The Twelve Days of Christmas
Laugh and cry with Jack and Daniel as they experience their first holiday season together as a married couple. From getting the Christmas tree to the joy of Christmas day, the happy couple go through a myriad of emotions and events. Join them ... in real time ... beginning with the first day of Christmas on December 14!
A new day will be added every day up to and including December 25! I hope everyone who reads will enjoy it! Oh -- I've been told definite hanky warnings are in effect for Days 10 and 12 for sure!
My thanks to MidnightAscension for this wonderful photo manip! Thanks MA!!!
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Pairing: Jack/Daniel .... and it's all J/D
Season: 7 - December 14, 2003
Size: 13kb, ficlet
Written: December 2,5,13, 2003
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were, especially
Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't. This was a whim; all in
fun. I don't have anything to do with them legally!
Summary: It's the first day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the schedule for the day, getting the Christmas tree!
1) There is a reference to my story, “Out of the Fire, Into Our Souls”
contained here, but it's not necessary to read that one in order to
understand this one.
2) Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better: Charlotte!
........ “On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Daniel, get the lead out. It's time to go!”
Daniel had been daydreaming outside on the patio deck, having gotten
lost in his thoughts of Jack and their first Christmas together as a
married couple. Jack's bellowing, however, easily disrupted the
peaceful serenity of the moment, the image of cuddling in front of the
fire and a lighted Christmas tree having poofed with the bark of Jack's
“Danny, come on. Don't sit there like a bump on a log. We
Daniel looked down for a second before he rose from his spot, “Gee,
Jack, you're so romantic.”
Standing just outside the patio doors, Jack thought for a second he was
in trouble until he saw the little smile on his lover's face as Daniel
“I'm sorry, Danny ... just trying to beat the rush. Actually,
just trying to avoid the possibility of that phone ringing.”
“Don't even think it, Jack,” Daniel sighed, as he leaned into Jack's
“We were going to go get that tree last week, and nothing is going to
stop us from going today.”
“We could just buy one, you know.”
“Only the best for you, Angel. We have traditions to start.”
Daniel smiled, “We've cut them before. It's not the first time.”
“Yes, it is. It's the first time that is the first part of our
forever,” Jack kissed Daniel tenderly, “Geez, I love you.”
“Hmmm,” Daniel crooned softly, “You sure are good at that.”
“Glad you approve. Now let's scoot!”
“Yes, Sir, Colonel, Sir,” Daniel laughed as he leaned over to pet Bijou
and Katie goodbye.
“Be back later, Girls.”
Daniel walked into the house, and picked up his jacket, fully expecting
Jack to be behind him. He was surprised to see Jack still outside
staring at their two beagles, Bijou and Katie. He had an odd look
on his face.
“Jack. Is something wrong?”
“No, it's just ... traditions. We're starting a new family
tradition, right? I mean I know we've done it before, but this is
the first Christmas of our marriage, so it's the first time, kinda ...
I don't know what I mean.”
“Jack, what are you thinking?”
“That we should take the girls. Of course, it means a little
less, um, well ...”
Daniel walked to Jack and placed a giant kiss on his spouse's lips, “I
love you, Jack. Let's take them. We were gone so long on
our honeymoon. I still feel guilty ... sort of.”
Jack laughed, “Yeah, me, too, and then we had that trip to
Washington. Am I being a bit ... crazy here, Danny?”
“No, you're being loving and sweet and caring and wonderful and ...”
“Whoa, Danny you keep looking at me like that and we are so not getting
that tree today.”
Daniel kissed his love one more time, a kiss that lead to yet another,
soft moans coming from both.
“We'd better get out of here,” Daniel laughed, “or we won't get out of
“Okay girls, ride time! New family tradition -- cutting down the
Jackson-O'Neill Christmas tree! Let's get those harnesses,” Jack
spoke with bravado, the two dogs eagerly going inside the house and to
the drawer their harnesses were in.
The family hopped into Jack's F-350 truck, and Jack turned the radio to
a station that played Christmas music exclusively throughout the
holidays. There was a light snow out, just enough to have fun in
but not enough to put a damper on the family outing.
The dogs happily woofed along to some classics as Jack and Daniel sang
along, Jack doing his best Gomer Pyle imitation as he did so, causing
Daniel to lovingly slap him lightly on the arm.
It took about two hours to get to Jack's favorite spot for cutting
trees. He liked it because it was out of the way, a place full of
trees where one missing tree wouldn't affect the landscape.
“This is the only time I love to see nothing but trees,” Jack teased as
they got out of the truck.
Daniel had hold of Bijou's harness, and Jack had Katie's.
“Let's check the area out first, and then we can let them go for a
while,” Jack said.
“A recon on our family tradition?”
“I protect my family,” Jack said with a smile, but with a tone of
seriousness that warmed Daniel's heart.
Their dogs in tow, Jack and Daniel scouted the area, memorizing the
scope of the terrain that day. When satisfied there were no
hidden dangers, Jack unsnapped the leashes, but looked at the girls
intently, “Do not go running around. You two stay right here with
us. This is strange country. You don't know it yet.
And besides, we love you, so ... stay close.”
Bijou and Katie looked at each, and back at Jack, tails wagging, and
Bijou let out a small “Woof” as if to acknowledge Jack's comment.
“Hey, what about you, Little One?” Daniel looked at Katie, who hung her
head a bit sheepishly, “Katie! Do what Jack says not what he does
“Hey, I heard that!” Jack put his arms around Daniel, tugging him to
him tightly, and kissing the side of his neck.
“That tickles,“ Daniel giggled.
“Geez, I love it when you giggle.“
“I don't ... giggle,“ Daniel giggled again as Jack kissed him in the
same spot along the neck.
“Do, too, and I just proved it.“
“Do not, but maybe if you do it again, I'll ... be convinced.
After all, I'm a scientist. I need lots and lots of research.“
“Love scientists,“ Jack said softly, ignoring the ticklish neck in
favor of kissing Daniel soundly.
“Mmmm Jack, we're getting distracted.“
“You're right. Let's pick out our tree.”
The family looked at various trees for about a half an hour and,
finally, it was down to a choice of two. Jack had one that was
tall and straight and looked perfect in every way. A few trees
down, there was a slightly smaller tree, a tad crooked, but it was full
of depth and character. Daniel loved it.
“Danny, it's crooked.”
“It just needs some love ... a few bulbs and ornaments, some lights ...
a little encouragement, that's all.”
Jack threw his hands up in the air, “But look at this one ... it's
“Let's let the girls decide.”
Jack was about to mock the comment when he decided that it was as good
of a way as any to avoid an argument and make the decision. The
couple took Bijou and Katie to both the trees and let them get familiar
with each. Then, they went to a spot at the center of the two
“Okay Girls, welcome to the family, and it's time to earn your keep,”
“Jack!” Daniel frowned.
“Sorry, I didn't mean that and you know it, all of you,” Jack looked at
Daniel and then down at the beagles, “Geez ... all I'm saying is that
you get to have a real say here, make the choice. So, Girls,
which Christmas tree adorns our home for 2003? Go on, take your
pick! No hard feelings, we promise!”
Bijou and Katie looked at Jack and Daniel, both men smiling, their arms
wrapped happily around each other. Then, Bijou barked twice
at Katie who gave one “Woof” back in response, and then together, they
went to the tree Daniel had chosen, and sat down, looking back at the
Daniel tried to suppress his snicker as Jack said loudly, “Oh for
crying out loud ... done in by a couple of beagles!”
Shaking his head, he gave in to the defeat and walked to the tree,
“Guess it's a Charlie Brown Christmas for us!”
Jack studied the tree for the best angle and position to cut it.
“Okay, Angel, get the girls. Don't want to take any chances.”
Daniel put the leashes back on both dogs, and the three stood safely
away from Jack and his axe, watching contently as Jack cut down the
tree. They bound the tree up and placed it on the back of the
truck securely, and then decided to play a while longer in the snow,
the highlight of which was a snowball fight that no one won, kisses
interrupting the battle.
The girls loved the snow and watching Jack and Daniel being so
happy. Thirty minutes later, the Jackson-O'Neill's headed for
“Okay, Danny, where do you think? The usual place?”
“Yeah, but make sure it's far enough back from the beanbag. The
girls get priority,” Daniel said.
Normally, they placed their tree just to left of the fireplace, but
that was now the regular home of the large, comfortable beanbag that
the beagles shared when in the house. Jack scooted the tree back,
selecting a spot he thought fit the bill.
He sat the tree in front of some bookshelves, centered between the
fireplace and the patio door. It left plenty of room for the
beanbag and for the girls to play as they normally did, as well as
allowing lots of room to place the gifts that would soon be placed
under the Christmas tree.
The couple went to the garage and took down the decorations from the
rafters and spent the rest of the day decorating the tree.
Christmas carols filled the house as they happily inspected their
holiday decor, dislodging any dust that might have accumulated and
making sure the items were in tact before putting them in place.
By mutual agreement, the phone had been shut off and the pagers hidden
in the bedroom drawers. If they were needed, the SGC would have
to physically come and get them!
Carefully, they put up all the decorations they had acquired together
as a couple over the years, plus the few Daniel had managed to save,
mostly from his college years, and some Jack had as well, some of which
were given to him by Sara after the divorce.
“I still don't understand what happened to that angel,” Jack complained
as he hung an ornament of a child singing to a branch near the top of
“I don't know. I wish I did,“ Daniel replied sadly.
“It's not your fault, Danny. We had it one year, and then it
vanished. It probably fell off the tree into some wrapping paper,
or maybe we missed it. No one's fault.“
“But it was Charlie's angel.”
“Yes, it was, but it's still only an ornament. Charlie's real
angel is still with him. The decoration was just a symbol of
their bond. Besides, you're MY angel, and you're here with me,
and that's all I need to be happy.”
The two shared a look of devotion, and continued on, chattering away
about their decorations, and letting go any further conversation of the
special ornament that had once been Charlie's.
Daniel had found the bulb in with some of Jack's holiday decorations
their first year together as a couple, not realizing its significance
and had hung it on the tree. Once he had known it was Charlie's,
he had started to take it down, but Jack had stopped him. It was
at that moment that Jack had first called Daniel “Angel” and since
then, he had used the nickname frequently.
It had been a good Christmas, and the next year when they had gone to
decorate their tree, the angel ornament had mysteriously
disappeared. They'd never seen it since.
By 7 p.m., the Jackson-O'Neill homestead was fully decorated on the
inside, the tree being the centerpiece.
“Light 'er up, Danny,” Jack said after connecting the last string of
With all the other lights off in the house, Daniel flipped the
switch. The two studied the tree carefully. It still leaned
a little at the top, Jack observed as he walked around behind his
spouse, placing his arms around him.
“What do you think, Love?”
“I think all it needed was a little love, Jack.”
Jack smiled, leaning his head against Daniel's.
“What do you think?” Daniel asked.
Jack sneaked a glimpse of Daniel, his eyes shining and bright as he
watched the tree. He looked over at Bijou and Katie, resting
peacefully in their beanbag, the glow of the fire accentuating
them. Then, his eyes focused on the festive tree, standing pretty
darn proud, Jack thought.
Daniel had said all it needed was love. Jack knew Daniel had been
talking about more than the tree with that comment.
His hands caressing Daniel's against the young man's stomach, Jack
answered truthfully, “I think it's perfect!”
Daniel looked at Jack, and the two kissed, and spent the rest of the
night in front of a warm fire, satisfied that the first day of
Christmas would always be a treasured memory.
~~On to Day Two and the Second Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 15, 2003
Spoilers: Children of the Gods (very minor)
Size: 18kb, ficlet
Written: December 2,5,14, 2003
Summary: It's the second day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, putting up the houselights
and decorating the yard!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the second day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Oh for crying out loud, who ate my Froot Loops?”
Daniel entered the kitchen, barefoot, wearing a pair of old, tattered
blue jeans and a white tee shirt. He yawned, and said, “Trust me,
Love, it wasn't me.”
“Well, then who was it? I know there was still enough for one
more bowl. You think Thor beamed down and helped himself?”
Daniel rolled his eyes and went to his flustered husband and planted a
kiss on him that had Jack totally uninterested in cereal of any kind.
“Jack, do you really think I ate your Froot Loops?”
“No,” Jack relented, knowing Daniel ate Froot Loops only as a last
resort, meaning starvation and even then, it would be a close call,
“but I can't believe I did, and I forgot to get some more. You
know how I feel about my Loops.”
“Yes, I do. You're positively loopy for your loops,” Daniel said,
patting Jack on the rear as he turned to make his morning coffee.
“At least you didn't say I was fruity ...”
“Jack, that's bad ... very bad.”
“Yeah, I know. I just ...”
“Want your Froot Loops?”
Jack nodded, a pout on his face that almost equaled Daniel's best pout,
so Daniel decided to put his lover out of his misery.
“Hmmm,” Jack answered, still surveying the kitchen as if the box would
magically appear in front of him if he just looked around long enough.
“You took the box into the study a couple nights ago to snack on while
reading Flight Magazine, remember?”
“I did? Oh, yeah, I did,” Jack beamed, kissing Daniel briefly as
he pranced happily to the study to retrieve the prized box, leaving
Daniel laughing as he poured his coffee.
Daniel was already warm. He had planned to make his coffee, but
Jack had already prepared it for him, even being sure to select
Daniel's favorite Arabian Mocha blend. Daniel knew from the
timing that Jack had to have started the coffee before seeing to his
“Gawd, I love him,” Daniel said aloud.
“I so hope you're talking about me,” Jack said as he returned, Froot
Loops in hand.
“No, Paul Davis.”
Jack glared as Daniel shook his head, putting down his coffee and
walking over to his soul mate, putting his arms around him.
“So help me, Jack, if you don't know by now ...”
“Oh, I know, I just ... still can't believe my luck. Who would
have thought this old run down Colonel would end up being the luckiest
man on the face on the Earth, all because you love me?”
“Oh, Jack,” Daniel kissed his husband, his heart full of love and
"What? You think I can't do romance? I'll have you know
that Harry said I was the most romantic man he'd ever met."
"Maybourne?“ Daniel asked, returning to the counter area and his
coffee, ”Jack, you are in serious need of therapy. Still, I know
what you mean. Kinsey once told me that when I kissed him that it
felt as though his whole life had been heading for that one point in
time. I thought it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever
said to me."
Jack's bellow was loud, his face twisting like he had just seen some
Daniel's mouth twitched as he saw Jack advance on him. He was
pulled into a tight hug, and Jack started nibbling on his ear.
"You are a sick, sick, man, Daniel. You've put a picture into my
head that no man should ever have to imagine. Ewwww!"
"Worse than Maybourne spouting romantic lines at you?" Daniel chuckled.
"Hey, a man can dream can't he?" Jack laughed.
"You are so gonna get yours, and when you do it had better be me doing
"Always, Danny! Always," whispered Jack as their lips met.
“Any preference on what we do first?”
“Let's get the outside lights up, Jack, and then we can add the extras.”
Jack and Daniel's agenda for the day was to get the outside of the
house decorated. Fortunately, it was a fairly nice day out, so
they could work at a leisurely pace without worrying about the weather.
As Jack checked the lines to make sure the bulbs worked, Daniel climbed
the ladder and hung the twinkling lights across the house. They
decided to go all the way around, so he had to go up on the roof to
place the lights along the side. They hung the small
multi-colored lights along the patio decking, and the roof deck, too.
“Hey, Jack, let's put some lights in the trees in the back!”
“Great idea, Danny, but we'll have to go buy some more lights.”
“Why don't you go pick up a few lines while I check out Santa?”
“Why don't we both go?”
Daniel looked to the side, “Because ... um ... hmmm ...”
“Because you don't want to get in the middle of that swarm of buffalo
you are sending me into. Isn't that true, Dr. Jackson?”
Daniel coughed, “It's just you're so good at pushing your way
through. You know me, Jack, I'd be letting the little old lady
behind us go in front and you'd just get mad.”
Daniel smiled at his logic. Nothing frustrated Jack more than
Daniel's natural tendency to exude human kindness, frequently letting
others go ahead of them when they were in long lines.
Jack grunted, “You'll pay for this.”
“Is that a promise?” Daniel smirked.
“Oh yeah. Tonight!” Jack smiled.
“Can't wait! Love it when you exact revenge!”
Jack laughed, “Be back in a jiffy. When you get done with Santa,
how about fixing us a sandwich or something? I'm starved.”
“My big strong he-man. He's had a long day already,” Daniel
“Hey, I almost lost my Froot Loops,” Jack continued to laugh, blowing a
kiss at his husband as he got into the truck and headed for the nearest
Daniel practically glowed as he walked to the Santa and whispered,
“He's such a push over. Silly man loves me senseless. I'll
tell you a secret, Santa. Jack's not the lucky one. I am!”
“Boy, am I so going to make you pay,” Jack bellowed as he walked
through the front door 90 minutes later, “That place was a zoo!”
Daniel greeted his love with a lingering kiss of thanks, his hands at
Jack's neck, gently massaging.
“Thank you, Jack.”
Jack grunted, having turned into instant marshmallow, “Geez, Danny,
what you do to me.”
“And vice versa, My Love,” Daniel spoke softly beginning another kiss,
“Lunch is served, but your reward comes tonight.”
“Maybe we could finish the decorating tomorrow?”
“Tonight, Jack,” Daniel said sternly.
“Slave driver,” Jack teased. “They were out of the multi-colored
twinkles, Danny. I got the clear ones, though. I thought
they'd give the trees a pretty look, you know, that elegant style to
contrast a little with the house. What do you think?”
“Sounds like a great idea, Babe,” Daniel kissed Jack again, and then
moved to pick up the bags and pull out the lights.
Jack was such a gooey gop of silly putty at the moment. He
watched Daniel's face as he examined the new lights. Standing
there, Jack remembered a time when Daniel had to be begged to celebrate
Christmas, prodded into getting a tree and decorating it, the painful
memories of the past bogging him down. Now, his spouse was a
happy man, and the feeling that knowledge brought to Jack's soul always
“Danny, you know what? I could go to the mall. I'll bet one
of the stores there would have more of the colored ones. I know
how much you like them. I'll be right back.”
Jack headed for the door.
“No, Jack, wait,” Daniel put the boxes down and chased after his
husband, catching him at the door.
“The clear ones are just fine. They're beautiful, and with the
snow we'll supposed to have, they'll make the trees look like big
lighted snowmen or something. Kinda like a ... scenic countryside
or something. It'll be beautiful, Jack. I love the idea,“
Daniel kissed Jack tenderly.
“But I'll go if you want me to.”
Daniel smiled, cupping Jack's face. “Gawd, I love you so
much. You always try so hard to make everything perfect.
But it is perfect, Jack, because you and I are together. The
clear lights are just fine. Let's finish the decorating so I can
remind you just how perfect we are.“
“Oh, I do like the way you think. Love you, Danny, with all my
heart,“ Jack paused, regrouping, his emotions having just jumped from
one extreme to the other. “Okay -- lights!”
Daniel watched Jack as he picked up the boxes. “It is perfect,
because you love me,” he said silently, and then with a happy sigh, he
joined his husband to finish their task for the day.
The two placed their Santa on the porch of their home. The Santa
lit up, his hand moving up and down. The 4 1/2 foot figure was
motion sensitive, so whenever someone walked near him, Santa would
exclaim, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!”
Then, they put the lights on the trees in the backyard. They hung
a wreath on the front door, and placed holly all around the patio and
“Danny, where's Rudy?”
“Still on the rafters.”
Jack headed to the garage to pull out the life-size reindeer. He
climbed a ladder to the rafters and pushed aside a couple of boxes when
one grabbed his attention. He had forgotten about it. He
took the reindeer down and then grabbed the box and went inside the
house, to the study.
He sat quietly as he opened the box and reviewed the contents.
“Jack, where are you?”
Daniel entered the garage, worried something had happened to his soul
mate. He saw the reindeer on the ground, but no sign of
Jack. He went in the house and called out, “Jack?”
“In here,” Jack answered.
Daniel walked into the study, “I was worried. What happened?”
“I'm sorry, Angel. I got distracted.”
Daniel saw the box of items and sat down next to Jack.
“Yeah. Geez, Danny, there's always another box, something I've
forgotten about that comes back to haunt me.”
“He's not haunting you, Love. He just wants you to remember.”
Jack looked at Daniel surprised, but Daniel put his arms around Jack's
left arm and caressed, “Don't be so surprised. Aren't you the one
who spent years trying to get me to finally come to terms with my
“Yes, but ...”
“But nothing. We worked hard, Jack. Both of us, for Mama
and Daddy, and for Charlie. It doesn't mean we don't still have
our moments, but when we remember now, it's mostly the good.
Jack smiled, holding a photograph of Charlie in the first grade.
It was one that Jack's parents had kept on their mantle. Jack
laughed as he showed it to Daniel. Charlie was dressed as an elf for a
school play, all decked out in green with a funny little hat and
shoes. Sara had spent hours making the costume for their son, and
you couldn't help but smile when you saw the small boy in the holiday
“Yeah, it's good. You know, if I do say so myself, Charlie was
the best one in this play. Actually, he was the best elf that
ever was. You should have seen him. He ...”
