The next week, the final week before Hanukkah and flights in from Jack's siblings and their families, Sam spent the majority of her time at Jack's house while he was busy trying to organize a way for him to take off the entire week of Hanukkah and running the base. They weren't sleeping in the same room (much to the dismay of both), but they were just getting to know each other on a more personal level as opposed to professionally.
The day before Tamar and her brood was due to arrive to 'help Jack set up,' Jack decided to have a 'Hanukkah decorating party'. A.K.A. He wanted Teal'c's help with hanging the streamers of menorahs around the house and the huge signs saying 'Happy Hanukkah' and 'Shabbat Shalom' up above the doorways.
When Teal'c arrived (minus Daniel, who was on hospital bed rest in the SGC infirmary under the strict eyes of one Napoleonic Power Monger), he found Sam vacuuming the living room. For all the training he had done in the art of knowing his surroundings, however, he couldn't hear O'Neill anywhere. Of course, that also could have been the CD blaring in the stereo.
What was more surprising than the sound of the blaring music was the fact that one theoretical astrophysicist and Colonel in the US Air Force, was singing along to the words.
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I made it out of
clay;
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
Then dreidel I shall play.
"Colonel Carter!" Teal'c shouted to be heard over the din. Sam looked up abruptly, turned off the vacuum and then proceeded to make her way to the stereo so she could turn that off as well.
When Teal'c was finally able to think again, Sam spoke, "Teal'c, we weren't really expecting you so soon."
"Indeed. Where is O'Neill?"
Just then, as if on cue (which he was because I'm the author and I can make people appear and disappear like this all the time…okay, back to the story!), Jack walked into the living room from the kitchen. He was holding a black garbage bag at arm's length as if it would reach out and bite him if he held it any closer.
"Carter, I think it's a very good thing that you mentioned cleaning out my refrigerator. I don't think Tam would like to find rotten salsa in there…not to mention the bacon."
Sam looked at Jack horrified, "You had bacon? Can you get any more heathen than that!"
Jack smirked slyly at her, "It's not as bad as the shrine to Ba'al I used to have. That is – before I met the guy!"
Sam just shook her head and went back to Teal'c. The Jaffa had one of his eye brows raised and his head titled in a manner that he hadn't used since he was first learning about the Tauri culture.
"Why would you have a shrine to Ba'al, O'Neill?" Teal'c asked curiously.
Jack sighed, "It was a joke, Teal'c. You've read the Bible; you know that one of the most worshiped false gods for Israel was Ba'al, right? My family is Jewish and they're coming for Hanukkah." The silver haired man grimaced, "They start arriving tomorrow."
Just then, much to the surprise of all three individuals, the doorbell rang.
Jack looked at Sam, "Carter? Can you get that? I really need to get this stuff in the trash can out back."
She nodded, and abandoned her task to go see who was on the other side of the door. "Is this Jack O'Neill's house?" the young man on the other side of the door asked.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, Jack O'Neill lives here. But I'm going to need to know who you and the young lady here are before I let you come in," she said, motioning toward the young child the brown haired man had wrapped in his arms.
He smiled, and in that smile Sam could see the slow appearance of two dimples that reminded her so much of the one's she dreamt about at night. "Oh, right. Sorry, I'm Luke O'Neill, Jack's youngest brother, and this is my daughter, Phebe."
A/N: Dun dun dun! Luke's early. Want to find out what happens? Review. Sorry it's so short!