When a show is off the air, it can feel a little fandom-lonely around the holidays and well, it’s time to bring our fandom together and take part in a Sam/Jack Secret Santa! All the information you’ll need to know is below the cut!

Please read the rules carefully and come join in the festivities! Please also reblog and spread the news! The more, the merrier!

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Your prompt was 'Christmas at the cabin' and I really hope I’ve nailed it for you!! Also, I have an art blog (@marleywtoons) as well and thought I'd draw you some SJ fanart to go along with the story SO you get 2 gifts in 1!!

Merry Christmas, hun! Enjoy xoxo

White Christmas

It's snowing the morning of Christmas Eve. The first time it has since they'd arrived. Sparkling white flakes float from the sky blanketing everything in sight with a thick layer of frost. He watches the dance of the specs as they fall lazily by the window. It's a magical sight. But it's got nothing on the woman lying in his bed. 

———-

“Go.” With a struggling breath he was gone. She couldn’t believe it. Her mind couldn’t process what was happening. Training kicked in and she turned to see Ba’al vanish, as so many others in the room had moments before. The threat gone, she turned back to Jack. He was too still. Was this really? Was this really happening? This couldn’t be happening. Time slowed as she took in his quiet features. She needed him to open his eyes. To smile and crack a joke about the wound, or his track record for escaping just this situation, Ba’al being asshole. Something.

Cameron grabbed her pack and forced her back into action as they raced to the gate and safety. She was surviving on her training and her fear for her friends. Everything else she forced down.

Then they gated into cold darkness, and her mind slipped back to Jack. He was gone, and she was numb. Numb with shock, disbelief. Her mind played the moments over. She’d just watched him die. He was gone. She swallowed ragged breaths, then Cam needed her, and she was forced back to their reality, to her training, yet again.

———-

“Wait!” She stumbled at the voice and turned to Cam. Did he hear Jack too? Was she hallucinating? Had she actually passed out and dreamed him back to her? Cam responded to the mirage. Maybe she wasn’t dreaming. She pulled at the scarf over her face so she could communicate better. It was really Jack, she could have kissed him, but years of pretending kept her in check.

———-

Jack squinted his eyes at the woman before him. What the hell was Samantha Carter doing, standing in front of him, in the god damned arctic? The woman was supposed to be dead for Christ’s sake. She’d perked up when he admitted he recognized her, but then looked shocked when he’d cracked the line about her being a dead astronaut. Something was not right about these two. He should have heard of Mitchell, if he really was a Colonel.

She was prettier than on tv though. Despite the sun and wind burn. “Training exercises on the ice, sir.” He mumbled under his breath. “It’ll be like Christmas, sir.” He shook his head and led them to the sub.

———-

It wasn’t really Jack. This man hadn’t been softened around the edges by Daniel’s compassion. He’d never learned to trust her despite not fully understanding the science behind her reasoned ramblings. This Jack was still bent to the rules and the reality of a steady, normal, earth bound military life. Her Jack would have made her go back and explain the bit about alternate timelines instead of calling them freaks. She sighed. They’d been sent to a base and were separated into private quarters. She had nothing to do but sit and contemplate their situation. Her situation. The looming unimaginable reality of being Jack’s widow in a timeline where she didn’t belong.

———-

They’d been questioning the trio for hours. He’d observed the Daniel guy for a while on the monitors, hoping to catch him out for that crack about Charlie. Currently he was observing ‘Colonel’ Carter. The troubling thing was, they had their stories straight. He watched as the woman sighed in frustration as she tried to explain again that she wasn’t an astronaut, but yes, she was Samantha Carter. She ran her hands through her hair and stared at the table. “I’d like to talk to Jack O’Neill.”

The woman questioning her stopped her scribbling. “That’s not possible ma’am.”

He glanced at his watch. He could stay for a couple of more hours, but then he had orders to begin his delayed training exercises. He tossed the headphones on the table and headed to the improvised interrogation room. He tapped on the door and entered. He’d watched her grimace when that Daniel guy had mentioned Charlie. He wanted to know how she knew about his son. Why and how she’d anticipated his negative reaction to that tactic to gain trust.

