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applecameron) wrote2005-12-28 10:10 pm
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Humbug (SG-1, team, vignette)
Title: Humbug
Author: Apple Cameron, December 2005.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Subject: The Holiday Season
Category: Vignette
Spoilers: When was the last time I wrote something with a spoiler in it? (Oh. Actually relatively recently. Well, there's still no spoilers.)
Indeterminate timeframe, holiday vignette.
Bear with me, it's been a while. I'm out of shape for this.
"Bah, humbug." said Jack.
"Christmas has a fascinating history, you know, Jack." Daniel was smiling as he said it, with only a hint of smirk. He was drinking eggnog spiked with brandy. More accurately, brandy spiked with eggnog.
"Did I want to hear? Did I?" Jack addressed the room, the Christmas tree (with silver tinsel and plastic cranberries), the decorated 'mantel', Sam, Teal'C, the stockings hung with care, the menorah in the window Sam inherited from her Aunt Sarah, the pink flamingo wearing a santa hat on the front lawn, the lights, the mistletoe, the blue and silver-wrapped presents, the exceedingly tatty wreath hung on the door, the dancing moose that played carols, and assorted other oddments.
"You." Sam Carter pointed with a bare foot. "Shut up. Or no chocolate orange in your stocking." Then she snuggled back under her blanket, toes wedged under the warm brick of Teal'C's thigh.
Jack sat down on the sofa, hands in his pockets. Slouched.
"Now, then." Sam took a deep breath. "As I was saying. It's tradition to open one and only one gift on Christmas Eve."
"But Sam, everyone knows you open all of them on Christmas Eve and then have filled stockings on Christmas morning." Daniel took another sip of his eggnog-spiked alcohol and smiled sweetly. "And then brunch. And lamb for dinner."
"Turkey."
"Lamb."
"Turkey!"
"In another hour, it will be Christmas Day." Teal'C observed from his high moral ground of non-involvement up until now in the fray.
Discussion.
Fray.
"Which is exactly why I say we shouldn't open any -- it's already too late", quoth The Slouch.
"Jack!"
"Jaaaack!"
Teal'C refrained from rolling his eyes. "I think we have agreed, O'Neill, that some number of presents must be opened tonight." He looked solemnly at the clock on the mantel, then at the three gift-, alcohol-, and sugar-crazed humans. "You have 43 minutes to settle the matter, or Santa will settle it for you."
The last was said with just a touch of menace.
Author: Apple Cameron, December 2005.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Subject: The Holiday Season
Category: Vignette
Spoilers: When was the last time I wrote something with a spoiler in it? (Oh. Actually relatively recently. Well, there's still no spoilers.)
Indeterminate timeframe, holiday vignette.
Bear with me, it's been a while. I'm out of shape for this.
"Bah, humbug." said Jack.
"Christmas has a fascinating history, you know, Jack." Daniel was smiling as he said it, with only a hint of smirk. He was drinking eggnog spiked with brandy. More accurately, brandy spiked with eggnog.
"Did I want to hear? Did I?" Jack addressed the room, the Christmas tree (with silver tinsel and plastic cranberries), the decorated 'mantel', Sam, Teal'C, the stockings hung with care, the menorah in the window Sam inherited from her Aunt Sarah, the pink flamingo wearing a santa hat on the front lawn, the lights, the mistletoe, the blue and silver-wrapped presents, the exceedingly tatty wreath hung on the door, the dancing moose that played carols, and assorted other oddments.
"You." Sam Carter pointed with a bare foot. "Shut up. Or no chocolate orange in your stocking." Then she snuggled back under her blanket, toes wedged under the warm brick of Teal'C's thigh.
Jack sat down on the sofa, hands in his pockets. Slouched.
"Now, then." Sam took a deep breath. "As I was saying. It's tradition to open one and only one gift on Christmas Eve."
"But Sam, everyone knows you open all of them on Christmas Eve and then have filled stockings on Christmas morning." Daniel took another sip of his eggnog-spiked alcohol and smiled sweetly. "And then brunch. And lamb for dinner."
"Turkey."
"Lamb."
"Turkey!"
"In another hour, it will be Christmas Day." Teal'C observed from his high moral ground of non-involvement up until now in the fray.
Discussion.
Fray.
"Which is exactly why I say we shouldn't open any -- it's already too late", quoth The Slouch.
"Jack!"
"Jaaaack!"
Teal'C refrained from rolling his eyes. "I think we have agreed, O'Neill, that some number of presents must be opened tonight." He looked solemnly at the clock on the mantel, then at the three gift-, alcohol-, and sugar-crazed humans. "You have 43 minutes to settle the matter, or Santa will settle it for you."
The last was said with just a touch of menace.
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