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New Fic: Blue Christmas

Blue Christmas
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: PG
Category: Vignette. Gen. Jack and Daniel friendship.
Season: Any.
Spoilers: General Series Knowledge. Inspired by “we call each other every morning” in Redemption.
Summary: Daniel makes a mistake, and Jack won't let him forget it.
Word Count: 462
Note: Written for a random word prompt of: Color (yes, a third one – I got several ideas from that one) and Uniform (an older prompt I’d skipped, that came back to me here).


Daniel hustled out the door, coffee cup in hand and pulling his jacket over one shoulder.

He sipped his drink as he got in the car, wincing when the still-way-too-hot liquid burned his throat and then spilling some on his shirt as he jerked the cup away from his mouth.

“Damn!” he said, as he put the mug in his cup holder and started the car.

As he pulled out of his drive, he looked at the clock. There was no way he’d make the briefing on time.

But he could try.

He sped through town, somehow avoiding a ticket and a collision, and pulled into the SGC with five minutes to spare. Now, if only the elevators would cooperate, he just might make it after all.

He hurried through the base, now out of coffee and all sense of politeness, because he was frankly pissed. Whoever thought it was a good idea to schedule this at 0700, a full hour earlier than usual, on the day after Christmas was out of their mind.

He bumped into Siler and never looked back, but against all odds, he made it.

As he slipped into his seat in the briefing room at 0700 exactly, he glanced at Jack, who looked irritated. Daniel grinned. He never got to be the nearly late one, and it honestly felt good to switch places with an annoyed Jack occasionally.

Then he looked at Jack again.

Jack was wearing green.

He looked down at himself.

In addition to the coffee stain on the front of his shirt, he was wearing blue.

Daniel closed his eyes briefly and sighed.

No one really cared what he wore on base. He was a civilian, after all.

Well, no one but Jack, who liked to tease him mercilessly when he didn’t match.

Daniel glanced at Jack again and all traces of irritation were gone. Jack instead wore an amused smirk.

Daniel rolled his eyes and focused on General Hammond, who was calling the meeting to order.

He steadfastly ignored Jack for the next hour, but he knew he’d get an earful later about being “out of uniform.” When the briefing broke up, he headed for the locker room to change – he needed to get out of the coffee-stained shirt.

As he stripped the dirty shirt off, he considered changing his trousers out, too, and going green.

But he decided not to give Jack the satisfaction.

He pulled on another blue shirt with a determined grin.

He wasn’t going to let Jack O’Neill’s schoolyard teasing bother him. Not this time.

Or so he thought.

But by the end of the day, Daniel had decided that if he never heard another terrible impression of Elvis Presley singing “Blue Christmas” ever again, it’d be too soon.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 12th, 2015 10:01 pm (UTC)
lol! I'm with Jack. I love it when they match \0/
Jan. 13th, 2015 04:02 am (UTC)
:) Agreed. Thanks for reading and commenting, mum!
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