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Holiday Healing
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: PG
Category: Double Drabble. Gen.
Season: Any, but probably 5ish.
Spoilers: General Series Knowledge.
Summary: They say time heals all wounds. Turns out it’s true, with a little help from friends.
Disclaimer: Just playing in the gateroom. Don’t mind me.

xxx

After Charlie died, Jack stopped putting up Christmas trees.

He just couldn’t do it.

But then, sometime around when Daniel Jackson came into his life for the second time, he found a little artificial one on sale a few days after Christmas and decided he’d give it a shot the next year.

He figured it was his duty as team leader to be festive – or something like that.

He used that tree exactly once. Then he gave it to Sam when he got a big real one the following year.

The year after that, Janet Fraiser won her neighborhood’s holiday decorating prize despite never lifting a finger in the efforts of Cassie and her favorite uncle, largely thanks to the veritable arsenal of décor Jack magically unpacked from this attic, a place Cassie swore had to be “bigger on the inside.”

And two more years after that, Jack finally opened the one box of Christmas stuff that was still up there. The one covered in dust and labelled with uncertain letters in crayon.

Then he hung the tiny hockey skates emblazoned with a little “C” on each side on the highest branch of the tree, and they’ve been every year since.

xxx

Note: Written for the prompt of “holiday ornament,” from sg1_danny.

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