Jack talked for several minutes about the play, the preparations for
it, how nervous he and Sara had been beforehand, and then how proud
they were of Charlie for doing so well. Daniel listened
attentively, never stopping his loving caresses, a smile always on his
When he was done, Jack put the photo back in the box and looked at his
husband, “How about we get Rudy situated?”
“I didn't do anything.”
“Oh yes, you did. A few years ago, I would have found this
picture and gotten drunk. Now I can look at it and remember, even
laugh and tease about it. I can remember my son for his life and
not his death, and that's all because of you. Angel, I guess what
I'm trying to say is, after all these years, I've finally forgiven
myself. Gawd, it hurts, but ... I've finally found a peace about
it, and I never thought that day would come, when the pain wouldn't
overshadow the love.“
Jack kissed the man who was his heart, and smiled, “I love you, Danny.”
“Love you, too, but Rudy's feeling abandoned.”
Jack chuckled as he stood, and holding Daniel's hand, they returned to
the garage to get the reindeer and put him in his place on the front
“Not bad, eh, Love?”
“Not bad at all, Jack,” Daniel replied as they stood on the sidewalk
looking at their home.
It had begun to snow lightly, the fluffy white particles accenting
their holiday decorations. Jack and Daniel stood side by side,
their arms around each other's waist. It was a freedom they took
sometimes, and this was one of those times.
The stars were out, and the house and the trees were totally lit.
Santa was doing his greeting, and Rudolph's red nose was shining
brightly. They had a few small snowmen placed throughout, and a
couple of elves.
The two walked inside and took off their jackets that they had put on
to see how their handiwork looked at night. Bijou and Katie were
asleep on the beanbag, as usual, and their indoor Christmas tree
sparkled with happiness.
“Danny?“ Jack called, taking something out of his pocket.
“Yes, Love?“ Daniel asked as he hung up his jacket in the entrance way
Daniel took the small golden box of Godiva truffles, holding it in his
“Ah, Jack, you didn't have to get these.“
“I was out anyway. No biggie,“ Jack shrugged, hanging up his
jacket next to Daniel's and walking over to look at the lights on the
“You had to go out of your way to get these today,“ Daniel spoke softly.
Daniel actually hadn't had any of his favorite Godiva candies in a
while. He had missed the sweet taste, but hadn't said a word about
it. Both had intended to get some during various trips about
town, but often times, they had ended up behind schedule and the
“chocolate run” had been postponed. After all, it wasn't exactly
an urgent priority.
“You're such a softie, Jack,“ Daniel put his arms around Jack's waist,
one hand still holding the box of eight deluxe truffles.
Jack turned and kissed Daniel.
“You hate shopping.“
“Not for you.“
“I love you, Jack.“
The two held each other for a couple of minutes. They didn't
kiss, just touched and caressed. They were letting the sensation
of each other speak their words. Finally, Jack kissed Daniel's
cheek, “You going to share?“
“Oh,“ Daniel laughed, “Always with my Silver Fox!“
Daniel and Jack each enjoyed a truffle along with a cup of hot
chocolate, cuddling on the sofa as they did so. When the drinks
were depleted, Jack carried their mugs to the kitchen.
Daniel stood and stretched, and smiled lovingly at the box of
chocolates that sat on the kitchen counter.
He turned and looked at the family photos on the mantle. Pictures
of his parents, Jack's parents, Charlie, friends who were more family
than friends, and their precious beagles. Daniel looked down at
their children in the beanbag, and walked over to them, kneeling to pet
them. Jack joined him, also petting the girls for a minute.
Then both stood, just smiling. Both were ridiculously happy,
bubbling over in sappy feelings, and they knew it! Then, reality
took a hold of Daniel.
“I'd better check our messages, Jack. We haven't looked at the
phone in two days.”
“One more night won't hurt,” Jack said, “Besides, can't ignore
“Tradition,” Jack said with confidence as he held his love in his arms,
“Oh, tradition,” Daniel agreed, as the two kissed under the sprig of
mistletoe that was directly overhead.
A few minutes later, Daniel teased, “Of course, Jack, you realize that
if we follow that tradition, we won't get anything done until after the
“Have a problem with that?”
“No, but General Hammond might. I mean, I'd love to hear you
explain why we never made it out of the house.”
Jack coughed, “No, I don't think so. I guess we'll have to tough
it out every now and then.”
“Hmm-mmm,” Daniel agreed.
“But, in the meantime, tradition,” Jack kissed Daniel again.
“Jack, you don't think you overdid it a little, do you?”
“Just covering my bases, Love. Just covering my bases,” Jack
After another kiss, Jack steered his soul mate upstairs for another
union of their bodies.
As she watched Jack and Daniel kiss all the way up the stairs, the
oldest beagle looked at her puppy. She then looked up at the
ceiling, full of mistletoe. There were few gaps. Jack had
hung the green sprigs everywhere throughout the house.
Bijou stuck her face out and placed a sloppy kiss on Katie, who rolled
over and kissed her mama back. Then, Bijou laid on her side and
went to sleep, a smile on her face, knowing all was well after the
second day of Christmas, whatever that was!
~~On to Day Three and the Third Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 16, 2003
Size: 18kb, ficlet
Written: December 2-3,7,15, 2003
Summary: It's the third day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
their first holiday season together as husband and husband! On the
agenda for the day, the gift of giving!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ "On the third day of Christmas, my true love said to me"
"Daniel, I want a divorce!"
"Already?" Daniel chuckled, "It's only been a month!"
"That's right, and you're taking me for granted!"
"I am? Care to explain that?"
"Sure, I'm fair. I believe in full disclosure."
Walking up to Jack who stood at the foot of the stairs, still dressed
in his red flannel pajamas, Daniel put his arms around Jack's neck,
his right hand slipping back to play with Jack's ear a bit, "So,
what's the crisis?"
"I woke up alone. That's not fair. Our one month
anniversary, and I
blasted woke up alone. I was ... cold."
Daniel broke out into hysterical laughter.
"It's not funny. I was counting on ..."
"On what, Jack?"
"Never mind," Jack said, giving in to his lips which were desperate to
They kissed long and hard for several minutes, their hands roaming
each other's bodies.
"I missed you, Danny."
"Sorry, I know it's unusual, but I woke up early. Of course,
Bijou licking my back probably helped."
"Bij! Yikes, Danny, we left the girls in all night."
"Hmm-mmm. And they were ready to go out, Jack. Of course, I
have stayed comfy on my Jack pillow but ..."
"Good choice, Daniel."
"I thought so!'
"Happy Anniversary, Space Monkey."
"Happy Anniversary, My Silver Fox."
"Danny, are the girls outside?"
"You don't have breakfast cooking or anything?"
Daniel shook his head, as he leaned in and took a nibble on Jack's
"How about we ..."
"Hmm-mmm, yes, how about we ..."
And they did!
It was lunchtime, and since Jack was in a meeting with General
Hammond, Daniel headed to the Commissary alone. He thought Sam or
Teal'c might be there, and he could join them, but neither were
around. Daniel selected a bowl of vegetable soup and a small salad
along with some crackers and his coffee.
He sat quietly at a corner table. The place was full of Marines
Air Force personnel. Daniel was actually surprised it was so busy
since several staff members were on vacation. As he ate, Lou
entered with Tom Armstrong, a member of SG-7. Lou acknowledged
Daniel, but seemed wrapped up in a personal conversation with
Armstrong so there wasn't anything more than a brief "Hi" spoken
between he and Daniel.
As Daniel was finishing the last of his soup, the noise volume of the
Commissary dropped as personnel had cleared out. He didn't mean to
eavesdrop, but he couldn't help but hear some of what Lou was saying
"I sure wish I could find a way to take Carolyn on that trip.
really earned it."
"You both have. I bet you could find a way. Dig a little
"Nah, I've already tried every way I could think of to get the loot
together, but with the kids and the medical bills, I just can't do it.
It's frustrating, you know?"
Daniel sat quietly for a few moments. The Ferretti's kids were
teenagers now and college was looming. They had struggled for
to make sure they would be able to send all their children to college,
and with the rising cost, that wasn't easy.
They were doing okay until Carolyn had become ill a few years earlier.
It wasn't long after they had separated briefly. Her battle had
a long, costly one. In the end, she had beaten the monster that
threatened her life, but still, the financial impact was one the
family was still trying to dig out from under.
Daniel left the area and went back to work.
Jack and Daniel had eaten dinner, after which Jack went to the study
to return a couple of phone calls. Daniel spread out on the sofa,
soon, Bijou joined him, using Daniel's stomach as a pillow. Daniel
laughed, petting her almost absentmindedly as time passed. Katie
content to have the big beanbag by the fireplace all to herself for a
At 7:30 p.m., Jack emerged from the study and watched his spouse for a
couple of minutes. He looked down for a second and then walked
to the sofa, tickling Bijou's left ear and leaning over to steal a
kiss from Daniel.
"Missed you," Daniel spoke softly.
"Danny, what's going on in that brain of yours?"
"What makes you think ..."
"Daniel, I'm your husband. I know these things!"
"What's so funny?"
"You knew those things before we were lovers."
"That's because we were always meant to be," Jack kissed his love
again, and then stood up, "Sit up a little," Jack directed.
Jack sat on the couch, with Daniel's head on his lap. He caressed
Daniel's head, and then asked, "Okay, so what's up?"
"Jack, remember that year, our first Valentine's Day, when we made
that ridiculous promise not to spend more than $10 on each other?"
"Oh, please, I don't want to remember. Nightmare."
"I still have the pen."
"I drank the beer, Danny."
"Gawd, I hope so," Daniel joked, still petting the mama beagle.
"Love, I hope you aren't suggesting that we ..."
Daniel smirked, "Are you kidding? We fail miserably anytime we
say we won't do anything, regardless of the occasion. I'm just as
as you are."
"A-Grade romantic sap?"
"Certifiable," Daniel teased.
Bijou shook her head, her floppy ears whipping around. She jumped
down and ran to the patio door, requesting to be let outside.
Daniel got up to let her out, calling Katie to join her. He
to the Christmas tree, and reached in to touch a couple of the
ornaments. Jack rose and went up behind Daniel, his arms rubbing
Daniel's for a second and then going around the younger man's waist.
"So the point is ...?"
"We have so much, Jack. I mean, we have each other, our
mean, our dreams have come true, and the ones that haven't yet, we're
making plans for."
"Love you," Jack whispered.
Daniel leaned his head to rest against Jack's shoulder, "The meaning
of Christmas ... the gift of giving ... it is about giving, not
receiving. Jack, I'm not suggesting we don't do anything for each
other because, I know us, and we will, but ...," Daniel turned to look
at his husband, his hand placed over Jack's heart, "what would you
think about maybe ... well, trying to make a few dreams come true for
"Not trying to be dense, Love, but not sure what you mean."
"I'm thinking maybe we could try to find something ... something
really special for them, Jack, for our family, not just ties and books
or video games, but something they need or want that they either can't
afford to get themselves, or maybe just won't because they think it's
... I don't know ... frivolous."
Daniel's hand caressed the fabric that pressed against Jack's heart,
"We have so much, Jack. I just want others to ... to have their
dreams, too, at least the little something that maybe we can help make
"Gawd, you're beautiful, and I'm not just talking about that beautiful
face of yours either," Jack leaned his forehead against Daniel's as
they stood in silence for a minute or two, just loving being in love!
"Think about it, okay?"
Jack nodded, and the couple went about their evening, watching
Christmas videos, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Frosty the
Sam called from her office to chat with Daniel about some science
experiment she was doing, but 20 minutes into the call, Jack grabbed
the phone and said, "Carter, get a life. Go home NOW and that's an
He started to hang up but he knew that would land him in the doghouse,
so he casually handed the phone to Daniel, and said, "Say goodnight,
Daniel rolled his eyes as he wrapped up his conversation with Sam, and
then went to the study and turned on the computer.
"What are you doing?"
"I promised Sam I'd email her some information on ..."
"Daniel, so help me, you spend more than a half hour on this
contraption and YOU'LL be sleeping with the girls!"
Jack started to walk out and then he turned to clarify his position,
"IN THEIR DOG HOUSE ... OUTSIDE!"
Daniel laughed, snickering, "Right!"
"I heard that," Jack shouted back from the hallway.
It was 11:30 p.m. and the Jackson-O'Neill's had gone to bed an hour
earlier, but Jack had wakened and instantly knew he was alone. He
on his green robe and went downstairs, and found his missing spouse
sitting by the lighted Christmas tree, a notepad in his lap.
Daniel was tapping the pen against his knee rapidly. He had let
beagles back in the house, both Bijou and Katie watching the younger
man as he sat quietly.
Jack sat down next to his love, "Hey, I thought we went to bed."
"You do that a lot. Let me guess ... the gift of giving."
Daniel nodded, "We don't have to, Jack. It was just an idea."
Jack knew he was toast. Anything that had the love of his life so
involved was something he couldn't ignore.
"So where do we start?" Jack smiled.
"Well ... the Ferretti's."
"A maid to pick up after Ferretti?" Jack teased.
"No," Daniel said hesitantly, a tad concerned Jack was about to
explode at his suggestion.
"Spill it, Danny. Something tells me you know exactly what you
"They had their honeymoon there. Carolyn's folks paid for it, and
really meant a lot to her. They were only able to stay a few days,
too. We could send them for ... a week, maybe even ten
always wanted to go back."
"And I've always wanted to go to Tibet, well not really, but Paris?
Danny, that's not a gift, that's a vacation!"
Daniel sighed and looked down dejectedly, which naturally melted
Jack's heart. The older man thought for a few moments.
"Okay, I admit it. Carolyn has talked about going back ever since
met her, and Lou has always wanted to make that happen, and I realize
that he's never been able to swing it, and probably won't ever be able
to either," the older man admitted with a sigh.
"They've had a tough time, Jack. The kids and when she was sick.
Let's make their dream come true."
"It's expensive, Danny. I mean, if you want to do it right."
"Jack, I make a ridiculous salary, and you have a wonderfully
ridiculous savings account ... and My Love, it would be a like a
second honeymoon for them."
"Gotta love America," Jack joked, in reference to how he had acquired
such a well-endowed bank account, something no one but Daniel and the
IRS knew about.
Then Jack said seriously, "Lou's a proud man, Love. I don't think
he'll accept that kind of gift, regardless of our intentions."
"I was thinking about that, and the gift of giving. The real gift
... well, it is the giving, not the kudos that come for doing it."
"Are you suggesting that we give these gifts anonymously?"
Daniel nodded, "We can do it, make it work. I'll bet Lou would
to you to make sure it wasn't a setup, and you can verify it, say
you've checked it out. They don't need to know it was us, and we
don't need them feeling like they owe us anything for the rest of
their lives either."
"Gawd, you're beautiful."
"You already said that."
"Well, it's true," Jack took Daniel's hand, still holding the pen, and
kissed it. "Okay, but you do know we'll still have to buy regular
gifts, too, or they'll figure it out?"
"I know. Jack, are you sure you don't mind? I don't want
you to do
this just because I want to."
Jack sneered, giving Daniel a bit of an evil eye, and spoke with
exasperation in his voice, "What do I keep telling you?"
"Not to over think."
"Thank you. Now ... who else and what else do we do for our ...
family of friends?" Jack smiled.
"You're going to laugh, but fortunately for you, she isn't here to see
"Okay, hit me with your best shot."
"Contrary to your belief, Jack, Sam does have a life, and she has a
"Yeah, the mystery man. So?"
"So, Jack, Sam's a beautiful woman, and as terrific as you think she
is as a 2IC, and as much as you think she looks great holding a P90,
she is a woman."
"I've noticed, Daniel," Jack smiled, not really looking at his spouse.
"Oh you have?" Daniel asked in a tone Jack was sure he should try to
avoid at all cost.
"Only at weddings ... like ours. No, not like ours. Didn't
notice she was there. Had eyes only for you, just you,"
in for a kiss, hoping to distract Daniel from the conversation.
"Nice try, Jack. It's a good thing I know you love me."
"Took you long enough."
Jack put his chin on Daniel's right shoulder, trying to see what he
had written down on the notepad for Sam.
"When did this become a test?" seeing Daniel's glare, "Okay, this must
be good to get this kind of build up. What are we doing for
"A ... spa ... resort," Daniel said softly.
"Spa," Daniel looked towards the bottom of the Christmas tree.
"Danny, are you out of your mind? Carter would kill us for even
thinking about something like that!"
"Jack, you're wrong. She's got that big secret vacation planned
the boyfriend next year. She's not going to be wearing
though she loves to build motorcycles and ride them, and while she can
outshoot most of the SGC, and even though she can, as you love to say,
kick Goa'uld butt, she's still a woman."
"Yes, Daniel, I've ..." Jack stopped himself just in time, "Oh, she
is?" Jack coughed.
Daniel shook his head with a small smile on his face and continued,
"You're blind, Love, if you think Sam wouldn't like to be pampered for
a weekend ... massage, fragrances, facial, all that stuff ... she'd
love it, and I'll bet she'd be willing to leave her P90 at home."
Jack grunted, "I'm so glad this is anonymous because she'd kick my
butt. No, don't look at me like that, Angel. She might kiss
she'd kill me."
Daniel laughed, and then grew serious again, "She's career military.
I know that, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't enjoy letting her
feminine side take over for a few days, maybe even right before the
"Okay. Carter gets to be pampered. Next?"
Jack yawned. He was lying with his head on Daniel's lap.
moved to rest atop of Jack and Bijou was in a ball, cuddled up against
Daniel's thigh. It was 3 a.m. and the happy couple had covered a
variety of ideas for their closest friends, the ones they thought of
"Danny, I'm going to fall asleep during your briefing tomorrow ... I
mean, today, so I apologize in advance. Please try not to hate me
when I snore. It's nothing personal especially since I happen to
you," Jack twisted a little, getting a bit more comfortable.
Daniel leaned over and kissed Jack's forehead, "We can go to bed now.
I think we've covered everyone."
Another yawn, "I sure hope so. This is turning out to be more
expensive than your car!"
"I know ... that's what I do! Can we really go to bed now?"
"Yes, Love, we can."
"Gawd," Jack said in agony, as he had started to get up and then
plummeted back down, plopping his head against Daniel again.
"Jack, are you okay?"
"Katie ... she's sound asleep."
"You're such a toughie, Jack."
"You wake her up."
"I have my own problem."
Daniel nodded, "She's right up against me. The two of you are
me very warm."
"Warm? I thought I was hot!"
"Please don't go there, not now."
"It's been a month. It went by so fast."
Daniel carded through Jack's hair with one hand, his other now around
Jack's head, both to support and to caress. After a moment, he
reached inside the top of Jack's pajamas to lightly caress Jack's
upper body with his right hand as he leaned over for a long kiss.
Their eyes met, speaking much more than words. Jack took hold of
husband's left hand, and kissed the ring finger. He looked up and
spoke their words of devotion, "Forever and always, Danny, I love you."
"Forever and Always, Jack, I love you. Happy Anniversary."
"And many more to come, Love."
Jack continued to hold Daniel's hand, and said, "The gift of giving.
I like that."
And as the third day of Christmas closed, Jack, Daniel, Bijou and
Katie enjoyed their quiet time together under the Christmas tree with
gladness and goodness in their hearts.
~~On to Day Four and the Fourth Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 17, 2003
Size: 12kb, ficlet
Written: December 3,5,7,17, 2003
Summary: It's the fourth day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, those pesky holiday cards!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Daniel, I wanted to watch hockey tonight ... and have pizza ... and
drink beer ... and make love to you.”
“I assume I come after the hockey?”
“Best for last, Love,” Jack winked from the sofa where he sat.
“Jack, we've put this off way too long as it is. You can tape the
“What fun is that? I'll hear the score on the news before I have
a chance to watch it.”
Daniel stood at the foot of the stairs, wearing a long sleeve navy blue
turtleneck sweater and dark blue pants. He looked very handsome
in Jack's opinion, and Jack couldn't wait to get his lover out of the
attire ... after the hockey game.
Daniel stared for a moment, watching Jack settle in for another round
“jocks and their big sticks“ as Daniel sometimes referred to the sport
of hockey. Then, Daniel's brain engaged in a plan. With a
smile, the young man said, “Okay, Jack, enjoy the game.”
Jack smiled, “Finally won one,“ he thought to himself as he took
inventory of his ”must have“ items for any sporting event: beer,
a couple of soft pretzels, and a bowl of chips.
He clicked on the TV just in time to hear the announcers introduce the
Two minutes later, Daniel called out to Jack, who turned his head to
face his lover.
“Just wanted to wish your team luck. I'm going to go work on the
cards,“ Daniel walked slowly but steadily to the study, intentionally
making sure that Jack had time to enjoy ”the view.“
Jack watched Daniel leisurely stroll out of the room. He looked
back at the TV, then at the now-vacant hallway, back at the TV, and
back at the room where Daniel had exited. He swallowed hard, and
then turned off the TV, put away the beer and snacks and walked into
“Okay, I'm all yours.“
Daniel grinned as he approached Jack and gave him a huge kiss, a wicked
laugh escaping from his throat.
