Title: Christmas Chatter
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: K
Words: 640
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Summary: Separated by their duty, Jack in D.C. and Sam in Nevada, they take a few minutes at the end of a long day to chat about Christmas.
AN: Written for GateWorld forum's Shipmas 2011.
Home from his day in the office, Lt. General Jack O’Neill settled into a late evening of The Simpson
reruns. He kept an anticipatory eye on the cordless phone placed
prominently beside the TV remote as he awaited a call from Nevada. Hammond
had docked at the BC-304 subterranean dry-docks today and the ship’s
commander had promised to call briefly as soon as she wrapped up her
duties for the day. The three hour time difference promised he would be
up ‘til midnight or later.
It was well after oh dark thirty when the phone rang. The caller
identification showed an unknown number but he knew the area code and
happily picked up the receiver. “O’Neill.”
“Hi.” Colonel Samantha Carter’s voice sounded tired but warm on the other end of the line.
“Hi,” Jack responded with the same warmth as he muted the TV show using
the remote. He did not need any background noise to keep him from
feeling alone when he had her voice in his ear. “Your day went okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“You sure? You don’t sound very sure.”
Sam gave a tired chuckle through the phone. “Just tired. Everything went well today. It just all took longer than expected.”
“Ah,” Jack grunted as he settled deeper into the cushions of his
recliner. He knew all about those days. “Well, chin up Sam. In a few
days your baby is Area 37’s to baby and you can be home for the end of
the holidays.”
“Sorry about missing Christmas Day,” Sam apologised.
“Hey, hey, don’t be sorry,” Jack chided. “These things happen and we
both know it. We’ll celebrate Christmas when you’re here even if it’s
really your birthday. The best present is having you home anyway.”
Sam’s voice caught on the other end of the line. When she was able to
speak, her voice caressing the words as she said, “Oh Jack.”
Jack cleared his throat of the emotions her voice invoked in him and
forged onward. “Anyway, Cassie’s has overstocked us on the essentials
already—homemade cookies and pies—and the bird is in the freezer just
waiting to be cooked. Besides, even though we aren’t spending Christmas
day together we will be bringing in the New Year together.”
“Yeah, I know, I just wish...” Sam sighed before deliberately lightening
her voice and asking, “That bird wouldn’t happen to be named, now would
it?”
“Sam,” Jack lightened his voice to match as he protested, “am I the sort of man that would feed you a turkey with a name?”
“Do you really want me to answer that Mr Doom and Gloom?” Sam dryly alluded to their last discussion about named turkeys.
“Nah,” Jack chuckled as he waved the question away with his free hand,
“better not. I do promise though, that our Christmas turkey has no
name.”
“Glad to hear that.” Sam approved before muffling a yawn.
“Christmas turkeys after all Sam, aren’t supposed to be named. Only
Thanksgiving turkeys get names.” Jack teased and smiled to himself as he
listened to Sam laugh softly in response to his humour.
“If you say so Jack.” Sam said in amusement before yawning again. “Well,
I hate to make you wait up so late and talk so little, but I’m really
beat.”
“You certainly sound like you’re beat. Well, goodnight Sam. See you soon.” Jack responded gently.
“Goodnight Jack. See you soon.” Sam muffled another yawn and hung up.
Jack hung up with a smile on his face. Their chat had been short but
sweet. Especially as they had not ended with ‘goodbye’ or ‘talk with you
later’ but ‘see you soon.’ And that was the very best way of all.
Rising from the recliner, he turned off the TV, and made his way to his
bed that would be lonely for only a few more days.
-FINISHED
"Turkey Talk" [drabble, Jack/Sam, K]
Title: Turkey Talk
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: K
Words: 590
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Summary: Separated by their posts, Jack on Earth and Sam on Hammond, they take a few minutes at the end of a data burst to talk about some very special turkeys.
AN: Written for GateWorld forum's Shipsgiving 2011.
“Glad to hear everything is going as planned.” Lt. General Jack O’Neill mentally reviewed the matters of official discussion that had just occurred with the BC-304 spacecraft Hammond commander. His eye on the clock for the timed communique he was satisfied that the remaining minutes of conversation could move into a lighter vein. “Looking forward to having your Thanksgiving meal off ship?”
“Yes, Sir. The crew is looking forward to having Thanksgiving tomorrow with the Alpha Site.” Colonel Samantha Carter answered on screen. “I have heard rumours that there might be some unexpected additions to the meal.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about Carter,” Jack answered blandly.