“Major. Colonel?” He nodded to the two women, but focused on Samantha Carter. She looked shocked that he would use the honorific.

“Sir.”

“I understand you wanted to talk to me. I have to leave soon. Talk.” He pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the table, between the two women.

Sam weighed her options. He’d completely dismissed them earlier, but something had changed. She decided to start with science.

“Sir, scientists theorize that there are an infinite number of dimensions each of them containing a different possible version of reality.”

“O-Kay.”

“The theory is that there are an infinite number of alternate realities, some of them very different and some of them almost identical. These realities diverge at every choice we make like, forks in the road.”

“So?”

“In my reality, I joined the airforce instead of pursuing a career at NASA, and we’ve worked together, known each other for over ten years. We’ve also encountered multiple alternate universes, traveled to hundreds of planets, and even gone back in time.” She paused and sheepishly added, “Accidentally.” His face remained stoic and hard throughout her ramble, so far removed from her Jack that defeat started to sink into her bones. He wouldn’t believe her.

“Assuming I believed you, how does one encounter an alternate universe and travel through time?”

“In my timeline, the US Air Force is in possession of an ancient artifact, called a Stargate,that enables the creation of stable wormholes, through which teams of airmen explore the universe. In these explorations we’ve found other artifacts that allow for travel between realities, and discovered that if one traveled through a wormhole while there was a solar flare it was possible to travel through time. Once we ended up in 1969, sir.” Jack has begun to pace the room, but didn’t ask anything further so she continued.

“We’ve made quiet a few enemies in the universe. Beings that would enslave humans, called the go’uald. One of these go’auld learned about the possibility of time travel using solar flares, and went back in time to hide the Stargate so the US wouldn’t find it. After he changed the timeline, the next time we tried to use the gate to come home, we ended up here. Back on earth, but an earth with a timeline that didn’t include the US Airforce using the Stargate, a timeline where I joined NASA apparently, and you and I never met.” She didn’t have the courage to outline their real relationship.

“Ba’al has something planned, sir. He will take over the earth and enslave humanity if given the chance. They have powerful weapons, like nothing the US military has ever seen. In my timeline, we had made powerful alien allies that were much more compassionate and technologically advanced than the go’auld. Without their help...” exhausted she let the sentence hang.

“Okay, so you’re saying we should be on high alert for little green men.” Sam couldn’t stop her smile, finally something resembling a joke.

“Actually, Ba’al looks quite human. The go’auld live inside human hosts. They are parasites that claim bodies and suppress the human from communicating and even controling their bodies.”

Jack sighed. “Parasites like ticks that are sentient enough to attack worlds? Really Colonel?”

Sam just stared back at him refusing to allow even a glimmer of hesitation to show in her features. She knew the truth. He had to accept it.

When she didn’t respond, he continued to watch her. Even exhausted and clearly unstable there was something in her strength and resolution that impressed him. She had the bearing of a Colonel, despite her apparent exhaustion and the sadness that pooled just behind her blue eyes.

“I have to go.” And with that he was gone, and the questions began again.

———-

It had been a month. She’d settled into her new house, but hadn’t decorated or really bothered to make it home. She had the essentials, but nothing special. She’d bought rather utilitarian clothing, again nothing special. She couldn’t afford to be recognized as the dead astronaut. After the first two weeks of stares, she’d dyed her hair dark brown, but she was having a hard time adjusting to the new look. She’d been making notes and trying to plan a way to fix the timeline and had some Orlin inspired thoughts. If she could build a mini-gate similar to the one he had made in her old basement, they could at least contact the Asguard. She was still trying to figure out how to reach Cam and Daniel. That might be harder. As it was she was working to gain the trust of some local teenage hoodlums to help her order materials without raising her handler’s suspicions. As she was going over her list of supplies for the third time that morning, the doorbell rang.

She wasn’t expecting a delivery, but she hurried to the front of the house more out of habit than curiosity. She opened the door and stood shocked. “Jack?”

He stood, one brow raised at the familiarity, and took in her casual dress and the dark hair. “Colonel.”

“Um. Come in, Sir.”

Jack walked in and glanced about the sparse apartment. Noting the bare walls and absence of Knick knacks or art. “I like what you’ve done with the space.”