“That wasn't fair, Daniel.“
“Why, Jack, haven't you heard? All's fair in love and ...
With his arms still around Daniel's waist, Jack's hands slipped
downward, slapping Daniel on his butt just as he released him and
walked to the desk.
As he sat down, Jack looked at his spouse and smiled, “Scrumptious,
Love, but go change. You'll catch a cold or something.“
Daniel laughed, “I'm okay. The heat's on.“
“Boy, I'll say,“ Jack said semi-sarcastically.
Daniel smiled inwardly, making a note to remember this particular
outfit, the one he had changed into on the spur of the moment to lure
his lover away from the hockey game ... a sleeveless blue cotton tee,
with the Avalanche symbol on it that showed off Daniel's muscles, and
denim shorts that were way too tight, showing off a few of Daniel's
“You sure? Seriously, Danny, I'll ... stick it out. I don't
want you to get sick because of me.“
“If I get cold, you can warm me up,“ Daniel said seductively.
“That voice in that outfit is not conducive to writing cards.“
“Sorry,“ Daniel said, deciding it was time to get down to business, and
apparently Jack had come to the same conclusion, picking up a pen.
“So, how are we doing this?“
Daniel pulled out several boxes of holiday cards from a shopping
bag. The two had picked up a selection of four different designs
earlier in the month. Seeing the boxes Daniel was stacking
on the desk, Jack whined, “Danny, why are we doing this? What's
wrong with using the computer?”
“It's too easy, cheapens the sentiment. We're using snail mail,
“Snail mail. Now who the heck came up with that crazy name
“No idea, Love, but considering how long it takes to get mail
sometimes, it fits.”
Next, Daniel retrieved three pages of notes from a folder in the bottom
left drawer of the desk and placed them in front of Jack.
Standing by Jack's chair, Daniel explained, “This is your usual
Christmas list, and this one is mine, and that one is ... ours.”
Daniel sighed, noticing how short the third list was in comparison with
the other two.
Jack reviewed the three lists, “I don't like this, Danny.”
“We're doing the cards ...”
“No, that's not what I meant. I meant ... this,” Jack pointed to
each of the papers individually, “Yours, mine and ... ours. We
should just have an ours.”
“I know, but we don't, and we can't get around that,” Daniel started to
Jack grinned wickedly, suddenly grabbing his lover, pulling Daniel to
sit on his lap. Daniel laughed as he exclaimed, “Jaaaaack!”
The older man was laughing, his hands making sure Daniel didn't try to
slip away, but then he heard his lover speak and saw his eyes.
Daniel was in no hurry to move.
“Jack,” Daniel repeated more calmly as he reached his right hand to
Jack's neck, moving it freely along the neck and shoulder, under Jack's
shirt, “I love you.”
The two kissed, and Daniel leaned his head against Jack's right
shoulder, “I don't like it either, but people don't even think we live
together. I mean, not even as friends. I have the apartment
and everyone thinks it's where I live.”
“Everyone? Sometimes, Danny, I think we're fooling
ourselves. In my honest opinion, I think anyone with a brain
would have to know we're together. You're never there.”
“People don't pay attention. Besides, you know perfectly well
most of the SGC doesn't even know where we live, either of us.”
“I know, I just ... hate it, that's all.”
“I don't like it either. Gawd, I hate it as much as you do.”
After a moment of silence, Jack spoke up again, "Hey! How about
we stir things up. I'll go right into the SGC and announce over
the intercom that I'm madly in love with a crazy archaeologist and have
wild sweaty sex with him on a daily basis. Actually on a twice
daily basis. Well, to be fair it's probably more like ..."
"I get the picture, Jack, I'm usually there you know."
"How do you know?"
"That you're usually there?"
With Daniel contented for the moment, Jack scanned the list, “You know,
I'll bet you most of the people on my list wouldn't blink at getting a
card from both of us. Geez, Danny, I talk about you all the
time. If I don't mention you for five minutes, they ask about you
“We can't do joint cards except for the third list, and you know it, so
we might as well get to it. The sooner we're done, the sooner we
can ...,” Daniel kissed Jack with a wet promise of what would come
“Best motivation in the world,” Jack let Daniel get up and then they
each prepared their Christmas cards to their individual friends.
“Form letters are looking better and better,” Jack said as he finished
his tenth card.
“Never. Talk about lack of personality and caring. I hate
“It's also like reading a magazine article. Might as well send it
to Reader's Digest rather than sending me a personal holiday wish.”
"That's a great idea. We'd only have to do the one card and get
them to add it to their latest edition in between 'Monk Fish Found On
Beach, 500 Feet Long' and, 'How To Make Your Own Spitzlenoogle."
"Earth to Jack! There's no such thing as a Spitzlenoogle.
Trust me, I'm a linguist."
"There is so such a thing. I read it the other week in that
Sci-fi mag. It was being advertised right under the article that
said an alien ate my mom."
"Are you going to get on with this, or do I have to make you do them
all, mine included?"
“Of course, nothing wrong with just signing our names.“
“Okay, okay, was just making conversation,” Jack wrote on, wishing he
and his friends all knew shorthand!
Three and half hours later, Jack placed the last stamp on his last
card, “Yes! Three points!” he cheered as he tossed the card into
the basket they had set out to place the finished cards in.
“I'm done, too.”
“Good, now for dessert.”
“No, now for the 'ours' pile.”
“The fun pile, and speaking of fun,” Jack stood and walked to Daniel
who was seated on the floor in front of the sofa, just placing his last
card in its envelope.
Jack rubbed Daniel's back as he waited for his lover to finish, and
when he was, Daniel leaned back into Jack.
“You didn't really hate it, did you?” Daniel asked hesitantly.
“No, of course not. I spout off like this every year. You know
Daniel nodded, but Jack felt he was a bit hesitant, so caressing his
lover, Jack voiced his concern, “Danny?”
“I just don't want it to seem like I'm making you do things you
wouldn't want to do. I mean, because I ...”
“Changed clothes?” Jack laughed, and Daniel nodded.
“Nah, this was on the agenda and I had no business trying to stick the
hockey game in there. I love our life, Danny, all of
it. I'd rather be in here with you getting writer's cramp than
sitting out there by myself watching guys beat each other up, but you
tell anyone that, and I'll have to ...”
“To what?” Daniel moaned from the pleasure of Jack's touch against his
“This,” Jack said, leaning down and beginning a long round of fondling
and kissing that lasted a half hour.
“Jack ...,” Daniel finally interrupted their make-out session
“I know, the 'ours' pile.”
The two got up and brought the cards and list that contained the names
of their special family of friends to the sofa. They sat side by
side and wrote cards to each person on their short list, people who
knew that Jack and Daniel are forever. Each card was full of love
with little tidbits about their honeymoon or first month of
marriage. Jack would write a paragraph and then Daniel, the cards
often ending up much like their verbal banter, and thus, were longer
than any of their individual cards.
As a result of the combined writing efforts, and the back and forth of
written sparring, the small list of cards had taken two hours to
complete, but the couple had laughed and teased the entire time.
“Now that was fun,” Jack said as he carried the completed cards and
placed them with the others.
“Actually, this is more fun,” Daniel said, removing his tee with lust
for his husband in his eye.
Jack's eyes grew wide with his own lust, and as the fourth day of
Christmas ended, Jack and Daniel once again, grounded themselves
together with a powerful motion of their bodies that spoke of their
everlasting commitment and love for each other.
~~On to Day Five and the Fifth Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 18, 2003
Size: 11kb, ficlet
Written: December 3,5,17-18, 2003
Summary: It's the fifth day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, fire in the kitchen!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“DANIEL! QUICK! GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER! ... OUCH!”
Startled into action, Daniel jumped up from the sofa where he had been
reading a magazine. He grabbed the fire extinguisher from the
closet and ran into the kitchen, immediately releasing the foam and
dousing the fire that had begun on the stove.
“Jack, what happened?” Daniel asked, putting down the red fixture and
moving rapidly to Jack who was holding up his hand, and rubbing his
“I burned it. What do you think happened?” Jack barked.
Daniel checked his husband's hand. It might be a little singed
with soreness from the burn, but he was fine. Daniel held the
hand under the cold water faucet for a minute or two as Jack barked
obscenities. Daniel dried the hand gently.
“You're fine, Jack.”
“But it hurts,” the older man pouted.
"You are such a baby ... Babe," Daniel snickered as he tended to his
"Kiss it better."
"No, I'm not kissing it better. Kiss it better yourself."
"But it burns ... it burns ... I'm melting ... melting!"
"You've been watching far too much television, Jack. I may have
to take away your DVD of 'The Wizard of Oz!"
Jack played his burnt appendage for all it was worth, desperately
wanted Daniel to have pity on him. Daniel, on the other hand, was
determined not to let his lover turn into a five year old ... at least
until he made the mistake of looking into Jack's eyes and noting the
expression on his face.
Jack had such a cute look that Daniel couldn't help himself. It
was a combination pout that said “You don't love me,” grin that said “I
am sooooo funny” and just a tad of seriousness that said, “It really
does hurt.” Not unlike the Wicked Witch of Oz, Daniel
melted, right there in front of his husband.
Daniel kissed the thumb gently, and then kissed it again. He
ended up placing kisses all along the joint, completely tracing it, and
then he kissed the very tip of the thumb before putting it in his mouth.
Jack never moved, his eyes locked onto his sexy spouse. Daniel
sucked on the thumb for a moment, and then released it placing another
kiss on it.
“Your thumb. Does it still hurt?”
“My thumb? Oh, my thumb. No, ah, no,” Jack tried to regain
his equilibrium which had been totally shot.
Daniel put his arms around Jack's waist as he kissed him on the lips
and whispered, “So what happened?”
“I know that. Why?”
“I think I put too much vodka in the fudge.”
“Vodka? In fudge? JACK!”
“I'm only kidding. Burners must be dirty. It boiled over a
little and the next thing I knew, it was flame city.”
“Be careful, My Love. I need you,” Daniel said in complete
Jack kissed him again, “Love you, Angel.”
“Love you, too.”
Jack washed his hands and cleaned out the burners before continuing
with his holiday cooking. Meanwhile, Daniel went back to his
magazine. An hour later, Jack walked out of the kitchen and
stopped dead in his tracks.
Daniel was laying on the sofa, asleep. On his stomach were both
Bijou and Katie, Daniel's hands protectively holding on to each.
The Christmas tree was lit, holiday songs were playing, and there was a
fire going in the fireplace.
As he watched, Jack fell in love all over again. The setting was
gorgeous, and the sight of Daniel with their beagles was by far “the
most beautiful thing I've ever seen” Jack thought.
It was such a warm sight to his heart, that Jack sat on the bar stool
for a good five minutes, just watching. The love in his heart
almost overwhelmed him, and once again, he looked up to the Heavens and
mouthed “Thank you” to whatever power that may be that had given him
the gift of Daniel Jackson-O'Neill!
With a glance at the timer in the kitchen, Jack moved to the sofa and
sat on the edge of the sofa.
“Jack?” Daniel said, waking slowly.
“You just keep on saying my name as soon as you wake up, and we'll be
Daniel smiled and prepared to be kissed. Jack leaned in, petting
Daniel's head and kissing Bijou and Katie.
“Oh, sorry, Love ... easy mistake!”
“Jack, you are so going to be sleeping with Bij and Katie tonight.”
Jack laughed, “Now you know you were a gorgeous lost puppy yourself
once upon a time.”
Daniel rolled his eyes, “I was not.”
“Yes, you were.”
“You stood there in that hallway with great big puppy dog eyes that
begged me to rescue you.”
“I did not.”
“Not,” Daniel said softly.
“Sooooo did, too,” Jack said, leaning over and finally kissing Daniel
soundly, Daniel's hands reaching up and moving up and down the back of
Jack's head, keeping him close.
“I was not a puppy, lost or otherwise, but ... in case I haven't said
it before, thank you for rescuing me.”
“You're welcome, and yes, you were,” Jack said, interrupting Daniel's
objection with another lingering kiss. “You want me to finish
this cooking job alone, or did you still want to help? I don't
mind if you want to keep resting.”
“I want to help. It's our first official Christmas. I want
us to do everything together.”
“Okay, well, O'Neill's Secret Fudge is about done and I've locked away
the ingredients so the kitchen is safe again.”
“How's your thumb?” Daniel asked, his voice and expression full of love
“Trust me, Danny, I forgot all about it after that little display of
“Geez, I love it when you do that. C'mon, time to cook, and then
we'll ... cook,” Jack teased.
“Gawd, I love these things,” Daniel said, as he poured the Rice
Krispies into the melted mixture of marshmallows and butter.
Jack stirred as Daniel emptied the cereal, “Me, too, especially since
you've turned me into a marshmallow.”
Daniel laughed, “Don't worry. Most people still think you're as
scary as King Kong.”
“Does that make you my Fay Wray?”
“Doghouse. Think ... doghouse!”
Jack flinched, as he continued to stir. Daniel brought out the
pan, and Jack poured the mixture into it. With wax paper, they
smoothed out their Rice Krispies Treats.
Daniel was doubled over in hysterics.
“It's not that funny, Daniel.”
“Sorry, Love, but you look so ... so ...” Daniel gave in to more
Jack growled as he tried to peel off the sticky layers of taffy that
plastered his face, neck and chest.
“You didn't have to let go like that.”
“Oh, yes, I did,” Daniel snickered, and then seeing murder in Jack's
eyes, took off for safer pastures.
“You're going to get it, Jackson,” Jack yelled, chasing his love
outside into the cold air of the night.
There was a light snow falling as Jack continued his pursuit.
Daniel dodged behind the beagle's house, using it as a protective
“You can't run forever.”
“And you can't chase me forever,” Daniel retorted.
They kept dodging each other, the doghouse in between them.
“Give it up, Jack. Besides, if you don't, that taffy might freeze
to your face.”
Jack startled at the thought, “Oh, you are SO going to pay.”
Jack retreated to the house and cleaned up. When he returned to
the kitchen, Daniel was putting the finishing touches on the taffy.
Jack considered a plan of attack, until Daniel spoke, “Careful, Love,
Seeing the batch of taffy, Jack decided to get his revenge another day.
“I never in my life thought I'd be baking Gingerbread men, let alone
decorating them,” Daniel laughed as he squeezed out a smiley face on
the last cookie.
“Gingerbread men are great. Self-portraits, and this one, is
you,” Jack grinned at the smiling cookie, one in which the smile was
“I'm so happy, Jack. Gawd, I can't believe it. Sometimes,
it scares me to feel like this. I just never believed I would
know what this was like.”
Jack took the icing out of Daniel's hand, and turned his lover to face
him. He put his own hands on Daniel's face, cupping it, massaging
as he stared deeply into his soul mate's eyes, “I waited so long to
hear you say those words, that you were happy, for real ... not just
for a moment, or even a few days of moments, but ... forever
happy. I knew it would happen. It had to, but when you
finally said those words, and I knew you meant it, geez, Danny, I
thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. It just made the whole world
light up for me ... hearing you say them. Say them again.”
“I'm happy, Jack, so happy,” Daniel beamed like a shining star
twinkling in the night.
The two kissed as the cookies smiled.
“Not bad for a night's work,” Jack said, taking in their handiwork.
On the kitchen counter, were batches of several holiday snacks that
included the Rice Krispies Treats, taffy, fudge, and the Gingerbread
cookies, as well as a variety of other foods such as popcorn balls,
Snickerdoodles, and brownies.
They had made several variety packs to give to their friends as a
holiday greeting, and to take to the SGC, and some would stay at the
house to nibble on during the holiday season.
“This fudge is really good. Are you ever going to tell me what
the secret ingredient is?”
“Maybe. One day,” Jack smiled.
“I thought we didn't keep secrets,” Daniel flaunted with batting
“Nice try, Danny.”
“I have my ways, Jack. You'll tell me!”
“Oh yeah? Let's see you try!”
As the fifth day of Christmas came to a close, Daniel showed Jack the
first of several ways to get information from him. The
problem was, Jack's brain cells had fried, as had Daniel's, so by the
time they were through, fudge was the last thing on their minds!
Maybe some day Daniel would learn the secret ingredient for the
chocolate confection, but all he cared about at the moment was that his
husband was all the sugary confection he had ever needed or
wanted. It was indeed a happy holiday season!
~~On to Day Six and the Sixth Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Humor, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 19, 2003
Size: 19kb, ficlet
Written: December 3-4,7,18-19, 2003
Summary: It's the sixth day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, Santa and his helper spread
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Hurry up, Daniel, or we'll be late!”
Reluctantly, Daniel walked gingerly down the stairs to where Jack was
“I don't know how I let you talk me into this,” he complained.
“It's for the kids,” Jack reminded.
“Low blow, Jack.”
Jack coughed, as he reached for his keys.
“So help me, Jack,” Daniel warned, “one photo and you're sleeping alone
for a month. A month, Jack. Do you hear me?
THIRTY-ONE FREAKIN' DAYS!”
Jack desperately tried to suppress his laughter and, knowing he was
losing the battle, he hurriedly made his way to the front door.
“Jack!” Daniel repeated more forcefully.
“JAAAACK!” Daniel followed, concern consuming him that Jack hadn't
assured him there would not be a photo taken.
Dressed as Santa Claus, Jack was already in the truck waiting, the heat
on low, considering the warm attire. Skittish and hesitant,
Daniel worked a while at getting his feet wearing long green shoes with
bells on them into truck. It hadn't been easy to get his head
wearing a red pointy hat that had a few fluffy balls attached to
it inside either!
Jack burst out with laughter at the sight.
“You're so dead, Jack,” Daniel said, finally successful in getting his
entire body into the truck, and closing the door.
Jack admired his lover's costume.
“Ah, Angel, is Santa's number one elf going to turn on him?”
Daniel glared intensely, “Drive the truck, Jack.”
“Colonel O'Neill, you're a saint, that's for sure!” Molly O'Hanlon
spoke in her Irish brogue.
Molly was in charge of a small children's shelter in Colorado Springs,
and for years, Jack had helped them out in a variety of ways, including
playing Santa Claus during the Christmas holidays. This
shelter was one of a few Jack had contributed to regularly, both with
time and money. Somehow, giving in this way had always made him
feel closer to Charlie.
“Molly, this is Daniel Jackson. He's my helper tonight.”
“Ah, Mr. Jackson. The Colonel has mentioned you so often. 'Tis
good to finally make your acquaintance.”
“Um, thanks,” Daniel said quietly.
Jack whispered, though Daniel could still here him speak, “He's a bit
shy about the costume.”
Molly, born and bred in Ireland, laughed sweetly, “Ah, you make a
darlin' elf, and you know Santa always needs a good helper.”
“That's me, Santa's slave, I mean ... helper,” Daniel half-smiled.
After a bit more discussion, the sixty-something Molly led the two men,
each carrying large bags of gifts, towards the Recreation Room where a
group of 20 children were waiting. They stopped short of the room
to make sure their costumes and gifts were okay.
“Jack, turn around,” Daniel ordered, “Your belt is crooked ... and ...
Jack, stop fidgeting,” Daniel said as he made sure the long white beard
“Do I pass inspection, Elf Daniel?“
“Yeah, I guess you'll do. You make a great Santa, Jack.”
“This is so sweet of you both,” Molly said again as they continued to
the closed door, and then she whispered to Jack, “Your Danny Boy is so
adorable. The kids are going to eat him up.”
Jack smiled and thought to himself, “That's exactly what I'm going to
do to him as soon as I get him home!”
Looking at Molly, Jack said softly, “Ah, Molly my love, I wouldn't go
'round callin' Elf Daniel here by Danny Boy. He might go pout in
“Jack, I heard that!“
“I'll just go in and make sure the precious babes are ready for you,”
Molly said, entering the room, leaving Jack and Daniel alone in the
“You are so dead, Jack.”
“Love you, too,” Jack whispered, a grin decorating his bearded face.
“Time to sparkle,” Jack said, checking his belly padding one last time.
Daniel looked at him quizzically, “Sparkle?”
Jack shrugged, “It's what came out. What can I say?”
“Nothing, Santa. Let's get this show over with. I feel like
such a fool in this get up.”
“OH SANTA ...” Molly shouted, ringing a little bell at the same time.
“Showtime!” Jack laughed, wondering why he hadn't thought of that
phrase in the first place!
Entering the Recreation Room, Jack shouted with gusto, “HO! HO! HO!
The room full of kids had bright smiles on their faces. They
stood and laughed and ran to Santa and his helper. The kids
ranged in ages from four to twelve, and were of various nationalities
and races. It is the thing that made Molly's little shelter so
special to Jack, the way she kept the children of multi-colors and
backgrounds as one family.
“Have you been good boys and girls this year?”
A chorus of yeses were heard as Santa Jack walked to the chair
decorated in red velvet in his honor. He put down his large red
bag of toys and began to talk to all of the children as Daniel put his
down and went to get another bag they had outside.