A blonde eyebrow cocked in a considering look on screen. Her reply was equally bland. “Yes, Sir. But tell me, I just learned that this year the National Thanksgiving Turkey is from Minnesota. You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that now would you?”
“Turkeys are totally outside my purview Carter,” Jack protested.
“I thought in our last discussion you said that you had to work with turkeys?” Sam looked way too innocent.
“Wrong kind unfortunately,” Jack grumbled as his mood dampened for a moment at the reminder of the politician in question that had earned the ‘honour’ of being called a turkey. Almost made him long for the good old days and Senator Kinsey who at least had a clear agenda. “The real turkeys have more brains then the ones I have to deal with.”
“So Sir, do you know any of this year’s suggested names for the turkeys?”
Jack shook his head. “You know I’m not on facebook. I have no clue what the suggestions were, let alone the top ten that were submitted to the president to chose from—he hasn’t announced them yet either. Hopefully thought some of the suggestions won’t be like some of last year’s names, like Doom and Gloom.”
“You’re making that up Sir.”
“I’m serious Carter, school kids come up with the darnedest names.”
“I bet you were disappointed when Apple and Cider was chosen instead.” Sam said with a twinkle in her eye.
He gave her a roguish grin. “Yeah, but the funny thing is Carter, no one ever asks what the names of the non-pardoned turkeys are.”
On screen Sam chuckled and shook her head. “And I’m not even going to ask.”
Jack’s roguish grin morphed into a playful pout. The chime from the clock warning one minute of connection left removed the playfulness from his face. “Goodbye Sam, I’ll talk with you again during next week’s data burst. Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Goodbye Jack, happy Thanksgiving.” Sam returned softly.
Their gazes held in a soft, lingering look that said more than they ever would in words over an official and recorded channel. The minute ticked away and the connection ended.
Jack stared at the blank screen for a few moments. She had one month left on this six month tour of duty. It was not the first Thanksgiving they had not been able to spend together and he knew duty dictated that it would not be the last, but still... Someday. Someday.
Rising from his chair he tugged on the snug fit of his jacket to straighten it and closed down the laptop. Picking up his cap he tucked it under his arm and departed his office whistling the tune of L. M. Child’s thanksgiving song under his breath. He had a presidential pardon ceremony to attend later today and at least at this ceremony, the right kind of turkey was being pardoned.
-FINISHED
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: K
Words: 590
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Summary: Separated by their posts, Jack on Earth and Sam on Hammond, they take a few minutes at the end of a data burst to talk about some very special turkeys.
AN: Written for GateWorld forum's Shipsgiving 2011.
“Glad to hear everything is going as planned.” Lt. General Jack O’Neill mentally reviewed the matters of official discussion that had just occurred with the BC-304 spacecraft Hammond commander. His eye on the clock for the timed communique he was satisfied that the remaining minutes of conversation could move into a lighter vein. “Looking forward to having your Thanksgiving meal off ship?”
“Yes, Sir. The crew is looking forward to having Thanksgiving tomorrow with the Alpha Site.” Colonel Samantha Carter answered on screen. “I have heard rumours that there might be some unexpected additions to the meal.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about Carter,” Jack answered blandly.
A blonde eyebrow cocked in a considering look on screen. Her reply was equally bland. “Yes, Sir. But tell me, I just learned that this year the National Thanksgiving Turkey is from Minnesota. You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that now would you?”
“Turkeys are totally outside my purview Carter,” Jack protested.
“I thought in our last discussion you said that you had to work with turkeys?” Sam looked way too innocent.
“Wrong kind unfortunately,” Jack grumbled as his mood dampened for a moment at the reminder of the politician in question that had earned the ‘honour’ of being called a turkey. Almost made him long for the good old days and Senator Kinsey who at least had a clear agenda. “The real turkeys have more brains then the ones I have to deal with.”
“So Sir, do you know any of this year’s suggested names for the turkeys?”
Jack shook his head. “You know I’m not on facebook. I have no clue what the suggestions were, let alone the top ten that were submitted to the president to chose from—he hasn’t announced them yet either. Hopefully thought some of the suggestions won’t be like some of last year’s names, like Doom and Gloom.”
“You’re making that up Sir.”
“I’m serious Carter, school kids come up with the darnedest names.”