That earned him a chuckle. “I’ll grab you a drink.” She returned with his favorite brand of beer.

“Ah, thanks Carter.” They settled in the living room, and she nervously picked at the label on her own bottle of Diet Coke.

“What did you need, Sir? Can I help you with something?”

“Your friend, Daniel was it, mentioned something about my son, when we first met. It made you flinch if I recall.”

“Yes, Sir. He.” She paused and squirmed just slightly in her seat. “Charlie. In my timeline, Charlie died before we ever met. He’d found your gun at home and accidentally shot himself.”

“So if we fix the timeline, ‘save the world,’ my son is dead?”

She had the good sense to be flustered by that eventuality. “Yes, Sir.”

He looked at her, a grim set to his mouth.

“They found your Stargate Carter. Tested it. The Joint Chiefs now believe you.” She sighed and closed her eyes in relief. When she opened them back up he was gone, a second later she heard the front door click shut.

Merry Christmas @niknaksstuff ! Your request was “Mistletoe fluff fanfic (pre relationship)"  I had lots of fun with your prompt, and I really hope you will like it :D

"General, c'mon, it's Christmas."

The look that General Hammond gives the Colonel has Sam trying really hard not to laugh.

"Last I checked, Colonel, it was December 22nd. Besides, you don't have to stay for longer than 24 hours. You'll be home before Christmas Eve."

"But," the Colonel says in a tone that's dangerously close to whining.

"Are you questioning my orders, Colonel?" Hammond asks, but his eyes are twinkling and Sam snorts, quietly, into her hands. Of course it does not go unnoticed by the Colonel. It makes her happy that seven years of working side by side with him have made her quite immune to his glares.

"No, sir. Yes, sir. Snowed in village on the other side of the galaxy on Christmas Eve Eve Eve it is, sir," the Colonel says still glaring at Sam.

Hammond smiles and rises from his chair. "You depart in two hours, SG-1. Dismissed."

***

The planet isn't as cold as Sam expected it to be. It is also a lot prettier than the images that were sent back by the MALP. They're greeted by a small group of people bundled up for the cold.

"Welcome!" one of them bellows and steps forward.

"Hi, Marko," Daniel says before the Colonel even opens his mouth.

Marko smiles. "Hello. You must be Daniel, I recognize your voice. We are most pleased to have our new alien friends join today's celebration."

"Oh, you celebrate Christmas, too?"

Sam grins. "Seems you might get to have two Christmases this year," she quietly tells the frowning Colonel.

But Marko shakes his head. "I do not know of this holiday. We celebrate the beginning of a new year. The days are short, this year is dying, it is time to say goodbye to everything that has happened, and welcome the new year into our homes."

The Colonel rolls his eyes, just a bit. "Close enough," he tells Sam.

"But let us not stand here in the cold. Come, come. There is food and drinks and"—he takes Daniel's arm and starts leading him to the village—”you will tell me everything about this Christmas you celebrate, will you not?"

Daniel helplessly looks back at his team. "Uh, yeah, of course."

Sam turns her head to the Colonel and Teal'c, to gauge their reaction, but the Colonel only shakes his head before gesturing for them to move.

"Every planet, I swear."

Chapter One: She Looks good in Blue

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Well,” says the Colonel. “This is a Cliche.”

Notes: A sneaky second response to @nellie-oleson‘s sg1 secret santa challenge prompt “Anything Cliche”. Thanks to @delicatelie89 for the wonderful beta. 

Happiness and Donuts (1514 words) by SophieHatter

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Carter/Jack O'Neill, Cassandra Fraiser/Other(s)

Characters: Cassandra Fraiser, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Secret Santa, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Eve, Christmas With Family, Established Relationship, Post-Season/Series 10

Series: Part 7 of Merry Ficmas 2018

Summary:

“Look, here’s Daniel. What Christmas carol was he singing?” Sam passed the photo to Cassie.

Merry Christmas to my Secret Santa @sophiehatt3r

The prompt was “strangers meet at Christmas eve” and I had at least 10 ideas but went with this one in the end.

I hope you like it!

Title: The unexpected consequences of cake