Once all the bags were in place near the throne, Daniel tried to hide
inconspicuously behind them, but suddenly, he heard, “Children, this is
my number one helper, Daniel. He's my best elf, but he's a little
Santa Jack leaned forward and talked more softly, “He thinks his elf
uniform is silly. You kids are going to have to make him feel
Most all the kids laughed and ran to Daniel, surrounding him, asking
him questions about the North Pole, Rudolph, making toys, and Santa
himself. Daniel was taken aback by the overwhelming reaction of
the children, and did his best to give the “right” answers. He
soon learned that answering in detail wasn't the requirement to
satisfying the kids, but responding with love was.
Eventually, the children settled back down in their spots on the matted
floor. Santa told them a few stories about life with Mrs. Claus
and all the reindeer and elves at his village at the North Pole, making
sure to mention that he just couldn't get anything done without the
assistance of Elf Daniel.
Then, he and Daniel made a big deal out of passing out gifts “just for
being you today” to each of the children. Each child received a
present that Jack and Daniel had purchased on their own, based on
suggestions Molly had given them for each of the youngsters in her care.
Next up, Elf Daniel organized the children so that one by one they sat
on Santa's lap. Jack had memorized information Molly had given
him about the kids, so they were frequently shocked at the way Santa
Jack had been able to point out the things they had done, both “nice”
and “naughty,” over the past year. Each child gave him their
Christmas wishes, which Molly secretly wrote down from behind Santa's
throne chair, hoping to be able to surprise the children with some of
their wishes on Christmas day.
When they were two-thirds of the way through, Daniel noticed a little
girl sitting quietly in the back row. He couldn't remember
talking to her about being an elf, nor giving her a present. As
he looked around, he didn't see any toys near her. Something
about the girl's lost look reached out to him.
Daniel went over and sat down, a bit clumsily considering his attire,
in front of the little blonde-headed child.
“Hi,” she said in a very small voice.
“My name is Daniel. What's yours?”
“You're very pretty, Kathleen. I love your curly hair.”
“Mama said my hair was naturally curly.”
Daniel smiled, “How old are you?”
“Six ... and a half.”
“Wow ... almost all grown up.”
Kathleen chuckled, “I'm just a little girl.”
“A very pretty little girl!”
“You're pretty, too!”
Daniel didn't know whether to scream or blush, so he didn't do either,
and instead, tried to pretend the small child hadn't said anything.
“Are you ready to talk to Santa Claus?“
“No?” Daniel asked with surprise.
The curly blonde shook her head.
“Don't you want to give Santa your Christmas list?“
Kathleen shook her head again.
“He's scary. Loud.“
“Trust me, Santa is teddy bear, very soft and cuddly.“
Kathleen looked, “But he's so loud ... and big.“
“Not all the time.“
Kathleen shook her head again, not wanting to go up to Santa
Jack. Daniel decided to let it drop for the time being.
“How long have you been here, with Molly?”
“Just today. My parents died last week,” Kathleen said with her
“I'm sorry. My parents died when I just a little boy. It
feels lousy, doesn't it?”
“It'll get better, Kathleen. Believe me, someday, it won't hurt
“It's okay. Mama said I was ...npendat. Do you like being
an elf?” Kathleen sniffled, apparently wanting to change the subject.
“Yeah, Santa needs me. You know, it took me a long time to figure
out that needing people and being needed was a good thing. When
my parents died, I pretended that no one loved me. And I decided
that I would never love anyone again, because it hurt so much to love
them and then have them go away. But Santa, he showed me that
love is a good thing. Sometimes, it makes us cry, but most of the
time, if fills us up with goodness and laughter. Don't lock
yourself away, Kathleen. Give people a chance!”
“I like elves,” the little girl stated, rocking back and forth just a
“And I like you,” Daniel smiled back in reassurance, and then he
remembered the gifts. “I'll bet you think Santa forgot about your
present, don't you?”
Kathleen nodded, “It's okay. I just got here.”
“You're wrong. Santa always keeps one very special present for
one very special little girl or boy. I'm betting you're the one.”
“Don't you know?”
“Me? I'm just his number one elf. Santa's the one who knows
everything,“ Daniel leaned over and whispered into the little girl's
ear, ”He has the official naughty and nice list. He doesn't show
it to anyone, not ever.“ Sitting upright again, Daniel added with
confidence, ”You wait and see. I'll bet he has a big surprise
waiting for you!”
“Hey! Elf Daniel, where are you?” Santa Jack beckoned.
“Whoops! Santa needs me. Don't you disappear now.”
“I promise, Daniel.”
Daniel stood and went to Jack and took care of what he needed, and then
watched as the next child visited with Santa. When that child was
done, Daniel spoke softly, “Santa ...” and nodded with his head towards
a corner of the room.
“Elves. They are so demanding,” Santa Jack spoke to the kids,
“I'll be right back. Don't forget where we were!”
“Elf Daniel, what's up?”
“Cut the elf thing, Jack, er, Santa. Listen, we have a
“Santa doesn't have problems.”
“Well, Santa Jack does. See the little girl sitting in the back,
staring towards the window?”
“Well, number one, she's scared to death of you, I mean Santa.
He's loud and big. And number two, she's new. We don't have
a present for her. And number three, her parents died last week,
Jack. She's scared and alone and getting ready to shut out the
world. Believe me, I know.”
Santa Jack studied the youngster for a moment, and then smiled, “Danny,
that doll we got for Vanessa. Did you take it to the base?”
Daniel lit up with a huge smile, thinking about the present they had
gotten for General Hammond's youngest granddaughter.
“Great idea, Santa! And no, it's still at the house. I'll
go get it.”
“You can't leave. It'll be too obvious. Where's Carter?”
“Girls night out. She and Janet and I don't know who else doing
who knows what that honestly, I don't want to know anything about.”
“Daniel, you're giving me a headache, and no, I don't want to know
“Cassie,” both spoke in unison.
“I'll call her,” Daniel said.
“And I'll handle problem number one while you do that.”
“Jack, remember, she's frightened.”
Jack nodded and went back to the kids, visiting with all of them a
while. Then, he spoke, “Okay, Kids, Santa will be right back to
finish talking with you guys over here,” pointing to the group that
hadn't yet sat on his lap.
Slowly, he walked over to Kathleen. Stopping a few feet away, he
kneeled down slowly, careful not to startle her.
Kathleen looked up meekly, overwhelmed by Santa Jack.
“Boy, I'll tell ya, being Santa isn't easy. Everyone wants me to
Ho Ho Ho all the time. I end up being as loud as an old grizzly
bear. Ever heard a grizzly bear growl, Kathleen?”
She shook her head, “Well, think of me when I first walked in.
“I'll tell you a secret. Most of the time, I prefer to talk like
this,” Santa Jack said softly. “I know you probably won't believe
this, but, most of the time, I'm pretty lonely. During the
Christmas holidays, everyone loves me, but then they forget about
me. For the rest of the year it's like I don't exist. I get
very depressed,” Jack sighed, “I'm sad just thinking about it. I
wish someone would give me a hug.”
Jack looked all around at the kids, excitedly playing with their toys,
laughing and chatting with Molly.
“See, they are all wrapped up in their toys and Santa gets
forgotten. I could sure use a hug.”
Kathleen slowly got to her feet and inched her way to Santa Jack.
She gave him a look, and then she flung her arms around him, “I won't
forget you, Santa. I'll remember all year long. I promise.”
“That makes me feel so much better. It's nice to be
remembered. Thank you.”
Kathleen pulled back from the hug and smiled.
“Hey, would you come sit on my lap on the throne and tell me what you
want for Christmas? It would make me happy.”
Kathleen nodded, so Santa Jack lifted Kathleen up as he stood, careful
not to tower over her. He carried Kathleen to the throne seat and
visited with her for several minutes. It took some coaxing, but
with his smiles and soft voice, Santa Jack finally convinced her to
admit to a few things she'd like to have for Christmas.
Elf Daniel walked in towards the end of the conversation and beamed
when he saw the little girl smiling and chatting away on Santa's lap.
“Gawd, I love him,” Daniel thought as he watched Santa Jack in action
and saw the sweet expression on the innocent little girl's face.
Jack saw Daniel had returned to the Recreation Room. Seeing
Daniel nod, Jack knew the “situation” was under control. He
smiled and finished talking to Kathleen.
Afterwards, he chatted with the few remaining kids who had yet to sit
on Santa's lap, and then all had special holiday treats, homemade by
Molly and her assistants. With their treats settling in their
stomachs, Daniel Elf read “The Night Before Christmas,” the children
enraptured by the holiday tale.
Cassie arrived near the end of the story, out of breath from her rapid
pace. She had worried about having taken so long to reach the
“Relax, Cass, you're just in time.”
“I'm glad ... Santa. I really have to go, though, unless you need
“No, just this. You saved a little girl from a horrible heartache
tonight. You're a peach.”
Cassie smiled, and exited, “Tell Uncle Daniel I love him.”
“Okay kiddies, it's about time for Santa and Elf Daniel to go ...”
A round of boos and sighs and “please don't go's” abounded, but Santa
Jack explained they had a lot to do before Christmas, “And besides, if
we don't go soon, Dasher and Donner are going to want overtime!”
The kids laughed as Jack continued, “But first, Santa has a special
present for a very special little girl. Kathleen, come here,
Sweetie,” Santa Jack kneeled back down as she approached.
“This is for you,” from Santa, and Elf Daniel, and all the reindeer.
Kathleen's eyes were wide with awe at the very large box. All the
other kids wondered what it could be. Slowly, Kathleen opened the
box and took out a life-size little brown-eyed doll named Cindy.
“Wow, she's as big as me!” Kathleen said, holding the doll up, and then
putting it down very carefully, she threw her arms around Santa, “Oh,
thank you, Santa.”
“You're welcome, Kathleen.”
Then, she ran to Daniel and threw her arms around him, “He's not so
scary,” she said, adding “Thank you, Daniel. I'll remember what
“Merry Christmas, Kathleen!”
She ran back to her doll, a big smile on her face.
Jack and Daniel exchanged a smile, and then said their good-byes.
Still in their costumes, Jack held Daniel in his arms as they stood at
the foot of the steps to the front porch of their home.
“It wasn't so bad, was it, Danny?”
“No, not so bad.”
The two kissed tenderly, a holiday risk in doing so in front of their
home at only 9 p.m., but one they couldn't deny themselves at the
moment. Then, out of nowhere, a female voice said, “Hey,
Daniel! Cute outfit. Love the shoes!”
Daniel turned, facing the voice. His eyes were wider than ever,
his mouth open like a guppy gasping for air, his expression one of both
shock and horror.
Daniel screeched in the aftermath of the camera flashes, “SAM!”
Jack's hysterical laughter drew attention away from the woman.
“Way to go, Carter! Good job!” and then seeing Daniel's face of
death, Jack swiftly fled up the steps, unlocking the door as quickly as
possible, and going into the house.
“JAAAAAACK! YOU ARE A DEAD MAN, O'NEILL. JAAAAACK!”
Daniel ran inside, neglecting to close the door. Sam could hear
the running, things falling, and one final shout, “TWO MONTHS, O'NEILL
- IN THE DOGHOUSE FOR TWO FREAKIN' MONTHS! DON'T TOUCH ME!”
Sam laughed, and as she walked to her car, covertly parked down the
street, she sang softly, “I ... saw Dan-iel kissing Sannnnta Claus ...”
As the sixth day of Christmas came to a close, Santa Claus was heard
shouting for mercy and desperately wishing he could hide out at the
North Pole for at least a year!
~~On to Day Seven and the Seventh Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 20, 2003
Size: 18kb, ficlet
Written: December 3-4,7,19-20, 2003
Summary: It's the seventh day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, a romantic interlude!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Daniel, you've got to be kidding?”
“No, I promised the General I'd get that report on P2J-552 done, and it
took longer than I thought. I have to go to the Mountain and
finish it so he has it Monday morning.”
“Danny, it's Saturday!” Jack tossed the newspaper onto the sofa in
frustration as Daniel stood with his arms folded in between the sofa
and the stairs.
“I don't have a choice.”
“You always have a choice, Daniel.”
“It was either finish it today, Jack, or miss the Elf bit last
night. Would you have preferred that?”
“Oh for crying out loud, of course not, but Hammond will live if you
don't get the report done until Monday afternoon!”
“I promised he'd have it Monday morning.”
“Stupid, as in stupid promise.”
“Jack, we can stand here and argue all day and then tomorrow, I'd have
to go to the SGC. Is that what you want ... for us to argue all
Almost at the same time, Jack and Daniel locked eyes, frozen in their
current positions, and in unison, both said softly, “Argue?”
Since their wedding on November 16, Jack and Daniel hadn't argued
once. They'd done their patented bickering, but it had been good
natured. Their little tiffs, like the one last night after Sam
had taken the photo of Daniel in the elf costume, had just been in
fun. The couple hadn't had a serious disagreement, or anything
close to it in over a month, and for them, that was a lifetime!
“Danny,” Jack said, breaking the frozen trance first, and quickly
stepping towards his lover, “I love you. I'm sorry, so sorry.”
Daniel put his arms around Jack, holding them still at first against
his back, and then as he nestled into his soul mate, he began to
caress, just as Jack was doing for him.
“Well, it had to happen sooner or later, and all things considered,
this was a minor skirmish. To tell you the truth, Love, I don't
even think this qualifies, do you?”
“No, I guess we caught ourselves just in time, but still ...”
“Pact. Realistically, we're going to argue at some point.
You just know it'll happen, but ... let's make a promise that it won't
be until at least after the New Year. No matter what ... no
fighting. What do you say, Babe?”
“Does that include bickering?”
Jack laughed, “I don't think we could stop that if we tried.”
“I don't either, and ... crazy as it sounds, I don't really want to.”
“Crazy as it sounds, neither do I.”
“It's too much a part of us, Jack,” Daniel said, taking a deep breath
as he enjoyed the warm, comforting embrace.
Jack pulled back, kissing Daniel on the temple as he did so.
“So, you promised Hammond?”
“Okay, I'll find something to do. Maybe I'll take the girls for a
long walk or something.”
“I'm sorry, Jack. We just had so many interruptions
yesterday. I tried. I swear I did.”
“Hey,” Jack cupped his lover's face, “Danny, you are the BEST at what
you do. Don't apologize if something takes two days instead of
one. I know you tried. I do,” Jack leaned forward and the
two kissed, a little moan escaping from Daniel in regret that they
“Go on. I'll be here when you're done.”
“Jack, it's probably going to take a while.”
“Do your job, Danny. We have tonight, and all our tomorrows,
“I love you, my Silver Fox.”
“Hmm, love you,” Jack whispered as they kissed again, and then Daniel
left the house and went to the SGC.
It was 7 p.m. before Daniel finished his project, and with snow on the
ground and still falling, it meant it was just a few minutes before 8
when he finally walked in the door to his home, tired from a very long
day, and sure Jack would be upset. He was prepared for the worst.
But when Daniel walked in the door, he was stunned. The lights
were out, except for the Christmas tree. A fire was roaring in
the fireplace, and a few well placed candles were lit around the living
The table near the kitchen was set, with their best china, the set that
had belonged to Jack's grandmother. Daniel's favorite wine,
St. Julien's, was on ice in a silver bucket. A single red rose
laid across one of the plates in the spot where Daniel normally sat
when they ate at the table.
Daniel looked in the kitchen and could smell the aroma of food, but
Jack was not there, nor did he see their beagles, Bijou and
Katie. Daniel went upstairs and found some clothes sitting on his
side of the bed ... a new blue silk shirt and black pants.
A note atop the clothes said simply:
Had to run a quick errand. Took the girls. Didn't use the
truck. Be back in a jiffy. Take a shower and put these
on. You know!
P.S. Stay OUT of the kitchen. Everything is fine!“
Daniel laughed and said softly, “Yeah, I do know.”
Feeling refreshed after his leisurely shower, Daniel dressed as
requested and went downstairs.
“Hey Girls,” he said happily, leaning over to say hello.
“About time. We've been waiting,” Jack laughed as he walked out
of the kitchen, “Wow. Gorgeous ... absolutely gorgeous.”
Daniel blushed, much to Jack's pleasure, as Jack embraced him, “So
sexy, Danny. Missed you today.”
“I missed you, too,” Daniel said as he kissed Jack's neck and took in
the scent of his soul mate. “I'm sorry it took all day, and I
know what you said this morning, it just, gawd, it was hard.”
“But you did it,” Jack said with pride as they continued to hold each
“Nope, I know you, and you always get your translation,” Jack teased.
“I'd rather get you,” Daniel said, taking a nibble of Jack's earlobe.
“Careful, Love, that's dessert.”
“Dessert first,” Daniel crooned.
“Oh no, not after I've slaved over a hot stove for hours making the
“What is it?”
Daniel laughed, “You mean it's not what it started out to be?”
“Don't be a smart aleck, even if you're right, but it does have a lot
of your favorite ingredients.”
“You haven't had any yet.”
“But you made it, Jack, just for me. Gawd, this place is
beautiful. I thought ... well, I thought you might be angry but
when I saw the candles and the table ... Gawd, I love you. And
you went shopping, too!”
“Love the feel of silk on you, not to mention how it looks.”
The two stood touching, and then they leaned their foreheads together
for a few moments, a silent connection of their souls happening as they
did so. Jack leaned up and placed a kiss on Daniel's forehead and
softly spoke, “Dinner will be served after I change.”
“I hope you have new clothes for you, too.”
“Would I deprive my husband?”
“You had better not!”
“Be right back.”
Jack went upstairs to change and Daniel again took in his surroundings,
the home he loved, the dogs he treasured, the overwhelming feeling of
... happiness. He still couldn't believe it. It was
his. This was the best holiday season of his life.
He moved to the sofa and played with the dogs until Jack returned.
“Okay, let's eat!”
“Hmm, yeah, let's eat,” Daniel's eyes were feasting on his husband.
“Um, Daniel, I meant ... food.”
“Food?” Daniel asked as if he had never heard the word before.
“Yeah, you know, that stuff that nourishes our bodies.”
“You can nourish my body, and I'll nourish you,” Daniel said as he
moved to Jack and ravished his mouth with a long, hard kiss. “I
want to eat you, Jack.”
“Whoa, boy, after dinner.”
“Dinner ... want you for dinner,” Daniel sighed.
“Geez, Daniel, what do you think I am ... a piece of meat?”
“Filet ... the best filet ... slender, choice, tasty -- gorgeous,
Daniel's eyes were dark with lust. He wanted Jack, and again,
they kissed, a passionate exchange that lasted four more minutes.
“Geez, what you do to me, but if I know you, and I do, you haven't had
a thing since breakfast.”
“I was working,” Daniel whined.
“Food first, ravishing ... very soon,” Jack whispered into Daniel's
ear, a soft moan escaping from Daniel's throat.
Daniel stood back and looked Jack over again. His lover had on a
royal blue silk shirt with black pants. His belt was
silver. Jack's shirt was unbuttoned half way down, which was
unusual for him, but it was something Daniel liked, so the younger man
knew Jack had dressed that way just for him.
“My Silver Fox,” Daniel crooned, “Gorgeous and all mine.”
“Always, Love,” Jack said walking to Daniel and kissing him
again. “Do you have any idea what you do to me when you look at
me like that? You make me feel so special.”
“You are special, Jack. Gawd, you're everything to me, that
special, wonderful everything! I love you so.”
“Ah, Danny, I love you, too!”
A few more kisses later, Jack and Daniel finally sat down to dinner,
dinner of the food kind.
Bijou and her puppy went to their beanbag and relaxed by the fire as
the lovers enjoyed their meal, which turned out to be an interesting
mixture of Chinese and Italian.
“Don't ask how it ended up like this, Danny. Just be thankful it
actually tastes good.”
Daniel laughed, “Gawd, it does. Too bad you can't recreate it
“Couldn't if I tried. I have no clue, no clue at all,” Jack said
with surprise at his luck.
"Are we still talking about the food here, Love, or just you having no
clue in general?" Daniel teased as he ate another bite of the strangely
"I had a clue about you."
"Oh, you did?"
"Yeah, knew I'd wear you down eventually, that under all that long hair
and unresolved sexual tension, you wanted me badly."
"Unresolved sexual tension? Okay, Jack, what have you been
“Jack?” Daniel said, a warning in his voice.
“Fan fiction. It's on the internet.”
“Oh gawd, you've reached a new low.”
“Hey, some of that stuff is pretty darn good. Then again, Apophis
could probably do better than some of it, too.”
Daniel shook his head in disbelief, and decided to ignore the source of
Jack's latest epiphany, “So, this unresolved sexual tension ...”
“Just say UST.”
“UST?” Daniel asked incredulously.
“They abbreviate. Saves time.”
“Right. So, this ... UST ... You figured this out, how?"
"All those little looks you kept giving me, the sideways glances on
"I was probably trying to figure out a way to get you OUT of my said
long hair. You were always bugging me, lurking."
"Lurking? I never lurk. I observe."
"Jack, you are the biggest lurker in the history of lurking. You should
be proud. You're very good at it. Maybe there's some sort
of lurking award I can put you up for."
"I DO NOT LURK! "
They both started laughing and settled back to eat their meal.
A few minutes later, Jack took a bite of food and froze. Daniel
was staring at him,
“What's wrong?” Jack asked, almost afraid to swallow his food but
having little choice not to.