“I bet you were disappointed when Apple and Cider was chosen instead.” Sam said with a twinkle in her eye.
He gave her a roguish grin. “Yeah, but the funny thing is Carter, no one ever asks what the names of the non-pardoned turkeys are.”
On screen Sam chuckled and shook her head. “And I’m not even going to ask.”
Jack’s roguish grin morphed into a playful pout. The chime from the clock warning one minute of connection left removed the playfulness from his face. “Goodbye Sam, I’ll talk with you again during next week’s data burst. Happy Thanksgiving.”
“Goodbye Jack, happy Thanksgiving.” Sam returned softly.
Their gazes held in a soft, lingering look that said more than they ever would in words over an official and recorded channel. The minute ticked away and the connection ended.
Jack stared at the blank screen for a few moments. She had one month left on this six month tour of duty. It was not the first Thanksgiving they had not been able to spend together and he knew duty dictated that it would not be the last, but still... Someday. Someday.
Rising from his chair he tugged on the snug fit of his jacket to straighten it and closed down the laptop. Picking up his cap he tucked it under his arm and departed his office whistling the tune of L. M. Child’s thanksgiving song under his breath. He had a presidential pardon ceremony to attend later today and at least at this ceremony, the right kind of turkey was being pardoned.
-FINISHED
"Smithsonian" [drabble, team, K]
Title: Smithsonian
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: K
Words: 200
Characters: classic team
Summary: “Daniel, please tell me that is not the Smithsonian.”
The four intergalactic explorers and eerily silent crowd below the elevated height of the stargate regarded each other. The ones regarding each other with particular intent were the four soldiers and individuals on a speaker’s podium with accompanying guard. Behind dark sunglasses, Jack lifted his eyes from warily studying the people to the buildings beyond.
“Daniel,” Jack said in a deceptively mild conversational voice that carried over the slowly stirring crowd. “Please tell me that is not the Smithsonian.”
“Ah…” Daniel reached up and adjusted the frame of his glasses as he looked with owlish astonishment at the inauguration crowd and familiar buildings. “It looks like the Smithsonian Institution to me.”
“Carter.” It was a wordless order to find more information.
“Yes Sir,” Sam replied as she edged towards the platform’s rim, careful to move slowly and deliberately to not alarm the guards and addressed the closest uniformed body in blue. “Excuse me officer, could you tell me the date, year, and the president?” After listening to the answers and saying “Thank you” she turned back to her commander and team to report, “Sorry Sir, alternate universe.”
“Crap,” Jack sighed gustily. “Today just isn’t a good day.”
“Indeed,” Teal’c intoned.
-FINISHED
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: K
Words: 200
Characters: classic team
Summary: “Daniel, please tell me that is not the Smithsonian.”
The four intergalactic explorers and eerily silent crowd below the elevated height of the stargate regarded each other. The ones regarding each other with particular intent were the four soldiers and individuals on a speaker’s podium with accompanying guard. Behind dark sunglasses, Jack lifted his eyes from warily studying the people to the buildings beyond.
“Daniel,” Jack said in a deceptively mild conversational voice that carried over the slowly stirring crowd. “Please tell me that is not the Smithsonian.”
“Ah…” Daniel reached up and adjusted the frame of his glasses as he looked with owlish astonishment at the inauguration crowd and familiar buildings. “It looks like the Smithsonian Institution to me.”
“Carter.” It was a wordless order to find more information.
“Yes Sir,” Sam replied as she edged towards the platform’s rim, careful to move slowly and deliberately to not alarm the guards and addressed the closest uniformed body in blue. “Excuse me officer, could you tell me the date, year, and the president?” After listening to the answers and saying “Thank you” she turned back to her commander and team to report, “Sorry Sir, alternate universe.”
“Crap,” Jack sighed gustily. “Today just isn’t a good day.”
“Indeed,” Teal’c intoned.
-FINISHED
"The Aschen Confederation" Now Online
I have started posting a new Stargate: SG-1 fanfiction story online.
The Aschen ConfederationIt can be read on FanFiction.Net, SamAndJack.Net, my new Google site Karswyll Central, and here. It currently has a word count of 59,250 for its 46 chapters and updates will occur twice weekly on Mondays and Thursdays.
The year is 2010 and Earth has joined the Aschen Confederation. But not all realities chose to change their past. Some realities chose to change their future.
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