#sg1secretsanta

[professortennant]

STARGATE SG-1 SAM/JACK SECRET SANTA

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

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

(gif courtesy of @mystupidumbflyboy)

How it works:

The Stargate SG-1 Sam/Jack Secret Santa is a gift exchange between members of our wonderful fandom. The concept is simple - you give a gift, and you get one in return.

All mediums of fanwork including fanfiction, fanart, edits, graphics, fan videos are accepted. I ask that fanfiction be a minimum of 1,500 words in length. (If you write a little every day, it’s only about 60 or so words per day!)

At this time, the Secret Santa is open to only Sam/Jack requests. If you’re DYING to participate in this secret santa but have another ship request, shoot me a message and I’ll see what I can do.

You will need a tumblr account to participate.

Entries this year will be done via Google Forms. Just click THIS link and fill out all the fields.

Please try and keep your prompt simple, so as to not make it too difficult for your Secret Santa to complete! But don’t make it so simple/vague that your Secret Santa is left floundering! And, hey! It’s the holidays! Let’s make our prompts festive!

Remember to try your best to stick with the prompt your giftee provided!

If there is anything you are uncomfortable with creating for, e.g. smut or character death, please note it in the form, and I will do our best to accommodate you when assigning prompts.

Contact your giftee:

Make sure to send your person lots of love leading up to the Holidays

Remember to turn anonymous asks on so your secret santa can check up on you!

Please contact your giftee regularly--get to know your fellow fan! Ask how they’re doing, ask them questions about their prompt, ask them if they want something in particular, drop them teases of what you’re creating!

What if I cannot finish in time?

If for some reason you cannot complete your gift in time, let your giftee know you might be a couple days late.

If you need to drop out, you MUST let me know by 19th December. I will arrange for a new gift for your giftee.  

If you drop out without contacting me, please know that you will be barred from participating in future events. I don’t want to exclude people, but it’s also not fair for your giftee to get nothing in return.

What happens if I haven’t heard from my Secret Santa?

Please first check that you have anonymous asks enabled.

If your secret santa does not send you any messages, you can contact me and I will follow up with them.

If your secret santa does not post your gift by December 31st, and have not contacted you about it, please also let me know. Rest assured that I will send a gift your way, even if it takes a little longer.

Posting:

Use the #sg1secretsanta to tag your gifts so we can keep track of everyone.

Remember to tag your giftee so they can see their present! You can tag either in the first 5 tags of the gift itself or in the post! 

Key Dates:

12th November - Entry for event opens

29th November - Entry for event closes

3rd December - All participants will receive their giftee’s URL and prompt

19th December - Last chance to drop out.

23rd December - Early Merry Christmas! Gifts should be posted on this date!

If you have any further questions that were not answered above, please feel free to reply to this post with your queries, or send me a message or an ask. I hope to see many entries this year, and spread the cheer around!

(secret santa exchange post was stolen based on the lovely philinda secret santa exchange [which you should also take part in, if you’re in the fandom!])

[dana-cz]

@sudden-arboreal-stop since I couldn’t do what I wanted for your prompt, I decided to make you something extra, I hope you like it! If you want it as a wallpaper, let me know what screen resolution you have and I’ll make that happen for you. :)

[marleyward01]

Hey there @love-letters-x-cardigan-sweaters, I'm your SJ Secret Santa!!

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

Merry Christmas, hun! Enjoy xoxo

White Christmas

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

She's curled up in sheets, hair a mess, and sleeping soundly. He doesn't need to check if she's naked beneath the thin material, he already knows she is, and the leg she's strewn comfortably across his side of the bed makes him long to run his fingers along the smooth, pale skin. And he would, but he hardly ever gets the chance to simply take her in. It's like admiring a piece of fine art, you wouldn't dare touch it for fear of spoiling the image. You simply...enjoy it.

Despite the weather, its toasty warm inside the cabin thanks to the fireplace. The place smells of coffee and wood and her. A unique scent that makes him feel home. He's always enjoyed the cabin, even as a child it was his favourite place. All the surrounding nature, the cosiness, the quiet. It was perfect for him, and he never thought it could get any better...until she finally agreed to join him.

She's been here before, of course. Plenty of times since they'd began this dance. But this is their first Christmas together, alone, at the cabin and he intends to make the most of both it and her before they eventually have to part ways once more. It's for that reason that, for the first time since Charlie's death, he's actually made an effort to decorate his getaway home.

He was a little rusty, didn't even know where he'd put the decorations all those years ago, but eventually he pulled something resembling 'festive' together for her. And it didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated. She loved it. Loved how warm and inviting the place felt with hues of red and green scattered around every room. Loved the way the fireplace seemed even more dreamy even though it only had one lonely stocking attached to the end. And she had especially loved that, while he had done the hard work finding a tree and positioning it inside, he'd left decorating it to her. And for him, he'd loved watching her place each decoration upon the branches with such unwavering concentration that he would swear she was approaching it the same way she did with the tech they found off world. It was heartwarming to say the least.

There's a sharp inhale of breath from the bed and he perks up at the movement. She stirs, body slowly stretching lazily like a cat. An arm reaches out to smooth over his side of the bed and he can tell she'd been expecting to find his skin beneath her fingers by the way her face scrunches when she doesn't. Its adorable and he smirks as her eyes slowly flutter open.

She regards him with curiosity, a sleepy “hey” falling from her lips before she rakes her delicate fingers through her hair. He's mesmerised by the way she moves. She has no idea how amazing she looks. “Hey”, he replies softly.

She beckons him towards her by patting the bed and he's helpless to refuse. The bed dips and rolls her into his side as he crawls his way above her. She giggles at the movement and shuffles herself back so she can peer up at him. “Morning,” she whispers before pushing up to brush her lips against his.