Daniel smiled, his eyes totally focused on the older man. Daniel
still couldn't get over how gorgeous his lover looked. He was
“sexier than sin” in Daniel's mind and he simply couldn't stop staring.
“Just looking, that's all.”
“At my Silver Fox ... my favorite handsome and sexy, completely
beautiful Silver Fox.”
Jack reached out and took Daniel's hand, and squeezed it, “Well, this
Silver Fox thinks he's highly over rated, but he sure is glad you think
“I know he's not.”
They held hands for most of the rest of the dinner, losing contact only
a few times when finishing the meal required it. Jack stood to
take the dishes to the kitchen and Daniel started to help, but Jack
lightly slapped his hand, “Na-huh, you're the spoilee tonight.
Sit and drink your wine.”
Jack took the dishes into the kitchen as Daniel sipped his wine, but
then he stood and walked towards the fireplace. Jack had put on
holiday music and it filled the room with a joy and festive feeling.
“Dance with me, Angel,” Jack spoke as he entered the living room,
taking the wine and placing it in the bookshelves.
As Johnny Mathis sang, “The Christmas Song,” crooning about the
chestnuts roasting on the open fire, Jack's and Daniel's eyes locked on
to each other's as they moved their bodies as one.
By the time the singer finished the last “Merry Christmas,” chestnuts
and dancing were the last things on the lover's mind. As the song
ended, the two kissed their way to the fireplace and sank to the floor
where Jack had strategically placed a few pillows for comfort.
Daniel laid prone, his upper body resting on one of the large pillows,
his hands caressing Jack's face and neck as they began to kiss again.
“My Angel, so beautiful,” Jack whispered between kisses.
“Mmmm, Jack, love you so much, want you so much,” Daniel sighed.
“Forever, Danny, yours forever.”
Their hunger for each other grew with their words and their
kisses. Their tongues united frequently as they sought to make
their kisses as deep as possible, not getting enough of the other.
“Love the feel of you.”
“Gawd, Jack,” Daniel almost leaped into Jack's mouth, a desperation to
taste his husband beginning to overwhelm him.
Daniel's need grew so much that the next thing Jack knew, he was on the
pillow and Daniel was topping him, until suddenly, he stopped.
Daniel turned around and looked over his shoulder. Four eyes were
staring at him. He closed his eyes and slouched down onto Jack,
burying his head in Jack's shoulder.
“The girls ... they're ... staring. Gawd, it's snowing, too.”
Jack arched his back up slightly and saw two sets of eyes, bright eyed
and focused on he and his lover, and then Jack laid back down, his arms
wrapping around Daniel.
“Snowing means you aren't going to let me put them outside, right?”
“Don't act so tough, Jack. You couldn't do it even I said you
“You aren't supposed to know that.”
“Right,” Daniel sighed.
“Danny, they're dogs. What are we worried about?”
“Dogs, yes, but when is the last time we thought of them as dogs?”
Jack thought, “I don't think we ever did.”
“Oh, for crying out loud, we were on a roll here.”
“A roll? Jack, I was ... I AM ... gawd!” Daniel said with
exasperation in his voice, his hand making due by slipping inside
Jack's shirt to caress his soul mate's chest.
“You aren't the only one, Love.”
After a minute or two passed, Jack spoke again, “Okay, Plan B.”
“Jack, there is no Plan B with where this was going.”
Jack laughed. He loved a snarky Daniel, and second to that was a
frustrated Daniel, and right now, Daniel was definitely frustrated.
“Trust me,” Jack said, pushing Daniel off of him and leading them
“Here,” Jack tossed Daniel his blue flannel pajamas and Jack put on his
“Plan B,” Jack said, hopefully.
Daniel chuckled as he changed. Flannel for some strange reason
was their number one material to fondle on each other, silk a close
second. No material was always the unspoken and understood
Hand in hand, the two walked back downstairs. Jack brought over
the wine, and Daniel grabbed a few snack items. Jack laid back
down and reached up, “Come here, Husband,” he spoke with a jovial
quality to his voice.
Daniel snuggled in closed, but leaned on his left side, his head
leaning against his elbow as his right hand traced Jack's lips, chin
and neck, and then found Jack's heart.
“I love you, Jack,” Daniel said, leaning over for a kiss.
Jack's arms pulled Daniel all the way down to him, and they kissed for
a long time, knowing they would keep it in check. As the evening
passed, they sipped on their wine, nibbled on each other and the cheese
and crackers Daniel had brought out for them. They talked more
about their future and what the New Year would hold.
Mostly, the two listened to the music of the season, their hands
caressing their bodies, and enjoyed just being together.
As midnight struck, Jack said softly, “Plan B isn't bad.”
“Love Plan B. Love Plan A better, but Plan B is good, too.”
As the seventh day of Christmas came to a close, Jack and Daniel had
nothing but joy in their hearts, and big hopes for their future
~~On to Day Eight and the Eighth Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Humor, Drama, Romance, Holiday, Established
Season: 7 - December 21, 2003
Size: 15kb, ficlet
Written: December 3,5-6,21, 2003
Summary: It's the eighth day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, here we go a caroling!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Oh, my aching back!”
“Ouch! Danny, wake up!”
“Na-huh, comfy,” Daniel said, his face nuzzling even closer to Jack's
chin as he slept on his Jack pillow.
“Angel, I love my Daniel blanket, but my back is killing me.”
“Aspirin. Take aspirin,” Daniel sighed.
“Good idea, but you have to get up.”
“Shhh ... sleeeeee...”
Jack grunted and then chuckled. His back ached, but his heart
felt only pleasure. He placed a kiss on Daniel's forehead, and
gently caressed Daniel's back.
About five minutes later, Daniel's eyelids blinked several times as he
awoke with a start. He moved slightly and saw Jack smiling at him.
“Jack, what did you say?”
“When?” Jack chuckled.
“Your back. Jack! You said your back hurt.”
“Just from the hard floor. It's okay. I'll take an aspirin
or something when we get up.”
“For crying out loud, Jack, wake me up when you hurt. Don't just
lay there,” Daniel said forcefully, moving off his lover and standing,
his hand reaching down to help Jack up. “Honestly, Babe, just
“Yes, Daniel,” Jack responded.
Leading Jack towards the stairs, Daniel continued his lecture, “There's
no reason for you to lay there when ...”
Daniel stopped and looked at Jack who said nothing, “Oh, gawd, you did
Jack scooped Daniel into his arms and kissed him, “You were comfy, and
nothing makes me happier than keeping you ... comfy.”
“Geez, Jack,” Daniel sighed, relaxing into Jack's secure hold. He
closed his eyes, a smile appearing on his face ... and then ... “Oh,
gawd, I'm doing it again. I'll get you some Tylenol.”
“Thank you, Love. I'll let the girls out.”
“The girls? Oh, gawd. I've lost my brain.”
“Don't worry, I'll find it for you. Where was the last place you
remember leaving it?”
"That's just it. I would never just leave it anywhere,“ Daniel
joked, ”You know how important it is to me. I need it before I go
back to work or General Hammond will kill me."
"You think it was stolen?“ Jack asked, mock alarm in his voice, ”Hmmm,
that's definitely a concern, a Daniel brain in the hands of the enemy."
"You're so funny, Jack. I think I can feel my side cracking."
"No, seriously, Daniel. I think we need to notify the Brain
Police. Your noggin is a dangerous thing in the best of hands,
but if Kinsey's managed to get hold of it, he could be using it as a
basketball by now. Maybe he's having one of those brain transplant
operations. Quick Danny, grab the phone! We have to inform
the FBI, CIA, CNN ... Showtime!"
"Jack, get a grip, let the girls out, and then make me a large cup of
coffee. I think you'll find that my brain can be found in the
bottom of the cup."
"Your wish is my command, oh brainless one,“ Jack bowed down, as if a
servant to a King, ”now go, fetch my Tylenol, whilst I hunt down your
brain amidst the coffee grinds!"
Daniel shook his head back and forth rapidly, as if trying to wake up
from a nightmare, and then took a deep breath and headed upstairs.
“Jack, let's leave the girls in while we're gone. We shouldn't be
“Okay, Love. I'll take them out now and make sure they take care
of business. Meet you downstairs.”
Daniel put on his gray turtleneck sweater and combed his hair, and then
went downstairs where a few minutes later, Jack walked back inside.
“Be back soon, Girls,” Jack said, locking the patio door.
“Burrrrrrr, it's cold out there. We're gonna have to keep moving
to make sure we don't turn into icicles!”
“Where are the girls?”
“They ran into their house and snuggled up together. Katie gave
me that 'go away' glare of hers. I think she was 'comfy' nuzzling
into Bijou,“ Jack winked.
Daniel smiled and took the long red scarf he'd been holding and gently
put it around his husband's neck, pulling it forward slightly to bring
Jack's lips to meet his, “Love you.”
As Daniel began to turn, Jack suddenly grabbed the younger man and
dipped him, placing a long, wet kiss on his lips.
“Love you so much,” Jack smiled when the kiss was done, and pulling
Daniel back up.
Daniel blinked, “Geez, Jack, warn a guy first.”
“No fun that way.”
“Gawd, you scared me half to death.”
“Complaints, Dr. Jackson?”
“And what's that?”
“That I didn't think of it first,” Daniel smiled.
Daniel wrapped his own matching red scarf around his neck and once
bundled in their coats and gloves, the two went outside and headed for
Lou and Carolyn Ferretti's home. There, they met up with Sam,
Teal'c, Janet and Cassie, and several other SGC personnel, all of whom
were participating in the annual Christmas Carol Chorale.
Every year, personnel would go caroling through a neighborhood, and
then to the Air Force Hospital, and finally to one of the Senior
Citizen nursing homes. The event would begin and end at one of
the participant's homes who then hosted a small party. This year,
the Ferretti's had volunteered to be the hosts.
There was an especially large turnout this year with some 35 different
personnel showing up, various family members in tow. Everyone
spent a few minutes going over the list of carols selected for the
night, and then they reviewed their travel route through the
“Last chance for coffee or hot chocolate before we go,” Carolyn
announced above the crowd.
“Coffee?” Daniel perked.
“Down boy. You had two before we ... before you came over here.”
“But it's cold out,” Daniel whined.
**I'll warm you up later**
Daniel grinned at the telepathically relayed message and responded with
his own silent message.
**You'd better, Colonel, or I'll be too frozen to do anything but
shiver, and it won't be because of you ...**
“Huh? Sorry, what Sam?”
“Did you want a cup?”
“No, that's okay, thanks.”
Jack chuckled and then turned to answer a question Jeff Cornell had
asked him about Bijou. Jeff was Bijou's original owner and always
wanted to know the latest events surrounding the beagle and her puppy,
Fifteen minutes later, the SGC choristers grouped together and began
singing their songs of celebration. Jack, of course, didn't use
the wonderful voice Daniel knew he had, the one Daniel longed to hear
again after Jack had sung to him at their wedding.
The group began with “Joy to the World” followed by “The First Noel”
and then “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.”
They strolled the neighborhood, stopping in front of homes.
Little kids seemed fascinated and every now and then, just like in the
movies, someone would bring out some hot chocolate to warm the chilling
“This is an interesting tradition, O'Neill.”
“I don't know about interesting, but it's always fun ... and cold,”
Jack said before joining back in the current song, “Sleigh Ride” which
was followed by “White Christmas” and “Deck the Halls.”
Jack got a little carried away during the latter song, trying to
pantomime for Teal'c the decking of the halls. Flinging his arms
around in a wild motion, he ended up sliding along the icy pavement.
“Jack!” Daniel called out, running to his husband.
“And that, Teal'c, is how you don't deck the halls. Help me up,
"I don't know, Jack. I kinda like you sprawled out like this, all
helpless and wanton," Daniel whispered.
Jack didn't need to whisper his forceful response, "Danny, if you don't
help me up right now, you're gonna join me."
"Geez, you keep making all these promises and failing to follow through
Jack considered punching his husband, but he had a problem with that --
he loved him too much, so he decided to use his serious and sincere
voice instead of lashing out, "Daniel, my butt is cold and I think it's
starting to bruise."
Daniel touched Jack's shoulder, the joking game over, “Are you okay?”
Jack wanted to kiss Daniel to reassure him, seeing the genuine love and
concern in his eyes, but that wasn't a choice at the moment.
“I'm just fine, Daniel.”
“Stop trying to show off,” Daniel warned once Jack was standing again.
Daniel returned to the group which had continued their singing at the
“You sure you're okay there, Jack?”
“Fine, Lou. Nothing's hurt but my pride! Come on, Folks ...
'Frosty the Snowman ...”
The SGC carolers continued their song as they walked a few more blocks.
“Folks, it's time to hit the hospital before visiting hours end, and we
still have to make sure we get to the nursing home at a decent time,”
Jeff reminded after checking his watch.
The group scurried back to the Ferretti's and then drove to the
hospital. They were greeted by staff on duty who gave them a few
special instructions on rooms to make sure they visit as well as a few
to stay out of. Then the music of Christmas filled the
halls: “Jingle Bells,“ “Silent Night” and “O Holy Night.”
They worked their way through the three floors they were permitted to
visit, warming the hearts of patients and visiting family and
friends. After the final song of “Rudolph the Red Nosed
Reindeer,” the gang headed for the nursing home, one chosen by Megan
“My grandmother died here two years ago,” she said to Daniel as they
walked towards the entrance, “She always said that the few times
throughout the year that they had visitors were highlights of their
entire time in the home. It's so sad, Dr. Jackson, that we only
seem to remember during holidays.”
Daniel could only nod in agreement.
“Here We Come A Caroling” was the song sung as they entered the
building. Unlike the hospital where family members were
frequently seen, there were few people present but the staff and the
elderly patients, some sitting quietly in wheelchairs, others lying
hopelessly in their beds.
“O Come All Ye Faithful” was the next song. Daniel's heart ached
for the senior citizens he had seen. As he sang he thought, “Why
don't we all realize that one day this will be us?”
Megan's words echoed through his mind, the impact of a group of
carolers should be something fun, but the not the highlight of
someone's entire existence in a place they lived.
The next songs were “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear” and “Do You
Hear What I Hear,” but Daniel was having a hard time getting through
them. As the group walked on, Daniel quietly slipped away,
walking back outside.
It was still snowing lightly, and Daniel patted himself with his
crossed arms to try and keep warm. At first, he couldn't stand
still and walked the parking lot to try and get rid of his anxiety.
A few minutes later, Jack found his lover outside. By this time,
Daniel was standing still by Jack's truck, arms folded, hands still
patting himself for warmth, looking down.
“Angel, what's wrong?”
“It's wrong, Jack. People shouldn't be locked up in places like
this where people like us are their only source of happiness or ... I
mean, we're all going to be there one day ... if we're lucky to live
that long. It's just wrong. Why is our society so messed
Jack looked around. He desperately wanted to hold his husband,
but this was definitely too risky, but he did reach out and briefly
caress Daniel's cheek.
“People don't want to think, Danny. The closer we get to it, the
more we want to forget that it not only could be, but probably will be
us, in some way. I agree. It's wrong, but all we can do is
try to be that ... that smile. It's better to give them
something, Danny, then for them to have nothing all year.”
“But why, Jack? Megan said something about that. Why is it
we only think they are worth our time during holidays? Why
just Easter and Christmas? Why not ... March first, or August
25th, or November 10th? Why, Jack?”
“Ah, Angel, I wish I had an answer for you, but the only answer I have
is that you have the biggest heart I know, and I love you.”
“We're so happy, Jack. I know I keep saying that, and gawd, I
hope I'm not jinxing us, but it's hard to be so happy and then see such
sadness and not be able to do anything about it. I'm sorry.
I don't mean to spoil the night.”
“You're not spoiling anything. What you are doing is reminding me
that Christmas is a year-long event that too often gets boiled down to
30 days of shopping and doing what is easy. How about we start
some new traditions, make our own holidays?”
“I don't know what you mean.”
“Danny, we can't solve all the problems of the world, and I know we're
making a few dreams come true for friends this year, but we're not
Oprah, and we don't have her money to cure all the ills of the world,
but what we do have is time and desire, so let's put it to use.”
“We make March first a holiday, or November tenth, or whatever the heck
day you want. We grab Carter and Lou and whoever else wants to,
and we come visit. It's not a perfect solution, but it's
“I want to kiss you, Jack.”
“Feeling's mutual, but ...”
Daniel grabbed Jack's hand and lead him behind a SUV and planted a huge
kiss on him, “I love you.”
“Geez, Danny, what you do to me.”
The couple braved one more brief kiss when they heard the carolers
exiting the build.
“Everything okay, Sir?” Sam asked, seeing Jack and Daniel outside.
“Perfectly Peachy, Carter!”
Back at the Ferretti's, everyone enjoyed some Eggnog and snacks,
chatting about the joy of the evening, and then, as was their
tradition, the night ended with everyone walking to their individual
vehicles, singing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.”
As the eighth day of Christmas ended, Jack and Daniel drove home,
content from a fun night with friends, and with a strong hope in their
hearts that maybe in the future they could do something to truly spread
good will to men, and women, throughout the year, and not just during
the Christmas season!
~~On to Day Nine and the Ninth Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Humor, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 22, 2003
Size: 16kb, ficlet
Written: December 3,5,8,20-21, 2003
Summary: It's the ninth day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, the Christmas office party!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Oh, come on, do you really think we can gate there and back in three
hours without incident? We step off this planet and you just know
something will happen to mess up Christmas,” Jack said in a an aloof
manner as he paced the Briefing Room.
“Jack, the Ruvario people have already proven themselves to us.
This is ... their Thanksgiving, and with the alliance between our
worlds almost a done deal, making a significant appearance will go a
long way. They put a great deal of emphasis on respect on their world.”
Jack glared at Daniel, just knowing something would happen. It
always did whenever they thought a mission was “a piece of cake.”
“Colonel, SG teams 3 and 9 have been on Ruvario for the last four days.
The Pentagon feels we should send more teams as a show of our faith and
respect. As Dr. Jackson said, Ruvario has been sharing their
knowledge and weaponry with us for several months.”
“But General, you're talking about what ... three or four more
teams? That's a lot of trust without the signature on the dotted
“Sometimes, you just have to trust in people, Jack,” Daniel said,
sitting at the table, his hands cupping a hot cup of coffee.
“Jack, I won't order you, but I believe if we let this opportunity
pass, we may regret it,” the General stated, hoping his 2IC made the
Jack looked at Daniel, knowing he wanted to go, and then he slapped
both of his hands against his chair, “Okay, we'll go.”
“Very well. SG teams 1, 2, 7 and 11 will join the teams already
“Yes, according to Dr. Jackson, Ruvario has some sacrificial areas that
might be worth excavating. We want them to meet SG-11 to see if a
rapport could be established so that the Ruvario people might agree to
at least let them do a minimal amount of work there.”
“Oh, I see.”
“You depart at 1000 hours. The festivities should last three
hours, and you'll be back in time for the party, Colonel.”
“Right,” Jack said, still skeptical.
Everyone began to exit the room.
“Oh, Jack,” the General called as Jack reached the door, “I have a
meeting off-base so I won't be here when you get back, but I should
make the party by 1700 at the latest. Please try and make sure
our people don't overdo it this year.”
“Overdo it, Sir? Us? Imagine that. Never heard of
such a thing, Sir,” Jack said, exiting with a wicked smile.
“Okay, Kids, off to see the Wizard.”
Jack watched as several team personnel stepped through the
Stargate. When the last one was gone, he looked back up at
Hammond and gave his expression of, “I really don't like this” and then
he turned, and spoke softly, “I just hope the Wizard doesn't turn out
to be the Terminator!”
On Ruvario, the SGC personnel were treated superbly, though Jack kept
waiting for the shoe to drop. A feast had been prepared, speeches
given, promises of a hopeful future between Ruvario and Earth
exchanged. The people were pleasant, intelligent, and caring from
what Jack could tell, both from SG-1's prior visits and all the mission
reports he'd read over the last few months. Two hours into the
celebration, he began to think they just might survive without a
“This is Ardelina, our keeper of the sacred juices. She prepares
this especially for times of unification and sharing. It is a
rare joy to be able to partake of the Rhlblem,” the leader of Ruvario
had announced when a beautiful red-headed female appeared, followed by
several helpers carrying jugs of the beverage.
“Rhlblem?” Jack repeated.
“The sacred juices have been passed down for millennia. Please,
“I don't like this,” Jack whispered to Daniel, fearing the sacred juice
to be something more than simple juice.
“It would be rude not to drink, Jack.”
Jack knew his concern would be a lost cause, so he went with the flow,
“Whatever ... drink up!”
An hour later, Jack was relieved everything still seemed normal.
The celebration had ended, and farewells were being said. As a
sign of their alliance, the Ruvario leader gave the Tau'ri several jugs
of the sacred juice to take back to Earth, after learning that this was
a special time of year for humans.
Daniel couldn't help but chuckle as Teal'c, of all people, explained
the Tau'ri tradition of Santa Claus, eggnog, and presents.
There were only a few thoughts Daniel had felt he should correct as
Teal'c taught the Ruvario leader and others gathered around about the
meaning of Christmas and various holiday rituals.
