The Twelve Days of Christmas (8/12) – Jenny L- rating G

For disclaimers etc see part 0:


A/N: I couldn't let a whole fic pass without at least a mention of
Jonas… Becky was the nurse he was trying to chat up in season 6 – I
totally forget which episode it was in but I remember it was good
because I know I watched it many, many times.
Also Michelle I'm guessing that you might have seen the end of this
chapter coming…. But thank you anyway for all the feedback this part
is for you.

12 Days of Christmas pt 8; Deck the Halls

Day 8 – Monday 20th December 2004

***
Deck the hall with boughs of holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
***

The santa hat that Teal'c had been gifted sat atop his head, looking
somewhat out of place, but he did not wish to offend Daniel who had
donated the present and assured him that it was traditional to wear
it. After nine years even Teal'c knew a practical joke when he was
the butt of one, however it seemed to make the SGC staff respond to
him differently and he felt that if he was ever to have a chance of
living off the base then he should learn to appreciate all the
foibles of the human character.

Teal'c's final destination was the infirmary where he was to pick up
the day's `Pete has' from nurse Becky Rush, who had just returned
from an extended visit to Kelowna, a visit where she had spent a
great deal of time with Jonas Quinn. She had assured everyone that
he was very well and promised to take all of their good wishes back
when she returned to Kelowna in the new year.

`Pete has…..' Becky glanced around the infirmary until her eyes
lighted on a particularly embarrassed looking young
airman. `Inflammed nipples, god only knows what he was doing with
them, but they were so painful that he couldn't get his tux on and
so like the gentleman he isn't, he asked Jack to step in for him so
she could marry the man she was meant to be with.'

`I will add your suggestion to the list, Lieutenant Rush'

`Teal'c you can call me Becky, Jonas does and hopefully I won't be a
Lieutenant much longer.'

`You are resigning from the airforce?' Teal'c looked down at the
young woman.

`Not exactly.' Becky gazed at Teal'c, her eyes shining. `Jonas asked
me to marry him and move to Kelowna. I just have to wait until the
General gets back from his mission to see if I can get permission.'

`Congratulations. Jonas Quinn is a very fortunate man.'

***
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
***

It looked like a blamanche. A giant, peach, blamanche. That was the
only way that Sam could describe the wedding dress that had arrived
on her doorstep only an hour earlier. It did not resemble the
elegant, pale, blue, silk gown that she had tried on in the shop and
that she had paid a fortune for. The monstrosity that had arrived
was a size 16, peach horror. She had spent the last hour on the
phone to the shop where an assistant had politely assured her that
what had been delivered was what she had ordered and they had the
signed order form to prove it.

Sam had become progressively angrier with the woman who had a
ridiculously chirpy voice and had had to restrain herself from
threatening to use a Goual'd hand device. The conversation had
finally ended when the shop assistant had hung up the phone saying
that just because Sam didn't like the dress she had ordered she had
paid for it and was stuck with it, and no they couldn't do another
one this close to Christmas.

On a whim Sam had stepped into what had been delivered, hoping that
maybe it wouldn't look quite so awful when she had it on. It didn't
look as awful as it had in the bag, it looked worse. So now she was
sitting on the floor surrounded by a sea of peach taffeta and lace,
her head in her hands, crying her eyes out. She raised her tear
stained face to the ceiling,

`What the hell am I doing?'

***
Troll the ancient yuletide carol
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
See the blazing yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
***

Jennifer Hailey was back at work today, it was the week before
Christmas, she didn't have any off world missions, and the
atmosphere around the base was fantastic. Unfortunately she couldn't
bring herself to join in with the Christmas spirit. Yesterday's
conversation with Davis weighed heavily on her mind.

`I mean it would be really bad if we did do anything.' She had said
and he had replied far too quickly for Jen's liking. He was
obviously relieved that nothing had happened or would ever happen
between them. At first Jen had tried to fool herself that his lack
of feelings were a good thing but she had known that it was all a
lie the minute she had shut the door on him.

Therefore Hailey had resorted to an old tactic for dealing with her
unrequited feelings, it involved delving into the many stationery
cupboards that had suddenly appeared around the SGC. Sometimes being
in love was a pain in the ass and she was in love. Totally,
hopelessly, toe curlingly, in love with Paul Davis and probably had
been since he had kissed her last Christmas.

***
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of yuletide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
***

After finding his daughter taking the unusual action of crying her
eyes out on her living room floor, Jacob called in the cavalry which
consisted of Cassie and Clare who were helping out with the wedding
and then he had retreated to a safe distance. Namely the bar of the
hotel that George Hammond was staying in.

`She was crying George. My daughter never cries, especially not over
men. I don't know if I can let her go through with this.'

`If you try and stop her Jacob she'll only resent you. She is an
intelligent woman she knows what she is doing, and maybe we have all
misjudged Shanahan. Your son certaintly likes him.' Hammond
commented.