It's chaste, he suspects that's because she's self conscious about morning breath – she needn't be. She tastes just fine any time of day which is why he replies “Mornin, Carter!” then leans himself down to kiss her again.  

When they break apart, she's in a dreamy state of bliss that he no doubt mirrors. He loves waking up to her. Loves being able to kiss her and touch her. Run his fingers through her hair. Feel her nails lightly trail up and down his back. It's the small things. The intimate touches. The soft love.

When she opens her eyes again, she asks about the smell of coffee. The smell is stronger now and even he can't deny his own desire for caffeine. He'd brewed it earlier he tells her which elicits a sigh of utter happiness.

Reluctantly they leave the bedroom. She steals one of his oversized sweaters, something she seems to do every time they spend time together alone. He doesn't mind, though.  It's big enough to cover most of her body leaving him with the fantastic view of her long legs peeking out beneath the bottom hem. Its sexy as hell and watching her pad barefoot through the cabin dressed like that is a view he could never tire of.

They settle into an easy routine of making coffee together and before long they're curled up by the fireplace looking out the window at the snowflakes drifting by. Personally, he loves snow. Loves the cold. Always had. There was nothing like skating on ice or seeing the landscape draped in a blanket of white. It's one of his favourite times of year. And he tells her this. Rambles on about the days he played ice hockey as a teenager and how he almost broke his leg one time as a kid when he tried to jump into the frozen pond outside. He expects a giggle,or smart retort, but when he glances at her, her brows are furrowed and eyes distant. He's on instant alert.

When he asks her what's wrong; “It reminds me of Antarctica!” is all she says. He doesn't need to ask her to explain. He knows. Remembers. Between nearly dying there the first year of their gate travels then the whole frozen in an ancient pod fiasco, he doesn't blame her for associating the weather with the emotions that raged during those times. If he hadn't been so out of his mind during both those instances he would probably feel the same. He watches the snow fall with her for a moment before he gets an idea. “Go get dressed, I wanna show you something!”

She complies, curiously, and before long they're rugged up and trudging through the snow away from the cabin.

The trail he leads her up isn't difficult, even with the snow covered ground. And it's not that he doesn't think she could handle something rougher, they've certainly been through worse, but it's just not necessary for this journey. They trek upwards until they reach a peak that provides a perfect view of the cabin, pond and surrounding woodland. Its beautiful, he knows, and he's pleased when he hears her gasp at the scenery.

It's still snowing as they look over the horizon. Light flakes falling gently all around them. Its dreamy. Cold and wet as it feels, but still such a magnificent sight to behold.

“It's not like Antarctica here,” he says softly, after a while of taking in the view himself. She hums in agreement and he can see her shoulders sag, stress caused by the memories slowly easing away from her. After a while she turns and regards him with rosy cheeks and warmth in her eyes. “Thank you,” she smiles, eyes so full of adoration.

“Always,” he reminds her then moves forward to brush a sparkling snowflake from her nose. He's not surprised when she immediately leans in for a kiss. He reciprocates eagerly. Lips cold, and noses icy. They still melt into each other perfectly.

The heat from their combined breath warms their mouths until he can feel the softness again. She tastes sweet and warm and if it wasn't for the cold now stinging his fingertips, he'd quite happily stay there, on that peak, kissing her forever.

When they pull away, the heat radiates, but it's a different heat. The kind that makes them wordlessly rush home to the warmth of the open fire and the glow of the lights on the Christmas tree and the comfort of the bed. The kind that elicits soft moans or rough groans, or sometimes both at the same time. It's the kind of heat that keeps them wrapped around each other until their stomachs grumble...and then until their tired limbs succumb to sleep.

And after they fall asleep, it's he who wakes first again. The first rays of sunlight stirring him from his sated slumber.

It's snowing on Christmas morning, but he doesn't notice this time. She's wrapped around him and his hands stroking that exposed leg the way he wanted to yesterday. The smooth skin feeling like silk beneath his touch.

Outside the snowflakes fall silently, and its beautiful...but with all the magic of a snowy Christmas morning, it's got nothing on the woman lying in his bed.

[danadumaurier]

*This is a Continuum pseudo AU written for @Dana-cz - all scenes fit within the film to a point then diverge. @dana-cz indicated that she likes the idea that Jack and Sam married during the time Sam was at Area 51 in season 9, so this story assumes that is the case. Merry, merry and holly, jolly.*

———-

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

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

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

———-

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

———-

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

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

———-

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

———-

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

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

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

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

“Sir.”

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

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

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

“O-Kay.”

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

“So?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———-

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

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

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

“Um. Come in, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TBC...part 2 will be a New Years surprise.

[samcaarter]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Oh, you celebrate Christmas, too?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Every planet, I swear."

Sam laughs.

[sharim28]

"Well," says the Colonel. "This is a Cliche."

Chapter One: She Looks good in Blue

Rating: Teen

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

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

Extra note: I am still working on Chrysalis, I just have to do a fairly major rewrite of chapter 6, so this fic was a bit of a fun breather to gain fresh perspective. Definitely still in the works and progressing, just a lot slower than I was hoping sorry! 

[sophiehatt3r]

Merry Ficmas @samcaarter !

Happiness and Donuts (1514 words) by SophieHatter

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

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

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

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

Series: Part 7 of Merry Ficmas 2018

Summary:

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

“Oh my. He was trying to teach me O Tannebaum. In German.”

[puste-kuchen]

Secret Santa gift

Merry Christmas to my Secret Santa @sophiehatt3r

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

I hope you like it!

Title: The unexpected consequences of cake    

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17118239