As the Stargate engaged, Jack was happy that his intuition had for once
The SGC Christmas party was in full force in the Commissary. Jack
had put Teal'c in charge of the Rhlblem, making sure it was evenly
disbursed. Everyone loved it, the juice proving to be a popular
“See, Jack, you were wrong. Nothing happened. We went to
Ruvario, and here we are, back having a good time at the party.”
“Yep, I'm man enough to admit my failure. We were wrong.”
“Failure,” Daniel chuckled.
Jack raised his eyebrows in a lock of mock-insult, and then reached for
another glass of Rhlblem.
General Hammond walked towards his office, Sergeant Davis at his
side. Davis had accompanied the General to the off-base
meeting. Both silently were surprised at the lack of personnel
they'd seen as they walked from the Main Gate towards Hammond's office.
“I guess the party must be a smashing success,” Hammond said, “Let's
take a quick look,” so the two diverted their path for the Commissary.
“What the ...” the General spoke as they reviewed the large room.
“There's no one here, Sir,” Davis spoke.
“I can see that. Where the devil is everyone?” the General spoke
harshly, as he made a hasty retreat towards his office.
The noise volume increased the closer they got to Hammond's office,
which was above the Control Room, just off the Briefing Room.
Hammond made his way to the Control Room, and looked into the Gate
Room, which was jammed with SGC personnel, apparently having the time
of their lives!
“I don't believe it, Sir. Look at the Stargate!”
The Christmas Tree had been placed right at the center of the huge
circle. Tinsel, holly berries, and mistletoe adorned the circular
object, each chevron also draped with garland.
Hammond hurriedly made his way to the Gate Room, “COLONEL O'NEILL, WHAT
THE BLAZES IS GOING ON IN HERE?”
“George! Good to see you,” Jack swaggered over. “We're
having a party,” Jack said, raising his glass and waving his hand
towards the party personnel.
“I can see that, Colonel. What I want to know is ...”
“Excuse me, Sir, Colonel, but I just have to do this,” Sam giggled.
“MAJOR CARTER? WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU WEARING?”
“First things first, General Hamat, um I mean Hammock. No, that's
not right,” Sam thought and then gave up, “First things first, Sir.”
Sam laid a big kiss on Jack, totally surprising him. She seemed
to take it all in, considering the kiss.
Then, she moved to the sergeant and kissed him in the same exact way,
and again, she had that same thoughtful expression.
And then, surprising everyone, including the General, she kissed him,
leaving him flabbergasted and temporarily speechless.
“Way to go, George,“ Jack whispered.
“Now where's that little cutie pie? OH, there he is,” she smiled,
walking over to Daniel and kissing him with the same gusto as she had
the other two.
“MAJOR CARTER, ATTENTION!”
Sam snapped to, as best she could, but she found she couldn't stand
straight very well.
“Sir, I think maybe you'd better let her ...”
“At ease, Major. Just what in the name of Texas did you think you
“Just seeing which rank kisses the best, Sir. We women don't want
to get saddled with guys who don't know their upper lip from their
tongues ... Sir!”
The Major General stood, totally stunned. Before he could figure
out what to do, he heard Lou Ferretti and Megan Williams screaming, not
in horror, but apparently, they had strung up ropes to the ceiling, and
Lou was being Tarzan, and Megan his Jane. Lou gave the Tarzan
yell, as he swung across the room. The General and others ducked
out of the way just in time to avoid being hit by the swinging
Megan was dressed like Sam ... wearing a boustier without any other
top. As he looked around, he saw a few other women wearing the
fancy bras themselves. Hammond shook his head.
Jack had wandered off, and as Hammond searched for him, Daniel
“Excusssse me, Gener'l Hammy, but I have a secret. It's a
bigggggg secret. But you know what?” Daniel swayed as he spoke,
snickering as he leaned in, “You aren't supposed to ask, and ...”
“DR. JACKSON!” the General barked, “You're drunk, as is everyone else
in the room.
Daniel thought, and then nodded, “Yes, Sir. Hammmmy, about that
secret,” Daniel took another sip from the glass he was holding, and
placed one arm around Hammond's back, “I want you to know. I feel
soooo guilty. You should have ...”
“Dr. Jackson, I order you to be quiet,” and just then, the SGC Head of
Medicine, Janet Fraiser, entered the Gate Room, much to Hammond's
“Dr. Fraiser, a word please,” Hammond took Janet to the side.
Janet had been attending to patients at the hospital and had only just
arrived. Her look of shock at what she was seeing confirmed for
Hammond that she was fine.
“There has to be something we can do.”
“Short of tranquilizing them, Sir, there probably isn't until whatever
it is has worn off. What are they drinking?”
“I don't know.”
“I'll get it analyzed, and ...”
“Janet, oh Janet, my friend,” Daniel hiccuped as he put his arms around
her. “You're such a good friend, Janet. You know the
secret. Hammy, I want to tell ...”
“Daniel,” Janet tugged on his arm, “Why don't you help me with
“Sure, JaNET, right after I tell Hammy the biggggg secRET.”
“Get him out of here, Doctor Frazier, and do it now. Lock him up,
or do whatever you have to, but do NOT let him associate with anyone
else on the base until he has regained his common sense.“
“We don't need rumors going around here, Doctor, especially ones
thought up through some alien happy juice. Understood?”
Janet nodded and dragged Daniel to the infirmary.
“What do you want me to DO?” Daniel swaggered around the infirmary with
a big grin on his face.
At the moment, two nurses walked in, and Daniel approached them,
smiling, “Wanna know my secret? If I tell, it won't be a secret
and then weeeeeeee...”
“Sorry, Dr. Jackson, it was for your own good,” Janet said, removing
the needle from his arm.
“Help me, Ladies,” Janet requested of her nurses, as they carried
Daniel to the bed “reserved” for him.
“That's the last one, Sir.”
“Explain this to me again, Doc,” Jack asked wearily.
“The sacred juice of Ruvario isn't an alcohol exactly, but it contained
a chemical that when combined with our particular mixture of oxygen
resulted in a imbalance of sorts. It's not that everyone was
drunk, but actually, more light-headed. It was enough to impair
judgment and to give the appearance of drunkenness. Everyone has
had the shot and seems to be back to themselves, except for Sleeping
Beauty over there,“ Janet chuckled, looking at Daniel who was sound
asleep with a sappy smile on his face.
“What happened to Daniel?”
“I had to put him out, Sir. He was ... very talkative, much too
Jack got the hidden message, “Thanks, Doc. Can we all go home?”
“Yes, but I'm not clearing anyone affected to drive. You can have
family members or unaffected personal drive you.”
“What about Daniel?”
“I'll give him the shot now. He might take longer to recover from
the affects because of the tranquilizer.”
“Oh, gawd, I think I'm going to die, or maybe I'm already dead,” Daniel
said as he collapsed prone on the sofa, his hands covering his eyes.
Jack said hello to the beagles, but kept them outside, and then took a
seat in his favorite chair.
“It was ... interesting, that's for sure. Never thought I'd see
the day Carter would kiss Hammond,” Jack laughed.
“Oh gawd, she kissed me.”
“She kissed me, too ... and Davis and Siler, Ferretti ... I think she
kissed most of the guys there.”
“Oh yeah! The big guy really got into it, too! Planted one
on her that actually made her fall to the floor. Of course, maybe
that was the happy juice, but with Teal'c, you just never know.“
“Sam's gonna die when she remembers.”
“Yeah!” Jack smirked.
Daniel looked at him briefly, “No, Jack, you are not going to flaunt
this in her face for the next decade. Oh, my head.”
“Does it hurt, Angel? Anything I can do?”
“I feel like I was hit by a truck.”
Jack walked over to the sofa, “Move, Danny,”
Jack sat down and Daniel rested his head on Jack's lap. Jack
gently massaged his lover's temple, as Daniel sighed with his eyes
“Is that better?”
“Hmmm ... much. Thank you, Babe.”
A few minutes later, Jack was still gently caressing Daniel's forehead
and temple. He knew it felt pleasing because Daniel would let out
contented sighs every now and then.
Suddenly, Daniel yelled, “OH GAWD, I DIDN'T! Oh, Jack,” Daniel
sat up quickly, so quickly that he thought he might throw up.
“Whoa, Danny, take it easy. Everything's okay. Think calm
thoughts. The wedding. Bijou. The fire. I
Daniel regained his control, of both his mind and body, and leaned into
“I called the General ... Hammy,” Daniel sighed in discontent, and I
... oh gawd, tell me I didn't tell him about us, Jack. I mean I
know he knows, but please tell me I didn't ...“
“Oh thank goodness. Jack, you aren't just saying that because I
told you to?”
“No, that's why Janet put you to sleep. You were about to tell
the whole world, so she knocked you out.”
“At least a dozen, maybe two,” Jack said with a chuckle.
“Red ones. Gawd, she saved us.”
Jack placed a kiss on Daniel's head, “Would it have been so bad, Danny,
if you had told them?”
Daniel looked up and smiled, “No, just would have interfered with our
schedule, that's all.”
The two kissed briefly, Daniel not up to anything more passionate just
yet. He settled again against Jack's comforting shoulder.
“When we tell, it has to be together. Maybe we can just say it at
the same time.”
“I have an easier solution.”
“We'll just do this,” Jack kissed Daniel, this one longer and more
engaging than the last.
“That'll do it,” Daniel smiled, “I love you, Jack.”
“Love you, too, Space Monkey.”
Daniel groaned, and Jack chuckled.
As night fell on the ninth day of Christmas, Jack and Daniel cuddled
together, each silently envisioning the time when they will no longer
have to hide in plain sight, about the time when the Jackson-O'Neills
will be able to shout their love to the world.
~~On to Day Ten and the Tenth Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, H/C of the mental kind, Romance, Holiday, Established
Season: 7 - December 23, 2003
Size: 32kb, short story
Written: December 3,5-6,8,22, 2003
Summary: It's the tenth day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, time to honor the past!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“I don't want to get out of bed. I'm sick. Tell Hammond I
died or something,” Jack said, pulling the covers over his head as he
rested on his left side.
“Jack,” Daniel sat on the bed next to his love, “You're not sick, so
... tell me what's wrong.”
Daniel ran his hand up and down Jack's right arm.
“Tell me, Jack,” Daniel repeated.
“I have a case of ... of ...”
“Geez, I feel like you used to be.”
Daniel was still lost.
“Jack, as you so often have said to me, speak English.”
Jack turned over on his back, and with his hands, turned down the
comforter to his waist. It was a big motion, one supposed to
indicate frustration, but all it did for Daniel was excite him.
Nothing in the world was sexier to him than Jack's chest hairs.
He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sexy chest just now flaunted
at him and focus on the problem.
“I had a nightmare, a dumb, stupid nightmare that I can't get out of my
head, and I don't want to think about that nightmare, Danny, not now
... especially not now,” Jack said, letting his vulnerability show
“Yeah. It's so crazy. We've talked about him so
much. I'm fine with it. I mean ... oh, you know what I
mean. It's ...” Jack turned his head towards the other side of
Daniel's hand caressed Jack's chest, “Jack, being able to talk about
it, remember and ... laugh at the good things, or share the memories
... being able to move forward, doesn't mean that sometimes we can't
feel the pain, too. We both know how hard it is to let go of hurt
like that, but I think we have. It doesn't rule us anymore, Love,
but we'd be liars if we said that sometimes, we still want to
cry. We'd be bad liars, Jack.“
As he had spoken, Daniel's voice had gone from a firm, reassuring one
to that of a tender and sentimental one, almost mournful ... even
“Ah, Danny,” Jack sat up, and kissed the man who was heart and dried
the one tear that had escaped from his left eye.
“I'm selfish to be wallowing like this.”
“No, that's what I'm saying, Jack. We're so happy, and ... we've
come so far, but maybe we're afraid if we take a minute to say that
yes, it still hurts a little, too, that we're ... I don't know,
slapping our happiness in the face. Does that make sense?”
Jack caressed Daniel's cheek some more and smiled, “Perfect
sense. We're afraid to let even a minute of sadness through the
door because we're afraid the OTHER one of us will think something's
horribly wrong, that we're not happy, when we are.”
“Yeah, something like that,” Daniel cracked a small, knowing smile.
“We're idiots, Daniel. You realize that?”
Daniel answered softly, “I do now.”
Jack's internal Daniel alarm chimed, “Danny, have you thought about
your parents? Geez, I know that's a dumb question.”
“No, it's not, because what you're really asking is ... has it hurt.”
Jack nodded, “Yes, so, like with me today, has it ... for you?”
Daniel stood up from the bed and, self-hugging, walked towards the door
and then turned around. He wanted to crawl into a corner, but
then Jack smiled, a patient, loving, non-judgmental smile, and Daniel
knew he was being silly for worrying so much.
He inhaled deeply for a moment, holding the breath, and then released
it. He returned to the bed, sat back down, and took Jack's hand.
“Gawd, I feel so guilty.”
“Don't, Love. Just tell me.”
“I didn't lie, Jack. I just ... left it out,” Daniel admitted.
Jack put his other hand over Daniel's and brought it up to his mouth
and kissed it.
“It's okay, Danny. Whatever it is, it's okay.”
“That Saturday, when I had to work?”
“Last week. The report for Hammond,” Jack confirmed and Daniel
“I'm not sure why, except one of the figures in the translation
reminded me of a painting in the Museum ... in New York. I've
seen it so often, and once that image was in my head, I couldn't get
rid of it. It ... distracted me, and I started thinking about the
cover stone, and how my parents died, and how much I missed them
growing up and ... and how much I wish they were here now, to meet you,
know how much I love you.”
Daniel paused, a few more tears running down his face which Jack
tenderly dried with his hands.
“It just hurt. It hadn't hurt like that in a long time, but it
did that Saturday. I couldn't work. I just kept seeing the
stone falling, and the blood, and then I'd cry because they weren't
here to see how you've changed my life, given me life. So,
instead of finishing by noon or something ...”
Jack smiled, and brought Daniel close to him, his chin nestling into
his lover's neck.
“I understand. It's okay. I'm not mad, Love. You
didn't lie to me.”
“We're both rationalizing.”
“Sometimes that's okay,” Jack insisted as he pulled back and looked
Daniel in the eyes.
“I didn't want you to think ... I mean ...”
“I know, Love. I need to do something, Danny. Will you come
with me ... right now?”
For a split second, Daniel remembered another report due today, but for
one of the rare times in his life, Daniel put his own needs first, and
today, he knew he and Jack needed some time to remember their past
Jack reached for the phone and called in “sick.” “Sick of hiding,” he
explained to Daniel after hanging up. Daniel then placed
his “sick” call. “Sick of archaic laws that prevent people from
openly showing how much we love each other,” he stated to Jack after he
had hung up the phone.
“Hey, Sport,” Jack knelt down at the headstone of Charlie's grave,
speaking almost inaudibly.
Daniel stood back, giving Jack time with his son. Jack rarely
went to the gravesite, his rationale being, “He's in here, in my heart,
not in some piece of ground” and Daniel couldn't argue with that, so he
had never tried.
But on this day, Jack needed to be near the physical remains of his
son's flesh and blood.
Daniel thought it would be a day of mourning, and more tears, but then,
Jack was always full of surprises.
“Sport, I know you know. You have to, but your old Dad has gone
and fallen in love with the greatest guy on the face on the Earth.”
Daniel's mouth fell open, totally shocked at what Jack was saying.
“Yes, I said, guy. He's really bulked up over the years,
too. Mr. Muscles, My Danny is now,” Jack spoke with pride.
“I hope you don't mind that, Charlie. Your mom. She's the
greatest, and I loved her. I still love her, Son. She's
happy now, too. I'm sure you know that.”
Jack adjusted a few flowers on the grave. He knew Sara must have
been there recently.
“She's probably told you about her life, and made excuses about why
I've stayed away. I'm ... I've never been good with words, Sport,
but Danny, sometimes he turns me into a poet. He's a good man,
Charlie, a kind man, full of love, and for some crazy reason, he's
giving all that love to me.
“You'd love him, Charlie. God knows I love him. Strange as
it may seem, he's my life. I wish you could know him. I
wish ...,” Jack struggled not to tear up at that point, “... you could
see how happy he makes me. I wish I knew you approved, that you'd
understand that love is everywhere.
“It took me a long time, Son, to figure out that there are no rules for
loving someone. When you died, and your mom and I realized we
couldn't make it work together anymore, I thought I'd die. I was
going to ... and then I met Danny.
“I thought love had to be a certain way, a man and a woman joining
together. Then I realized I had fallen in love with him. He
was my best friend, and he turned my whole life upside down,” Jack's
hand now ran up and down the corner of the stone as he talked, “It
scared me at first, Charlie, but in the end, I learned that love is
beautiful and wherever we find it, we need to embrace it, so I did, and
miracle of miracles, My Love fell in love with me, too.
“We got married, Charlie. It was a perfect day, in the mountains
overlooking the waters. There was a sunset there, Sport, that
made me feel so alive because it reminded me how precious life
is. The only thing missing from our special day was you not being
there,“ Jack smiled at the gray stone, focusing on the photo that was
in the center of it.
He took a breath and continued to speak, “It's been a whole month now,
and I've never been happier. Gawd, Charlie, do you ... can you
Daniel was having a hard time maintaining both his distance and his
composure. Jack's words were bearing into his heart and
soul. He had a lump in his throat that he was sure was the size
of a mountain. Tears were welling up, and he struggled to keep
“Sport, Danny and I ... it's not going to be easy, but we want to adopt
some kids. Yeah, I know, you probably never thought I'd say that,
but he's going to be the best father. We have so much love to
give, so friggin' much, and we want to share it. I pray that you
understand that, too, because I'll never forget you, Charlie. I
love you, and ... and I know Danny loves you, too.”
“Charlie, you always wanted a little brother or sister, and now, well,
I'm sure Mom has told you she's bringing another precious life into
this world, and now, so will Danny and I. You'll probably end up
with a whole bunch of little siblings, and Son, they'll all know about
their big brother. I promise you that. They'll know about
you, Charlie ... how much ... how very much we ... we love you, and
miss you ...“
Jack began to cry, and Daniel went to him, kneeling down, putting his
arms around him. Jack looked at him and smiled, and then back at
“This is ... Danny. He's my heart. So are you,
Charlie. I wish ... I just wish ...”
Jack needed a bit of a reprieve, so Daniel gave him one.
“Hi, Charlie. I'm ...” Daniel looked at Jack, and suddenly he
felt like he could be just as free with Charlie as he was with
Charlie's dad, so for the first time since he was a little boy, Daniel
introduced himself with a complete lack of inhibition, saying “I'm
Jack looked at his love, recognizing and appreciating what Daniel had
just done, something Daniel would probably never again do in his
lifetime. Jack smiled a soft, tender “thank you” that was spoken,
not in words, but heart to heart. Then, he listened as Daniel
continued to speak.
“I just want you to know that I love your dad with all my heart, and I
promise, I'll do my best to keep him happy for the rest of our
lives. And, like your dad said, our children will know all there
is to know about their older brother. It's a promise from me,
Daniel rubbed Jack's back, his head leaning against Jack's shoulder,
and then Jack regained his composure, “See, Son, I can cry now, and
admit that the pain makes for a helluva nightmare sometimes. I
let the pain from losing you destroy me ... until I let Danny's love
heal me. I've learned so much from him.”
“It works both ways,” Daniel said softly.
“Charlie, it's Christmas, and Danny and I have had a wonderful
season. Perfect tree. The house is all decorated. We
even have little costumes for the girls. Oh, the girls are our
beagles, Bijou and Katie. They're such a crazy pair; they keep us
hopping. You'd love them, too.”
Jack looked at Daniel, “Gawd, I love you,” he spoke softly.
It took him a moment, but after a sniffle and swallow, Jack looked back
at the headstone and spoke again, “We're gonna go, Sport. I just
wanted you to meet Danny officially. I wish I knew you were okay
with it, but, Son, I never lied to you, and I don't lie to Danny
either, and I have to tell you, that it's okay if you're angry with me
for what happened between your mom and I. It was my fault.
“And it's okay if you don't understand about me falling in love with a
man. You weren't here long enough to learn all the facets to
love. It can get so dang complicated sometimes. But just so
you know, I do hope you approve, that if you could, somehow you'd give
us your blessing. But even if you don't, I'll never leave
Danny. We're forever and always, and I need you to know
that. I'll love you until the end of time and beyond, Charlie,
but Danny's my life now. Okay? That's the straight scoop,
father to son.”
Jack stood, so Daniel did, too.
“I love you, Son. I'll try not to stay away for so long.”
Jack turned and headed back for the truck. After watching Jack
walk for a few seconds, Daniel looked down at the grave, “He said that
for my benefit. He loves me, and it's mutual, big time
mutual. I can't imagine my life without him.”
Daniel sighed, all kinds of emotions flowing through him, but he had
something else he had to say, something he had to reassure Charlie of.