`As much as I love my son he is an idiot when it comes to his
sister. He just can't see past the fact that Pete isn't military,
somehow Mark thinks Sam won't be happy until she is done with the
air force and Pete is a step in the right direction. Anyway I can't
believe that you are defending Pete, do you think I don't know about
the special executive order you have had in the top drawer of your
desk incase they ever came to see you.' Jacob eyeballed his friend
as George choked on his coffee.

`How did you know? No, on second thoughts I don't want the answer to
that. Sometimes I wish I had told them about it, it might have been
a push in the right direction.' A sigh of regret escaped Hammond.

`Why didn't you?' Jacob asked.

`The president expressly prohibited it. He said that he really
couldn't be seen to be interfering in the love lives of his officers
however much he wanted to and that the existence of the order went
far enough. They had to come forward on their own for me to be
allowed to do anything. It's a testament to the strength of the
belief that one of the first things the new president did in
relation to the stargate was to renew the order. It's ironic but I
think it was Kinsey with all his accusations that persuaded the
president that the relationship would be worth holding on to.'

`I look at Mark's kids, how happy he is with is family and that is
all I want for Sam, but I don't think Pete can give her that.'

Hammond smiled, thinking of his own grandkids. `Every time I see my
grand daughters I think of Jack and Sam with a few of their own
running around. They would make such good parents, whatever they
believe their faults are.'

George finished his coffee and looked again at Jacob. `I'll make you
a promise Jacob. I will try and talk to Jack again before the
wedding; he is the key to this, if he would only believe that he was
good enough for Sam. I don't know that it will do any good, but with
Jack away I guess it can't hurt and somebody needs to do something
other than make up horrible ways that Pete could forfeit the
wedding.'

***
Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
***

Jay Felger was working his way through SG1 in his quest to come up
with a world changing invention. After failing miserably to do
anything useful for Sam or Jack his next invention was aimed at the
brilliant but forgetful mind, such as that of Daniel Jackson.

Felger, along with everyone else on the base, knew that Daniel
Jackson could single handedly come up with a plan that would defeat
a Goual'd and yet when it came to locating his glasses (which were
invariable on top of his head) or finding his keys (usually in the
pocket of yesterday's trousers) he was hopeless. There was little
Jay could offer in the way of helping with the glasses short of
tying them around Dr Jackson's neck, a solution General O'Neill had
suggested on occasion, therefore Jay had worked on the disappearing
keys.

After a great deal of thought and fidgeting with his own keys, much
to the annoyance of the other people who worked in his lab, Jay had
come up with the perfect answer. To not loose the keys they needed
to always be in the same place, so you would always know where they
were. At first he considered permanently implanting them onto the
body but apart from being painful and a little unhygienic it would
be hard to attach them to the appendages that were at the right
height of the lock on the door, the lock that was just below the
door handle. The only other place that the keys could be permanently
attached and still be able to open the door was to the door itself
and so Jay had come up with a simple system of a titanium (therefore
unbreakable) key chain, attached to a naquada plate that could be
super glued to the door, next to the lock.

`So what do you think?' Jay asked as Chloe used the keys that had
been glued to the office door.

`Well I will never loose the keys' Chloe said softly, trying to let
Jay who had been through so many disappointments in the last few
days, down gently. `But unfortunately I think that anyone who wants
to break in is also going to think that this is a wonderful
invention.'

***
Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
***

The planet that Jack had gated to yesterday looked pretty much like
many of the other planets he had visited. There were trees, the odd
stream and not much else. The visiting Jaffa had been friendly
enough and seemed keen enough to do whatever they could help leaving
Jack with a good feeling, it would be nice to finally wipe that smug
smile off Ba'al's face.

After breakfast, `US air force rations – delicious!' thought Jack,
somewhat sardonically, the talks were to begin in earnest. The
general had been politely but firmly informed by the leader of the
negotiating team that he was there to look pretty but say nothing
unless directly asked. Every one had heard about Jack's
famous `diplomacy.'

By the equivalent of ten am earth time the debate was getting on to
the finer points of how many weapons the Tauri would or rather
wouldn't give the rebels, the negotiations going better than anyone
had expected. Jack began to worry that his desire to miss Christmas
might have been a vain hope.

It was a surprise therefore when the supposedly friendly rebel jaffa
all pulled out cloaked staff weapons and aimed them at the unarmed
negotiating team who were lifted out of their chairs and pushed to
the floor.

`Kneel before your god.' The jaffa demanded and Jack had a sinking
feeling in the pit of his stomach, he instinctively knew who was
going to be the next person to come through the door of the tent
even before the flap opened.

`O'Neill. We meet again.'

`Ahh Ba'al. Ya know me, never one to give up on an old acquaintance.
So what is it going to be this time, the poison or the knives?'

`As much as you amuse me, human, this time I will take no chances.
Your fate will be death, permanent death without the hope of a
sarcophagus.'

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