Warning this is not in season, but Christmas is everywhere right now apparently. ENJOY!
Sam smiled softly as she watched Cassie and Teal'c explaining the Christmas tree tradition, the former one gesturing wildly and enthusiastically, to Jonas. Jonas was listening attentively to the pair, his eyes large and shining in his exuberance. She glanced over to see her Dad and the Colonel sitting over on the couch having a very heated discussion, which was undercut slightly by the bright paper hats on their heads.
She looked round and frowned as Janet was nowhere to be seen, she got up slowly, flexing her socked feet against the carpet and picking up her glass of wine. She ambled out of the room slowly patting Cassie jokingly on the head as she went ignoring the annoyed grumble. She stepped into the kitchen to see Janet staring blankly out the window, empty wine glass her hand and completely lost in thought.
'Hey?'She tried putting her glass down and closing the door gently behind her. Janet jumped slightly and looked over at her, smiling sadly.
'Thinking about him?' She tried sitting up on the counter top and kicking her legs back and forth.
'It's what you do at Christmas, isn't it?' Janet leaned up against the opposite counter, pouring herself a generous glass of wine and taking a hearty sip. Sam nodded slowly, feeling herself getting rather glum at the thought of their one missing friend.
'Well at least there will be some miscommunication later between Dad, the Colonel and Jonas and we will have a good giggle.' She tried pouring herself a glass as the door nearly bounced off its hinges, dark red wine splattering on the floor. Sam leaned over to see the Colonel standing in the doorway, hat at a jaunty angle and a baffled Cassie, sticking her head around him. She blinked widely from the pair to Janet and back again, slipping off the counter and edging out of the room.
She shook her head, and stopped as a quick short breeze whipped around her and she stared cautiously at ceiling and walls. Sam wasn't entirely sure what she was expecting to see, the mistletoe was not on her list of ideas.
Her Dad poked his own head around the doorway and Jonas hopped over to see what was going on. The three stared up at the mistletoe as the Colonel marched past her, pausing in the doorway, just noticing that they were staring upwards. Her Dad straightened and peered upwards at what they were staring at, moving forward to get a better look. Jonas looked from one man to the other, to the mistletoe and then at Sam, his eyes dominating his face.
Cassie and Janet wandered out of the kitchen a few moments later, and started giggling loudly as they all watched the dawning realisation wash over the two in the doorway. Sam swallowed her laughter, or at the very least did her utmost to do so. Both of them decided that it was her fault, though the look coming from the Colonel seemed more mischievous then accusing. Teal'c appeared hovering behind her Dad and looked up at the berries, followed by what could be taken to be an amused glance at her.
Jonas was now talking animatedly about the history of mistletoe, with Cassie looking at him, trying to appear interested, but her eyes were clouded over. Janet leaned against the wall and smirked at the pair, and Sam just waited for whatever was about to happen. The Colonel looked up at the plant curiously, a small grin playing about his lips before he grabbed her Dad by the shoulders.
'Jacob! Happy Christmas!' He called out loudly and exaggeratedly as he planted a loud sloopy kiss one each of his checks, finishing with an over-showy one on the lips. Her Dad stood, slack jawed and stunned speechless and Janet nearly fell over as she started crying with laughter. Jacob continued to gape at the Colonel as he pranced past him, Sam herself couldn't figure out if it was the more hilarious thing she had ever seen, or the worst.
She smiled oddly at her Dad quirking her eyebrow and padding past him, brushing his shoulder accidently. She walked into the dining room to see the Colonel eyeballing the cake that she and Cassie had spent all day baking and icing.
'Leave it.' She warned cooling, setting the table around the cake and started to hum lightly, suddenly drawing memories of her mother saying the same thing to her brother.
'B-but...?'
'No.' Sam waved a knife at him, as his hand inched closer and closer to the cake, he hovered slightly and she sighed as she leaned over and smacked his hand away.
'You kissed my Dad, leave the cake alone.' She pointed at him, waggling her finger slightly and jerking her head towards the living room obviously, which he naturally ignored. He simply pulled a chair out and stretched out, probably just to spite her. This sprawling pose was forcing Sam to lean deliberately around and over him. The man was clearly enjoying himself and Sam had to crick her neck and roll her eyes to herself, just to avoid saying something she'd likely regret.
Sometime later Sam found herself outside on the porch with a glass of wine and bundled up in a massive hoodie, the owner unknown to her, staring at the stars. Along with a massive slice of the chocolate cake, well it had started as a massive slice, but it now had quite the large dent. She twirled the fork idly between the fingers of her right hand, and smiled up at the twinkling skyscape.
'Hey...' She didn't even look round, but grabbed the remaining cake with her fingertips and pulled it towards her.
'Damn.' Jack chuckled and sat down next to her, looking out at the trees as she gazed back upwards. She ate the rich chocolate cake happily, savouring it and enjoying the slightly glare she was getting from him.
She smiled softly as a trio of voices started singing loudly from inside the house, one voice a beat behind the others.
'T has a surprisingly good voice.' Sam nodded and leaned back, closing her eyes and humming along.
'You, on the other hand do not.'
'You mean my voice is not surprising in its excellence?' She joked, smirking while pulling herself up and turning towards him. He was looking at her from the corner of his eye as though resisting the impulse to clip her round the head. He never would, probably as she could easily dismantle his beloved truck and never be caught.
'Whatever helps you sleep at night.'
There was a moment of silence, in which she held her breath doing her level best to act as though she was contemplating the big questions in life.
"Rudolph the red nosed REINDEER!" She sang as loudly as she could, causing the poor man to wince and jump away.
"HAD A VERY SHINY NOSE!" Janet all but screeched from the house, resulting in an equally loud "Jesus Mom!" response.
'Well thank you for that.' Jack glared at her and Sam looked at him, screwing up her lips with narrowed eyes before beaming her cheesiest smile, as the loud out of key singing continued.
'Happy Christmas!' She even went so far as to give him jazz hands and he started laughing. Full on hearty laughter that was so rare coming from Jack, especially at this time of year.
A weird twinkling light suddenly shone above their heads and yet another sprig of mistletoe was dangling above them.
In mid air.
'Okay where are you Daniel?' Jack stood up and started glaring up at the sky, fisted hands placed on his hips. The small sprig danced upwards and wiggled almost mockingly at his words.
'I don't think he's listening. But that's just me.' He turned and shot her the evil eye as the plant ricocheted off his head and above hers.
'Really? Really? Can you not attempt to be subtle?' Sam simply scrunched up her face as she hauled herself off the porch, placing the plate out of harms' way.
'Again, I'm not so sure, he's going to be with the responding I think he's going with the annoying.' They stood shoulder to shoulder, Jack looking up at the stars and her gazing at the trees. The bit of mistletoe was now bouncing lightly of their heads, Sam kept trying to swat it away, but it proved to be quite the stubborn foe.
'Oh to hell with this. You want a show Daniel, yeah? FINE!' Sam's face contorted in confusion before she was spun round and his face was a lot closer then it should have been.
Then he was kissing her.
It was sweet and unbearably short as the brimming underling energy was electric. Sam felt her chest heave, struggling to get enough air into her lungs and he was equally affected.
The mistletoe burst into a shower of lights that rained down over them.
In that moment could have sworn that she saw Daniel, just barely in her peripheral vision, clad in a cheery Christmas jumper grinning brightly at them both.
Happy Christmas indeed.
First off. I PASSED! OH yeah! So I have been crazy busy working in a histopathology lab.
MANIC!
Anyways I hope you enjoy this!