“But I'm not so sure that if he had to make a choice, he'd choose
me. You're not here, in the flesh, so it's easier to not think
about that, so don't be upset with him for what he said. I don't
really think it's true, except ... I think I make him happy, and ... I
think if he did have to choose, he'd be miserable, no matter what
choice he might make. Don't make him choose, Charlie. He
loves us both so much.
“And, one more thing, I know you've been watching over him. I
want you to know that I'll do my best to look out for your dad, to take
care of him as I know you wish you could do in person. He's my
life, Charlie. He's given me so much. Gawd, he's spun my
world around until I'm dizzy, but all in such a good way. He
showed me how to live, Charlie. I will love him, forever and
When Daniel reached the truck, Jack was standing in front of it waiting.
“What were you talking about?”
“How much you love us ... both of us.”
Jack nodded, adding, “And that is the truth.“
Both stood with their hands in their pockets, the air nippy and
crisp. Jack leaned against the front of the truck and looked off
to his left.
"It's just so hard. Danny, after our wedding ceremony, you
felt it, didn't you?“
“That there was something ... greater than us, than the day, and the
sunset that we watched? Yes, I felt it.”
“It used to seem simple, but now ... Sometimes, I think Charlie is with
me, watching over me, but then when I look up, all I can see is him in
that grave, cold and alone, wondering where Mommy and Daddy are.”
“He's not alone, Jack. I don't believe that.”
“But we don't know, do we? Maybe he thinks we've deserted him, or
maybe that's all there is for him, the cold and the dark. How do
I know that he's okay?”
“You have to listen to your heart, feel him inside of you. Isn't
that what you told me about my parents?”
“Figures. Throw my own words in my face,” Jack winced, a small
“Jack, I'm not sure what I believe exactly, but we both know there's
something, if from nothing else, than from what we shared during our
Jack shrugged, shaking his head, fighting off more tears, his voice
cracked as he spoke next.
“Years ago, I knew what I thought, and then I lost a lot of my beliefs
the minute I heard the gun go off. Where was God then? Why
didn't he stop him from pulling the trigger? Charlie was a good
boy, a sweet child and he'd only just begun to live. I don't
understand why God would allow that to happen. Why didn't He
Daniel saw the confusion in his love's watery eyes, and he desperately
wished he could answer the questions as easily as he had those on an
"There's a lot that we'll never understand, about life and death.
I don't have cast iron answers to any of it, but I believe you, Jack,
what you said to me years ago about my parents, that they live, in
here, in my heart, and maybe,“ Daniel looked around, his eyes gazing
upward, ”out there somewhere.“
Daniel smiled as he exhaled a breath, “I don't believe for one second
that Charlie is in that grave. I don't, Jack. You've always
said his spirit was out here, filling up the world with his essence,
and that's true. To believe anything to the contrary would mean
that life itself was ... well, nonsense. I mean, what would be
“But why, Danny? Why take the children?”
“Jack, in my work, I've come across a lot of different beliefs, and
yet, for all their differences, they all lead to virtually the
same thing, the continuation of the soul after death. So many
cultures believe that when a child dies and goes to Heaven or whatever
name they give to it, that the child keeps on growing, as if still
living. The child grows in both body and spirit and gains the
understanding that comes with it.”
Daniel paused, his right hand reaching out to caress Jack's, making
sure his husband was still with him.
“Jack, I'm not lecturing, am I?”
“No, go on.”
“Other societies believe that whenever time ends, and life moves
forward to another plane, that those taken early will get to live their
lives out during the transition. I know ... it sounds
complicated, but really, in the end, all these variations still say the
same thing ... that the spirit is separate from the body, and life goes
on, in some way, for that spirit when the physical body ceases to
“I don't know about God. I want to believe. Sometimes, I
think I believe so strongly. I ... I pray in my own way to
whatever that force is that we felt on the day we got married because I
do believe it's there.
“I also know that we aren't meant to have all the answers, as much as
we want them because that is what life is ... a trek for the
answers. If we knew everything, if there were no questions, I'm
not sure what it would be, but it wouldn't be life as we know it.
Our journey wouldn't be much of a quest if we always knew where to go
or what to do. I guess ... I guess that's what faith is all
about, trusting that what we have here means something more than we can
“Not knowing, Danny, I just ...,” Jack looked away for a second, and
then back at Daniel, “It almost killed me. It destroyed my soul,
not knowing, wondering why. You saw what I was like.”
“My Love, you can never lose faith. Call it a faith in God, or
Mohammad or the sunset, but you have to have it, Jack. Both of us
have to believe that our world goes on. I wish I knew how,
too. I'm a scientist, for crying out loud. I wish I could I
stand here and say my parents were standing right there, or to another
extreme, that somehow, their deaths had to be in order for the cosmos
to be safe. Gawd, I don't know.
“Jack, that force, if you think about it, aren't we lucky? Do I
really have nine lives? Think about what we've lived
through. We sound like a ... a ...”
“Sci-fi movie,” Jack laughed.
“Yes, one of those bad sci-fi B-movies that everyone laughs at because
it's so ridiculous. Jack, are we really that good, or is there
something, someone out there that helps us make the world a better
place? I don't know for sure, but I guess I'm leaning that way.
“I can't believe my parents were crushed to a pulp and have spent the
last few decades in a piece of earth, and that's all there is for
them. And I don't believe that your precious son is there
either. It's nice for us, the survivors, to have a place to go,
to remember, to pay our respects. It's ... comforting to have a
place that can symbolize the love in our hearts, where we can laugh and
cry as we say hello and then goodbye again.
“But, I guess what I'm saying is that we have to believe that
everything happens for a reason, that the innocent do get their day,
and who knows, Jack, maybe where they are now is a more wonderful place
than we can imagine!”
“It's just thinking about him being alone. I think that bothers
me more than anything else. Children shouldn't be alone.”
“He's not alone, Babe. The minute he pulled that trigger, there
were arms around him, holding him tight. He was just a child, an
innocent, and that would be the most precious thing to those that have
gone before. Jack,” Daniel cupped Jack's face, his thumbs gently
sweeping across the cool skin, “what is in that piece of ground is just
the remnants of the physical body. We need that connection, to
know it's there, and to be able to visit. It's for the
survivors. But Charlie, his essence, his soul ... Jack, your son
is in a place surrounded by love, with others to help him and care for
him until the day when his parents can be with him again."
Jack nodded, and realized both he and his husband were on the edge of
crying like babies. He didn't want to cry. He'd done that,
and so had Daniel. They'd moved on so far from the pain.
Both wanted their loved ones to be at peace, and Jack knew, for that to
happen, the two of them had to be, too.
“Geez, it's Christmas. Why are we standing at a cemetery anyway?“
“Because Christmas is a time of renewal, of honoring life, of paying
homage to whatever that greater power is, and because your son has a
father who loves him very much. And, on days like today,
sometimes fathers need to be with their sons. Love is good,
“He'd love you, Danny. I know he would, and if he were here,
you'd be his father, too.”
Daniel was taken aback by that statement, “Jack, if Charlie were alive,
you'd be living happily with Sara.”
“Would I? I'm not so sure, Angel. I think somehow we would
have found each other. Don't ask me how, Danny, but you are too
much a part of me to be able to think that Charlie had to die for us to
be together. I don't believe that, Daniel.“
“I don't know what to say to that,” Daniel desperately tried to say
without succumbing to more tears.
“You don't have to say anything,” Jack exhaled a big breath, “I guess
that, in the end, it is faith that is the most important, believing in
whatever waits beyond when we get through here, and there is something,
because we go forever. I've never believed anything more in my
life, than I do in you and I and our eternity. My faith is right
here, Danny. You're my faith.“
“Charlie has the best father, Jack. I know he's proud of you.“
“I don't know about proud, but, he's a lucky kid.“
“Yes, lucky to have had you.“
Jack shook his head just slightly, taking Daniel in his arms, “Lucky
that he has a mom who adores him to the ends of time, and lucky that he
has two fathers who love him.“
Daniel's heart stopped. In fact, he was so stunned that he almost
fell to the ground, Jack's strong arms keeping him upright. He
was speechless, and positive he had just read something into Jack's
words that weren't there.
“Danny, My Love, you do love him?“
“Ye...yes, of course I do, bbbb...bbb....but ...“
“No buts, Love. If he were here now, you would be just as much
his father as I am. We'd be ... doing those joint custody
weekends. He'd be yours, too.“
“Jack ...“ Daniel was shaking, so Jack held him close.
“Two fathers, Danny, three if you count Mark, but he'd have both of us,
always. I love you so much, so much that I ..."
"That you'd share your son with me?“
“Our son. He's ours,” Jack whispered firmly into his husband's
ear as he held him tight.
“I love you, Jack."
The words didn't seem enough, but Daniel had no words to speak his
heart. Jack had just given him a piece of himself that Daniel
didn't know was possible to give, and as a result, the younger man's
own heart was barely beating.
“Let's go home,” Jack smiled.
As they drove in the truck, Daniel looked out the window, lost in
“I wish your folks were buried here,” Jack said, luring his lover out
of his silence.
Daniel agreed, and yet, it made him feel awkward. Where would he
bury them? He didn't want his life with Jack to revolve around
cemeteries. Besides, he wasn't sure he had a right to move his
parents to fulfill his own needs, so he decided against thinking about
it any more than he had already that day.
“I do, too, but they're someplace they love. Yet, in a funny kind
of way, it would be nice to have some place to go.”
“But still, you're right with what you've always said, they're in our
hearts, always with us.”
Jack reached out and squeezed Daniel's hand briefly.
“Hey Sara, how's the pregnancy? ... Good ... Listen, I'd like to talk
with you about something, but not over the phone. Do you
think Mark would mind if I dropped by for a few minutes? ...
Yeah, that would be great. I have some errands to run, so I can
... <laughter> He's great. ... Okay, see you soon. Thanks.”
Jack walked out of the study, “Danny, I'm going to take care of those
errands now. I'll probably be a few hours. How about when I
get back we go for a walk?”
“Sure. I think I'll get some work done while you're gone.
Jack, are you okay?”
“Perfectly. You wiped away all my blues. Visiting Charlie
was the perfect thing to do. Thank you for coming with me, for
“I always trust you, Jack.”
The two kissed their good-byes, and then went on with their business.
Later that night, Jack and Daniel went for a short walk. It had
started to snow, so they didn't go as far as they would have normally.
“This is a good place to live,” Jack said, taking in the neighborhood
as small flakes fell on him.
“I like it,” Daniel said, “Different though from Egypt.”
“Colder anyway,” Jack laughed.
“Jack, where'd you go today?”
Jack glanced at Daniel, “Didn't fool you for a minute, did I?”
“No, you had something you needed to do without me, and I knew that
whatever it was, well ... you had to do it alone, I guess.”
“I went to see Sara. For one thing, I wanted to tell her that we
went to see Charlie. I thought she'd want to know.”
“She used to give you a hard time about that, didn't she?”
“She was right on that one. I was avoiding it because of my own
problems. I wasn't thinking about Charlie, I was focused on
myself. I just wanted her to know.”
The two walked quietly for a few minutes, “And yes, there's something
else, but I need to keep that a secret for a little while.”
“What are you up to, Jack?”
“Now, 'up' is a very interesting word.”
“You're trying to distract me.”
“All I said is that 'up' was an interesting word. You're the one
who is assuming.”
“I didn't assume anything. I was following the conversation,”
“Up is still a very interesting word, and in fact,” Jack scooped Daniel
into him for a long kiss, “I'd like to show you just how 'up' I can be.”
“Jaaaaack!” Daniel pushed him away, “Geez, we're outside, in front of
... gawd, I don't even know who lives here. Stop it,” Daniel
laughed, walking away quickly.
“You can't run from me,” Jack teased.
“Oh, yes I can,” and to prove it, Daniel ran the rest of the way home,
with Jack close on his tail, catching him by the front door.
Both were out of breath, air coming from their mouths due to the
chilling air. “That's because you have the keys.”
Jack kissed Daniel again on their front porch, and as he did, managed
to reach in his pocket for the key and unlock the door, both of them
nearly falling into the entrance way as the door opened.
As the tenth day of Christmas ended, Jack and Daniel made love, and
then shared more stories from their holidays past with Charlie and
Daniel's parents, and then they made love again, happy to have spent
some of their first official holiday season with their precious family
members who were no longer with them.
~~On to Day Eleven and the Eleventh Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 24, 2003
Size: 14kb, ficlet
Written: December 3,5,23, 2003
Summary: It's the eleventh day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, presents that matter!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Danny, I love you so much,” Jack cooed, kissing his lover's sweaty
head after a dynamic round of lovemaking, their third of the day.
It was Christmas Eve, and again, by mutual agreement, they had turned
off the phones and buried the pagers, and had, in fact, spent most of
the day in bed, loving and being loved.
“This feels so good,” Daniel crooned, happy and warm against his hairy
“I hate to say this, but we really should get up for a while.”
“The girls, silly. We promised them a walk, and you know they'll
be angry with us if we forget.”
“They will, too,” Daniel laughed, reluctantly moving off his lover and
towards the bathroom.
A while later, the two put on their sweats, along with their jackets
and wool scarves and took the dogs for a quick walk, enjoying the
brightly lit homes in the neighborhood.
Once back at home, they poured some cider to drink as they warmed
themselves by the fire, cuddling together. Bijou and Katie were
lying against them, rolling over, begging for attention which they
It was a playful hour, Jack and Daniel enjoying their home with their
precious beagles. After they had finished their cider, they
romped on the large pillows they had left there to rest against.
Both dogs had tug toys in the house, and they all took turns being the
winner. They even sang “Frosty the Snowman” together when it came
on the CD, Bijou and Katie both howling as Jack and Daniel sang
Eventually, the dogs wanted to go out, so the couple got up. Jack
let the girls out and when he turned around, Daniel was stretching, his
hands held taut over his head, his torso leaning to the right and then
moving to the left. Then, Daniel bent down, his fingers trying to
touch the ground.
“Round four coming up,” Jack said, not realizing he had said it
Daniel turned and blushed, “Jaaack!”
“Geez, Danny, you should be outlawed. You keep doing that and you
won't get your Christmas Eve presents until tomorrow!”
Daniel laughed as he did a final stretching move and then walked to the
tree, and looked it up and down, “It really is a good tree.”
“Just needed love, that's all, just like you said,” Jack replied
softly. “Want some more cider?” Jack asked after a few moments.
“That would be nice. Thanks.”
Jack got the cider and rearranged the pillows closer to the Christmas
tree. By then, Bijou and Katie were ready to come back inside,
and within minutes, all were again comfortable by the tree.
Jack and Daniel kissed softly.
“Merry Christmas, Jack.”
“And to you, My Angel,” Jack said as they kissed again.
They reached under the tree for their presents, the ones they would
open tonight. Jack and Daniel had decided that they would always
leave a couple for Christmas morning, too, so each had set some aside
for the next day.
They began with the gifts received from friends and co-workers, a
variety of shirts, ties, books, CDs, DVDs, gag gifts and more.
Then they pulled out another group of gifts, the ones for the girls.
“This should be fun,” Jack said.
“Katie, come here. Present time.”
“Bij, here girl,” Daniel called.
Both came running eagerly from their beanbags.
“Here, Bij, this is yours, from the grizzly bear over there, and me,
“I am not a grizzly bear.”
“Giant Black Bear,” Jack laughed, and Daniel did, too.
Bijou pawed at the snowman wrapping paper, tearing it and then used her
nose to lift up the paper from the gift.
“Woof!!” she wagged her tail, taking the large bone proudly and running
all over the living room with it.
“Woof Woof Woof!” Katie chased after her.
“Katie, get back here. You have a present, too!”
Katie turned and ran back to Jack.
“You realize that you are a bit too tiny still for that big bone.
That one was for mom. Now, you need some help?” Jack asked.
Katie looked at him, and then down at the package. She used both
paws to try and open it, and while it broke, she had a difficult time
making a large enough tear.
“Woof” she said quietly.
“I'll help,” Jack said, making a bigger tear, “You want me to do it
all, or ...”
Katie's nose dug into the tear, and then with her paws, she pulled out
her own bone. She licked Jack's hand for a second, and then took
her bone, and ran around the room just as Bijou had done a few minutes
Both dogs held their presents in their mouths as they sat staring at
each other by the fireplace.
“Danny, what do you think they are talking about over there?”
“No idea, but I'm sure they know!”
“You don't suppose they're arguing over which is ...”
“Jack, I think it's pretty obvious which bone is bigger!”
“Girls, there's more!” Jack showed off the packages.
Both dogs ran to the couple seated by the tree. With adult help
from time to time, Bijou and Katie opened the rest of their presents --
gourmet treats, new harnesses (Katie was outgrowing hers), sweaters,
and an assortment of toys including new “artifacts” for Katie to bury
in her play yard.
Jack and Daniel had laughed watching their girls open their gifts,
their noses getting tape stuck on them, their paws pushing paper back,
their teeth cutting through or pulling on ribbon that had adorned some
of their gifts. The entire time the beagle's tails had been
wagging, and every now and then they had let out small growls or grunts
from their efforts as they had attacked the wrapping that surrounded
their treasures. It had truly been like magic for the family.
“Time for the people gifts,” Jack said, shaking a box with his name on
“Here, you go first,” Jack handed Daniel one of the presents.
Daniel carefully opened the small package. Inside were two
envelopes, on each was written “Baby Jackson-O'Neill.” Daniel
looked at Jack quizzically, then gently opened the envelopes. Inside
each were $1000 savings bonds.
“It's nice to give things to our friends and each other, but we need to
plan for the future. No matter how much we think we have, you
just never know when the economy will turn us upside down, so, I
figured we should start a little account for our kids, add to it when
we can ... make sure they have funds for college, something to start
out on. What do you think?”
“I think I love you.”
Daniel was staring at the bonds. He raised his left hand to his
eye and wiped away a tear. Jack couldn't see it because of the
“Danny, it's supposed to be a good thing.”
“It is. It's the best thing. It's real, isn't it,
Jack? I mean ... it's going to happen.”
“Oh, yeah, you'd better believe it, Angel. Those kids, they're
ours, just as soon as we get done doing what we have to do with the
Daniel leaned over, the bonds falling to his lap, his left hand
possessively massaging Jack's right check, as he kissed his husband,
their tongues going full strength against each other.
“Mmmm,” Daniel moaned, leaning his forehead against Jack's after the
kiss, “Love you so much, Jack, so much.”
“Then, where's my present?”
Daniel chuckled, “Here,” and kissed his love again.
“Best present ever,” Jack sighed happily.
Daniel carefully put away the savings bonds, and Jack opened his first
“Oh, Danny, Angel,” Jack smiled, “Geez, my loves, together,” Jack
stared at the framed photo, “How'd you do this, Danny?”
“Computer. I ... I hope you don't ...”
“Danny, gawd,” Jack leaned over and kissed him, “It's perfect.
How you always know to do this ... I just ... thank you, Love. I
wish I could carry it with me always.”
“There's an envelope.”
Jack looked at Daniel in surprise, and dug deeper in the box, and sure
enough, there was an envelope with a small wallet sized copy of the
“I figure even if someone sees it you can come up with something to
explain it, like ... I don't know, but you're the Special Ops
specialist, and I know you'll think of something! Gawd, I can't
believe I did this,” Daniel looked down, a shy smile on his face.
“I didn't even know Carter had those developed already.”
“I ... asked her to rush them.”
When Jack looked up with surprise again on his face, Daniel sighed,
“You'd find a way to get them from her. We both know that, so I
just, decided to go with the flow.”
“My genius,” Jack spoke with love as he looked at the photo.
Daniel had done a manipulation of the photo Jack had come across of
Charlie in the school play, the year he had been an elf, superimposing
it with one of the photos Sam had taken the night they went to the
Children's Shelter and Daniel had dressed up as Santa's number one
elf. The idea for Daniel to dress as an elf had been Jack's,
after seeing the photo of Charlie.
So now, Jack had a photo of Daniel and Charlie, together, both in elf
attire, Daniel looking surprised and wide-eyed as he looked over
Charlie's shoulder. It looked as natural as if the two objects of
Jack's affection had actually been in the same room when the picture
had been snapped.
Jack put the smaller one in his wallet, next to the velvet pouch that
held his wedding ring. Staring at the pouch and then the photo,
he pulled out the ring.
“Someone might come.”
“I don't care. It's Christmas, Angel!”
Smiling in agreement, Daniel took the ring and placed it in on Jack's
finger. He kissed it, and then leaned in to kiss Jack, “Forever
and Always, I love you.”
Daniel reached for his wallet, removing his wedding ring, and then Jack
repeated their words of love, and after another kiss, they continued
with their holiday gift giving to each other.
Jack got Daniel another blue shirt, a couple of books he'd been
wanting, and a box of chocolates.
Daniel got Jack a book he'd been hinting for, a new emerald green robe,
and a deluxe model plane to put together, something had become a bit of
a tradition over the years since Daniel had purchased one of the kits
years ago as a way to give Jack a weekend getaway trip to Utah.
Daniel opened the chocolates, and took one. He leaned over to his
love, and gently placed it between his lips. Jack took a partial
bite as Daniel leaned in to share the chocolate cream treat.
“Mmmm,” Daniel moaned as their tongues met, and they both nibbled on
the treat, never parting.
