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New Fic: Santa's Not-So-Little Helpers

Santa’s Not-So-Little Helpers
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: PG
Category: Gen. Team friendship.
Season: Nine or Ten. (Features original SG-1, however.)
Spoilers: Bad Guys (minor).
Summary: It’s raining and miserable and Jack’s not bothering with the holidays. Good thing no one told his old team that.
Word Count: 1172
Note: Written for the 2012 Ancient Obsessions Advent Prompt: Pouring. (Holiday fic.)


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Jack O’Neill shouldered open his door, then stepped inside and closed it behind him.

As he did, he shivered. He was soaked to the skin and damn cold to boot, so he shucked off his jacket and boots. He left them by the door and immediately headed to the bathroom, where he turned shower on full hot and waited for the water to get warm before shedding the rest of his clothes and jumping in.

Twenty long minutes later, he was finally warm, so he turned off the water.

He dressed and then heated up a bowl of canned soup.

Dinner in hand, he settled down in front of the TV with a blanket over his lap, content to just while away the evening. He turned on the television and started surfing through the channels as he ate.

What he saw there made him heave a great sigh.

Was it already that time of year?

Time for holiday movie marathons and repeats of everything else?

It was only mid-December, for crying out loud!

Apparently, that was late enough, though, because that’s all Jack could find to watch.

He finished up his soup while he continued to flick through the channels. He skipped over black and white classics, bungling burglars, animated tales, and even that twisted mix of Halloween and Christmas that usually tickled his fancy. Eventually, though, he turned the TV off. He just wasn’t in the mood for holiday hijinks of any kind.

He looked around and realized that he hadn’t even put up any decorations this year. Usually, he at least made an effort, but he’d just been so busy lately that he hadn’t found the time and since it was just him it seemed silly to go through all the trouble. Plus, he was only in Colorado for a week, so he figured it wouldn’t make any difference.

It’s not like anyone would notice.

Besides, it had been pouring down rain for days, and that certainly didn’t help his mood. He simply had no desire to hang lights on the house or drag a tree in from outside, and he hated artificial trees even more than he hated pine needles, water, and mud in the house.

So he just hadn’t bothered.

It had seemed the right choice at the time, but now the house seemed more than a bit desolate.

Jack sighed again and went to put his dishes away.

As he set them in the sink, someone knocked on the door.

Confused, Jack stood in his kitchen for a minute, not sure if he’d actually heard the knock or if a tree branch was playing tricks on him. It was still raining like crazy outside (which, by the way, he considered very wrong weather for Christmas), and he thought that might have made the sound, but when the knock repeated itself, he shrugged and made his way to the door, now pretty sure it was real.

When he opened the door a moment later, three shivering people greeted him with three words simultaneously.

“Sir,” said Carter.

“O’Neill,” Teal’c intoned.

“Jack,” greeted Daniel.

Jack snorted a laugh, then tilted his head sideways at them.

“What are you guys doing here?” he asked.

Daniel answered him before the others could. “At the moment, freezing our asses off on your porch. Can we come in?”

Jack blinked and nodded, seeming to just then realize the plight of his friends and the rain pelting both them and him as he stood in the doorway.

He opened the door wide and ushered them in.

“Thanks,” said Daniel. Sam and Teal’c nodded their gratitude as well.

All three of them shook themselves a bit and removed their coats and boots. After that, Teal’c beamed at Jack. “We have brought a festive film, O’Neill,” he said, holding up a DVD in a bag.

Jack was clearly confused. “Um… why?”

“Seriously?” asked Daniel.

Jack blinked. “Uh, yeah,” he responded.

“We heard you were in town,” said Daniel. “Thought you might like some company.”

“Ah,” said Jack. “I forgot about the old SGC grapevine.”

“Exactly,” said Daniel, “though why you didn’t tell us yourself is quite another thing…”

Daniel trailed off and pinned Jack with a hurt look.

“I didn’t want to bother you guys,” said Jack. “I know it’s a busy time of year, and…”

It was Jack’s turn to trail off, as Sam joined Daniel in giving him an incredulous look and he clearly grew uncomfortable. He ran a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, then looked up at them sheepishly and shrugged. They continued to just stare at him, and it was Teal’c who broke the silence.

“It is indeed a hectic time, O’Neill, but we are here now,” he said, an admonishment in his tone. “So let us make the best of it. Now, I have heard this film is a classic for this time of year. Perhaps we could retire to the living room and watch it?”

Jack nodded mutely, and Daniel and Sam relaxed. The big guy had a point.

“Not until I make snacks,” said Daniel, holding up a grocery bag.

“I’ll help,” said Sam. “I’m hungry.”

Jack gestured them toward the kitchen. “By all means,” he said. “Be my guest.”

“Thanks,” said Daniel, who disappeared with Sam.

Jack headed toward the living room with Teal’c, happy to see his friends but still worried about his mood. If Teal’c had brought White Christmas or Frosty the Snowman, he might have to shoot someone. Singing wasn’t really his chosen form of entertainment. So he very intentionally didn’t ask what the movie was as he settled in and Teal’c loaded the DVD into the player.

Five minutes later, Sam and Daniel returned with big bowls of popcorn and steaming mugs of cocoa for everyone. Everyone took theirs and found a comfortable spot to view the movie, and Jack hit play on the remote.

As he did, he apologized for the lack of décor in the house. “Sorry there’s not a tree or anything, guys,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

Daniel shrugged and Sam waved off his words.

“No big deal, sir,” she said.

Teal’c, for his part, merely nodded toward the television. “Indeed it is not, O’Neill. For I am told this movie has enough holiday cheer to more than compensate for any lack of decoration.”

Jack smiled at this, but he was still concerned about said film.

That is, until it started and it was plain which movie Teal’c had brought.

Jack leaned back on his couch and grinned broadly.

Daniel rolled his eyes, and Sam laughed at them both.

Two hours later, Daniel was sleeping soundly, Teal’c was analyzing John McClane’s decisions, and Sam and Jack were expounding on how Die Hard really is quite possibly the perfect holiday movie.

The rain continued to pour outside, and the house still wasn’t decorated, but somehow, those things no longer mattered, because thanks to Santa’s not-so-little helpers, for Jack O’Neill it was suddenly Christmastime after all.

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lolmac
Dec. 22nd, 2012 04:57 pm (UTC)
Bwahaha!!! YES! Oh, Jack, how perfect!

BTW -- Dinner in hand, he settled down in front of the TV with a blanket over his lap, content to just wile away the evening -- should be 'while'.
jackwabbit
Dec. 26th, 2012 02:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, you never know...he could be planning on entertaining himself with small tricks and chicanery. ;)

Thanks, as always. For reading and catching a typo. I haven't been at a computer from the time you posted this until now, so I'm fixing it ASAP.
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