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New Fic: The Clothes Make the Man

The Clothes Make the Man
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: PG
Category: S/J - Angst, Romance, Humor. Features Jack, Sam, and Daniel.
Season: Post-series.
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
Summary: Sometimes, a snowman is more than a snowman. Or is it?
Word Count: 953.
Note: Written for the 2012 Ancient Obsessions Advent Prompt: Winter Wonderland. (Holiday Fic). Also, this one is for my Hoodies: taj_mahal07 because she loves Sam/Jack, bluesolis42 because she gave me a Christmas ornament that demonstrates this trait perfectly, and lemonpiefirefly because reasons.


xxx

I haven’t done this in ages.

Not since Charlie.

But somehow, it’s okay. I won’t pretend this isn’t bittersweet, but it’s okay. I’m okay.

In fact, I’m better than okay. I’m good. This is fun. Probably more fun that it should be, and certainly enough fun that my knees will make me pay for it later.

But still, I’m glad we’re doing this.

And when Daniel asks what we made with a mischievous gleam in his eye, I can’t help but laugh when Sam answers his question with another far more sarcastic question.

“What do you think it is?”

Daniel smirks. “Well, it looks like a snowman,” he says, and I clap him on the shoulder.

“Congratulations, Daniel,” I say, “you’re a genius.”

Daniel’s smirk grows, and suddenly I’m worried. I’m not sure what he’s up to.

“Well, yes,” he says, all mock arrogance. “But you know what the song says.”

I blink, and Sam voices my thoughts. “The song?” she asks, clearly baffled.

“Yes, the song,” answers Daniel, as if she’s an idiot.

“What song?” I ask, more confused than both of them.

Daniel grins and starts to dance a little. That’s when I remember that he drank a couple beers before we came out, and I groan as he starts to sing.

“In the meadow we can build a snowman,” he starts, and I stop him right there.

“No,” I say. “No singing.”

Sam laughs as Daniel actually pouts. “But it’s so much fun,” he says, looking for all the world like a ten-year-old.

I shake my head. “Too bad. Not allowed.”

Daniel’s pout turns into another grin. “Okay. I’ll stop,” he says. “If you  answer the question.”

“What question?” I ask.

“The one about what he is,” Daniel says, gesturing to the snowman Sam and I made before all this started.

“She already told you! It’s a snowman!”

Sam laughs again, and look to her for help. “Do you know what he’s on about?” I ask.

 “No clue,” she says with a shrug.

Daniel shrugs back. “Okay, you asked for it,” he says, then breaks into song again.

“And pretend that he is Parson Brown…”

He trails off, and I feel my eyes get wide. Suddenly, I know what he’s asking. I look at Sam, and her cheeks somehow grow more red than the cold has made them as she suddenly cuts Daniel off.

“Daniel!” she yells, as wide-eyed as I am.

He gives her an innocent look. “What?”

She glares at him. “It’s just a snowman, okay?”

Daniel sighs. “Fine. I’m going back inside. You’re no fun.”

He’s gone a moment later, and I walk over to the snowman. I jab a pine cone into his face a bit harder than I mean to, and while I’m sure he’s happy to have a nose, Sam’s brow scrunches up under her hat, and her voice sounds concerned when she speaks a second later.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?” I answer. I can hear the gruffness in my voice, and I don’t like it.

“You okay?”

I shrug. “Yeah. Of course. I mean, the song has another verse, right? I guess this guy’s just a clown, then, huh? Just a bit of fun?”

I look down at the ground, and everything is quiet for a minute. Suddenly, I wish we hadn’t done this after all.

The crunch of snow under Sam’s boots breaks the silence, and I turn my head as she comes to stand beside me.

“I don’t know,” she says, not looking at me but instead tilting her head in thought as she studies our creation. “He does have a bit of an official look to him.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, a bit baffled.

She tilts her head the other way and keeps scrutinizing the snowman, but doesn’t say anything for a long while. I’m beginning to think she’s forgotten I’m there and the snowman is some sort of experiment when she slowly speaks. “Yeah, he might be some sort of minister. It’s hard to say.”

I blink, suddenly realizing what she’s saying. I lick my lips as I try to formulate a response, but no words come out. I’m too flabbergasted to answer her. After a moment of this, she finally turns to me.

She sees my shocked expression and grins.

The she punches me on the arm playfully and laughs.

“Well, you can’t really blame me for not being sure,” she says.

I blink at her, still shocked but now confused, too, and she continues as she looks away from me and gestures to the snowman. She moves her hand up and down in an all-encompassing gesture.

“Well, you can’t really tell what he is,” she says, pausing for just a second and then plowing on. “What, with him being naked and all.”

I burst out laughing at that. Sam joins me, and suddenly this is fun again.

In fact, it’s more than fun, and maybe, come springtime… well, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself.

Sam shivers, and I notice for the first time in a long time that I’m cold, too.

I nod my head toward the cabin, and she nods back.

When we get inside, we find Daniel asleep on the sofa, but we don’t mind.

After all, he remembered to replenish the logs on the fire.

And for now, that’s all two old soldiers need.

Well, that and maybe just a bit of time to conspire.

And no, not about the damn snowman. That’ll work itself out later.

But getting back at Daniel for picking now, of all times, to finally get a clue about me and Sam?

Now, that, friends, needs to be planned.

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