Daniel's left hand was at the back of Jack's head, his thumb rubbing
against the strands of silver-gray hair. Jack's hands were
wrapped around Daniel's waist, but then he brought his left hand to
Daniel's face, caressing as they ate and kissed, their tongues
continuing to swish around the melting chocolate.
They kept their mouths pressed together in a unity that didn't end
until every last residue of the chocolate was gone. Jack's
thumb rubbed against Daniel's cheek as he leaned in again, noises of
pleasure escaping from both their throats. Their heads turned
from side to side as their bodies continued to speak of their love.
Jack's hands moved down again to his lover's waist, tugging up Daniel's
sweatshirt so that he could feel the smooth skin that sent shivers
through him. Slowly, Jack eased them down, a pillow perfectly in
place to support his love. They never missed a beat, their kisses
Daniel pulled up Jack's sweatshirt, and Jack parted their lips only
briefly to let the apparel go over his head. Daniel tossed it ...
somewhere that wasn't on Jack, and then his hands reached Jack's lower
back, moving constantly as their fire gained strength.
“Jack ... the girls.”
“Don't move ... and don't you dare argue.”
“Not going to argue, Jack. Just ... hurry!”
Jack called Bijou and Katie to the door, “Sorry, Ladies, but this time,
the people win. Out!”
The girls ran quickly to the warmth of their doghouse. Jack
watched, making sure they were in the house safely, the door covering
the opening to keep the warmth inside for the two dogs.
Satisfied, he returned to his husband.
“Are they okay?”
“Yep, snug as two bugs in a rug,” Jack said just before making contact
with Daniel's lips again.
“You know why I love you, Jack?” Daniel asked suddenly.
Jack was a bit surprised and not sure how to answer. Daniel
smiled, his fingers walking through his lover's hair, “I love you for
so many reasons, but not the least of which is that knowing how much we
both want each other right this second, you made sure the girls were
safe first. I love you so much for that,” the last sentence
coming out almost as a whisper, Daniel's voice lost with the emotion.
“They're our girls. Have to keep them safe, but now, Dr.
Jackson-O'Neill, the night is ours.
And as the eleventh day of Christmas ebbed, Jack and Daniel's fire
raged more powerfully than the one in the fireplace, the unions of
their bodies thrusting and erupting in a pleasure that took both to a
blissful oblivion. Their first Christmas Eve as a married couple
had been all they had dreamed it would be.
~~On to Day Twelve and the Twelfth Day of Christmas~~
Category: Slash, Romance, Holiday, Established Relationship
Season: 7 - December 25, 2003
Size: 22kb, ficlet
Written: December 3,5-6,8, 2003
Summary: It's the twelfth day of Christmas as Jack and Daniel
celebrate their first holiday season together as husband and
husband! On the agenda for the day, Christmas is here!
Notes: Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better:
........ “On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love said to me”
“Merry Christmas, Angel. I love you so much, so darn much!”
“Merry Christmas, My Precious Love,” Daniel sighed contently as the two
touched their way into the morning.
They were lying on their sides, just looking and caressing,
occasionally kissing. They wanted each second of this special day
to be remembered, nothing rushed and none of the magic missed, so they
took their time as they awoke, allowing their bodies to say their good
mornings to each other before getting up.
But the best made plans often go awry, and as Jack and Daniel kissed,
they suddenly heard, “Woof!” and felt the warm fur of Bijou who had
somehow nuzzled in between the two and was pawing at them.
After their evening lovemaking downstairs the night before, Jack had
dissolved into silly putty, telling Daniel as they had been about to go
upstairs, “Love, it's cold out. Do you mind if I let the girls
Daniel had given Jack such a big grin that the older man thought he
might burst from all the love being directed his way. Both loved
their beagles as if they were their children, and as in most homes,
their children often turned the adults into Jell-O. So, the two
dogs had been left in the house and had settled into their beanbag for
the remainder of the night.
“I think she's trying to tell us something,” Jack spoke as the morning
loomed and Bijou tugged at the two lovers.
“Apparently,” Daniel agreed, looking around. “Where's Katie?”
“Probably downstairs,” Jack stretched after he stood up, putting on his
robe. “I'm going to take a shower, Love. Care to join me?”
“Woof! Woof!“ Bijou barked, standing anxiously by the door.
“Oh yeah, definitely. I'll check on Katie and put the girls out
for a while before Bijou goes nuts.”
Daniel slid on his blue robe and went downstairs as Jack warmed up the
“There you are,” Daniel leaned over to pick up Katie to give her a
Katie leaned her head against Daniel's warm body, “Hey girl, ready to
go out for a while?”
Jack was whistling, about to take off his robe and get into the shower,
when he thought he heard something. He walked out of the
bathroom, and ...
“JACK! COME DOWN HERE! QUICK!”
Daniel gently carried Katie to the sofa and sat down. Bijou sat
anxiously near Daniel's feet.
“What's wrong, Girl?”
Jack ran down the stairs, “Daniel?”
“Something's wrong with Katie.”
Jack hurried over to sit by Daniel.
“She's ... sluggish. Look at her, and she's warm.”
“Hey, Katie, what's going on? You eat something nasty? Bet
that's it,” Jack placed a little kiss atop Katie's head. “You
watch her, and I'll call Pam. Sure do hope she's home.”
“That's a good girl. You're such a good patient,” Pam said,
petting the small beagle gently.
Pam looked at Jack and Daniel, both of whom had quickly dressed into
their sweats, and smiled, “She's fine, guys. Her temp is up a
couple of degrees, but with what I just gave her, it should pop right
on down in no time.”
“But what was wrong? That stuff she threw up earlier looked
“She probably ate something or got a whiff of something she's allergic
to. Have you used anything new outside ... fertilizer, any
“I can't think of a thing, Pam. Danny?”
Daniel shook his head, his focus still on Katie, who was much more
alert and active than when he had first come downstairs.
Pam saw the worried faces, “Listen, guys, trust me. She should be
fine. Watch her closely for the next day or two, just in case, and call
me if you need to. I'll be in town. When you get a chance,
check outside for anything that someone might have tossed over the
fence, or just ... anything ... different ... even new weeds. Of
course, at this time of year, the chance of that is slim, but it's not
“Woof! Woof!” Katie spoke as Pam stood up.
“Anytime, Katie,” Pam laughed. “I'll see myself out. Bye,
Bijou!” Pam waved.
“Woof!” Bijou followed Pam to the door and gave another “Woof” as she
opened the door and left.
“Okay, crisis averted. She's fine.”
“Danny, I'm going to take that shower, and then I'll come back
downstairs and be with Katie, and you can take yours, okay?”
Jack kissed Daniel's cheek and headed upstairs.
A few hours later, Katie was running around, happily playing with
Bijou. Daniel was quietly watching them from the steps of the
patio deck in the backyard. Jack stepped out and sat down next to
him, putting his arm around Daniel and squeezing him gently for a
“She's fine now, Love.”
“I know,” Daniel leaned his head against Jack's shoulder. “Jack,
it's not going to be easy, is it ... having kids, raising them,
watching them when they're sick, feeling so incredibly helpless, not to
“No, it's not easy, but you're weren't useless. Don't make that
mistake ... of devaluing what love does. Katie knew we were right
there with her, and so did Bij. She knew it, Danny, and our
children will know it. Love goes a long way. I think we've
both proved through the years.”
Daniel looked into Jack's eyes, “I lived for you, never dreaming we
could be like this.”
“Love goes a long, long way,” Jack reiterated softly.
Jack leaned in to kiss Daniel when he suddenly stopped, and backed a
bit, scooting to look around his husband.
“I'm not sure,” Jack stood, and walked to the edge of the deck where
some piping was barely visible.
“Danny, come here,” and when Daniel approached, “Look. This is
it, the pipe that runs from the kitchen. It's always stuck out
here a little, but it's ... molding, and geez, look at this ...“ Jack
pointed out a small section that looked as if it had been licked or
“She's just like you ... has to touch everything!”
“Well, it's true, and you know it. I swear, if she were human I'd
so believe she were yours ... biologically speaking,“ Jack smiled,
adding, ”I'm gonna call Pam and make sure there's no problem with
this. Why don't you grab something to wrap around it?”
“Pam says no problem. She couldn't have ingested enough to do
more harm, especially with the response we've had. She threw it
up earlier, so she'll be okay.”
“I covered the piping. She won't be able to get into it again.”
“First thing Friday morning we get that handled.”
Daniel had a big smile on his face.
“Geez, Danny, our kids are not going to face temptation if I can help
it. We'll do a little survey while we're at it, of the garage and
the back and see if we can see anything else that might be a potential
danger in the future.”
Daniel's broad smile was still intact, “I love you, Jack.”
The dog problem solved, and Katie having made a quick recovery, Jack
and Daniel finally ate a decent lunch, and prepared to continue their
“Hey, why so quiet?” Daniel asked Jack as he stood at the patio door
watching the beagles.
“I ... wanted to show you something. It's part of your Christmas,
but it means leaving the house, and I wasn't sure you'd want to do
Daniel looked at Katie and back at Jack.
“We can leave them in the house. It won't be long, will it?”
“An hour probably. Danny, I don't want you to worry the entire
time if we go.”
“Well, I'll probably worry even if we stay here, so as long as we
aren't gone too long, and Katie's fever isn't back up when we let them
in, then I think we should go ... wherever it is we're going.”
Daniel was surprised to find they were back at the cemetery, where they
had gone only a couple of days ago. Jack exited the truck, and
Daniel followed. Just before they got to Charlie's grave, Jack
stopped and turned to Daniel, and said, “Listen, this is really
“No, Danny, I mean, really important. If this isn't something you
want, then you need to tell me. I just thought ... I just ...”
“Come see ... but Danny, you have to tell me if you don't like it.”
Daniel was totally clueless, and then reaching the gravesite, he still
didn't get it.
“Danny, you see, Sara and I, we bought all of this space.
Originally, we thought we'd both ... you know, but now, she and Mark
want to be together. Mark's family has space in Denver, and since
they're planning on having more kids, they want to be together.“
Jack took a breath. This was more difficult than he had
“And well, I figured you and I would be together, somewhere ...” Jack
paused, really regretting that he wasn't a linguist because at the
moment, he felt way out of his league.
“Danny, I thought, if you want ... I mean I know they aren't there ...
but ... Sara was okay with it ... we could put a stone here, or
something, some little memorial ... for your folks. I mean, they
could ... if you wanted to, but I know you said you thought they were,
um, good, oh crap,” Jack walked away, totally frustrated.
He took a breath and looked back at Daniel, “You don't have to
say anything. It was a bad idea. Let's go.”
Jack started to walk towards the truck, but he realized Daniel hadn't
followed. Jack returned to his lover who was standing motionless
in the same spot he had been in for the past five minutes.
“Danny, we can go now. Come on. I'm sorry. It was a
really stupid idea. I mean, putting a headstone over an empty
plot, and I know you don't want to move them. I get stupid, dumb,
CRAZY ideas sometimes. Come on. Let's go home.”
“I'll be along in a minute, okay?”
Jack backed away, but he couldn't get himself to leave. Daniel
seemed too vulnerable now, and Jack felt like an idiot for ever coming
up with such a weird idea. He watched as Daniel knelt by
Charlie's stone, touching it much as Jack had done during their visit
there earlier in the week.
“Hey, Charlie. Your dad. He sure gets some wacky ideas, but
gawd, I love him. Can you imagine anyone thinking of such a
thing? A place ... a place for my parents ... and with you, the
son he loves more than anything. They wouldn't be alone
anymore. I mean, they're sort of alone, too. It's a place
they liked, but, it's just the two of them. It would be perfect,
to have them here, if I knew you wouldn't mind, but I don't know that,
and I just can't do that to you. It wouldn't be right.
“Wow. Your mom. She's amazing, as Jack says. I wish I
could thank her for saying yes to whatever he asked of her, but I
wouldn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. You're lucky,
Charlie, to have two parents who love you so much.
“But ... Charlie, I ... I need you to help me. You see, Jack ...
your dad ... he's going to think I'm upset, and I'm not sure how to
tell him that I think this was one of the most precious things he's
ever tried to do for me, just the offer, just having the
idea. It's just ... he thinks you'd love me, but ... I just don't
want to intrude ... Gawd, help him, Charlie, okay? To know I love him,
even more for this gesture.
“Oh, and Charlie, if you heard what Jack said the other day, it's just
... he loves me. Don't be angry at him. He's your one and
only dad. I could never be anything like that. He just
wanted to make me happy, and you know something? He did. He
filled my heart, Charlie, because if I could, I'd love to be your
Jack slipped away quietly, back to the truck as Daniel talked to
Charlie. When Daniel joined him several minutes later, Jack took
his husband in his arms and held him, and whispered his love.
“It was a wonderful idea, Jack. I just don't think it's the right
thing, but thank you so much for thinking of it. I love you.”
“I know, Angel.”
Back at their home, the two played with their girls for a while, and
then cuddled listening to holiday music. They danced a few times,
and did a lot of fondling as they enjoyed the calm of the day.
Then, they opened the last of their presents, the highlight of which
was one of Daniel's gifts for Jack ... tickets to go visit Danny
Jenkins, the little boy Jack had befriended last Christmas at a skating
rink. It was Jack who had taken a stand and had Danny removed
from a bad foster parent environment and who had eventually found
friends eager to adopt the young boy.
The adoption had gone smoothly, and Danny had stayed in touch.
The Jenkins had even come out to the Springs earlier in the year so
their new son could visit with his “best friend” so now, knowing Jack
had been eager to see the boy again, Daniel had arranged for them to go
for a two-day visit right after Christmas.
“Oh, Danny, thank you. It'll be great to see little Danny again.”
“You're his hero, Jack.”
“I was just in the right place at the right time ... and I had a little
nudge from my own hero, and that's you, in case you've forgotten.”
“You say the craziest things, Jack.”
“Only the truth, Danny. Thank you for this.”
Next, the Jackson-O'Neill's feasted on a turkey dinner for four, Bijou
and Katie both enjoying turkey, too! Daniel smiled at Katie's
“She really is okay, Jack,” he spoke happily as Katie gulped down
another piece of turkey.
As the stars came out, Jack and Daniel went outside with their
beagles. They laughed and played for about 30 minutes and then
walked back into the house. Jack shut the door, and turned to
join his lover, but was surprised when he bumped into him.
“Whoa, Danny, geez.”
Daniel was breathing hard, staring at something.
Jack looked around, “Okay, it's our house. The dogs, the tree,
“Mantle. Jack, the mantle.”
Jack looked at the mantle and scanned from right to left the
various items and photos placed there. And then Jack's
heart stopped, his eyes locked onto the same thing that had Daniel so
“What the heck?” Jack approached the fireplace, never losing sight of
Daniel hadn't yet moved. Jack looked back at him. Daniel
shook his head, his breathing still labored, his arms locked around
Sitting on the mantle was the angel ornament that had been lost so many
years earlier. The decoration had been Charlie's, and had
represented the angel that watched over the young boy all the
time. After Jack's and Daniel's first year together as a couple,
the ornament had disappeared.
Now, without explanation, in the space of 30 minutes, the ornament had
reappeared, and had been placed directly in front of the photo of
Daniel and his parents.
“Danny, I don't understand this. This was not here when we went
“I know that. I was just looking ... gawd, oh gawd.”
Jack turned and hurried back to Daniel, taking him into his arms.
“It wasn't there, Danny.”
“No, it wasn't. When we got home, I was looking at the pictures
on the mantle. There was nothing else there that hasn't been
there for ... gawd, Jack. Where'd it come from? It wasn't
Daniel was shivering in Jack's hold, and Jack himself wasn't so steady,
having no answers for Daniel's questions. Finally, they both
walked to the mantle, both afraid to touch it, but finally, Daniel
reached out and gently took the ornament in his hands.
“It's real, Jack. Gawd, it's real. I don't
understand. How? Where?”
“Danny, the pictures. My gawd.”
“Charlie's picture. It's always been on the right side of the
mantle, by my parents. Now, it's here, by your parents. And
... Angel, our wedding photo is ... how the heck did this ... I don't
Jack and Daniel didn't keep their wedding photos downstairs, but
in their bedroom and Daniel's den, they had several. Their
favorite, of them holding hands while looking out at the sunset just
after saying their vows, was suddenly on the mantle, right in the
Jack and Daniel stared at each other, neither knowing what to say or
how to explain what had happened. They stood in silence for a
Still staring at the photo of Charlie, Jack instructed, “Angel, put the
ornament on the tree.”
“Go ahead; put it on the tree.”
Daniel slowly walked over to their Charlie Brown Christmas tree, and
found a spot right in the middle where the angel ornament was easily
viewed. Daniel backed away, shaking his head. Jack still
stood by the fireplace, staring at the pictures.
It was several minutes before either moved or spoke again, and it was
Jack who finally accepted the unexpected gift.
“Thank you, Sport. I love you.”
Daniel turned to face Jack, who returned the gaze.
“Don't you see, Danny? He found a way. Gawd, Charlie found
a way. I told you that he'd love you, and he's telling me, and
you, that he does. The ornament ... the photos. Angel, his
photo is here now, by your folks. He's answering you, Danny, just
as he answered me. Don't ask me how. I don't ... Danny,
he's ... geez, Danny, he's giving us his blessing.”
Daniel was too shaken to move, so Jack went to him and held his love
again, kissing the side of his neck.
“It makes no sense, Angel, but ... do you have another explanation?”
Daniel shook his head, and held on to Jack tighter than ever.
“It wasn't there, the ornament, the photo,” Daniel spoke softly, his
mind still searching for logic for something that wasn't logical.
“I know. Danny, your parents. They could be with
Charlie. Do you want ...?”
Without hesitation, Daniel nodded, still holding on to Jack, still
trying to find a normal breathing rhythm.
Jack ushered his love to their spot in front of the Christmas
tree. He chose that spot because they could see both the ornament
and the photos. Bijou and Katie had long ago laid down in their
beanbag and were asleep.
Daniel leaned into Jack's hold, not wanting any separation. He
felt strangely lost for a scientist. The two sat quietly for a
long time, as song after song played on the CD player they had turned
on when they had arrived home from the cemetery.
“Sara's really okay with it?”
“Totally. I wouldn't have offered if she had been the least bit
hesitant or resistant. She actually liked the idea, of having
someone there to watch over Charlie. You can ask her for
yourself. By the way, I told her what I told you the other day,
and she said to send you her love, and wants to know when you are going
to send her the back alimony.”
“Jack, she didn't!“
“She did,“ Jack smiled, and then added seriously. “She understands,
feels the same way about Mark. Charlie ... he has three dads now,
Daniel smiled, “She's amazing.“
“Yeah, she is. Charlie got all his good stuff from her.“
“From you, too, Jack.“
“Okay ... we split, but she had to deal with the day to day stuff with
me being gone so much, and she did a heck of a job with him.“
Daniel stared at the angel ornament, still wrapped up in the warmth of
the enormous gift they'd been given, and then he remembered something
Jack had said earlier in the day.
“Wha...what about us? You started to say something about us when
we were at the cemetery.“
“I figured ... hoped, actually, that we'd be together, Danny. I
was thinking we might invest in something ... for us and our family.“
“Our family,“ Daniel repeated softly, enjoying the sound of the word.
“We could find someplace peaceful, make sure there's room for ...
generations of Jackson-O'Neill's. Families used to do that all
“Like a tomb.“
“Let's not be so gothic. We could just take care of us, though,
if you prefer, but ... I just thought ... you never know, the kids or
grandkids might like not to have to worry about it.“
“Kids have kids, Daniel.“
“Believe it or not, I haven't thought that far ahead.“
“It's a little overwhelming. We have time ... lots of
time! Danny, I ...,“ Jack sighed, and shook his head gently
next to Daniel's, choosing to let his words die in silence.
“It's a crazy world, isn't it, Jack?”
“Can't argue with that.”
“I mean ... there's so much we can't explain, like how sometimes we
know what the other is thinking, or we can communicate. I mean, Jack we
have real conversations ... in our minds.”
“Yeah, it's like being in the Twilight Zone sometimes, but I love that
connection, Danny. I've never understood it, but I sure do like
A few minutes later, Daniel spoke softly, “Thank you, Charlie.”
Jack smiled, and said, “From me, too, Son. Thank you.”
“It's really been perfect, hasn't it?” Daniel asked about their holiday
“In every way. Love you so much, Angel.”
Daniel smiled, “So much, Jack. For always.”
As the twelfth day of Christmas came to a close, Jack and Daniel
reveled in the magic of the day. Their holiday season had been
all they had dreamed, and much more. And with their Christmas
miracle, they had been given a gift neither had ever expected to
receive, one of love and acceptance.
They prayed to whatever that greater power was that existed, one that
both knew was there, that in the years to follow, they'd always
remember this special day, and the treasured gift they had received,
and never dishonor it.
As the two lovers fell asleep next to the tree, somewhere out in the
distance, in a place that can't be described, a young boy smiled and
said, “I love you, too, Daddy ... Daddies!”
~~Finis - Finished - Done - The End - But is it ever Really?~~
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