. She was holding a mug of tea with her two hands, to warm them.

O'Neill turned his head to the right, as it was Daniel who interrupted his fantasy.

Jackson was staring at him, half exasperated, half amused, standing on a side of the desk, a chalk board behind him, Carter on his right.

"Jack. You weren't listening." Daniel scolded and raised his eyebrows.

"I was!" Jack lied, to hide his embarrassment.

Jackson raised his eyebrows again. "What did I just say?" he challenged the general, although he was perfectly aware that he would get nothing relevant.

Jack held up the right index and moved his lips, "You were talking about… uh… some country in Europe?"

"I was talking about the Peloponnesian War between Sparta and Athens, which are in Greece."

"That's in Europe!" Jack proudly retorted, raising his right hand, the index finger pointed upwards.

Daniel rolled his eyes. The major general glanced at Sam. So did Daniel. "Please, Sam, don't..." the civilian implored.

Sam was smiling, amused by the exchange between her two colleagues. "I didn't do anything!" she said to Daniel, then, sipped her tea.

"Well, that's the problem." the civilian replied, shaking his head, desperate, "You don't have to do anything."

Daniel looked at the two officers like an adult looking at children. Jack smirked. His friend was right. Carter didn't have to do anything to distract him. He really liked her new hairstyle. He had gotten used to her short hair over the years and this ponytail was something new. Very different. Very nice. Carter had told Jack she was testing a new hairstyle at one of their phone conversations. She didn't know how long she wanted to keep it, but she wanted to try at least until Christmas. She could keep it much longer, Jack's personal opinion. Sam looked really good with it. No matter what the style, she would always look beautiful to Jack.

He would tell her at the restaurant tonight.