blue flamingos

All I Want for Christmas

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG1

Category/Rated: Slash, G

Year/Length: 2009/ ~650 words

Pairing: Cam/John + Lorne

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Author's Notes: Christmas ficlet for rubygirl29

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.

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The run-up to Christmas on Atlantis is a triumph of hope over experience, from scheduling time-off and Earthside rotations to planning a community dinner and party. Everyone treats it like it's really going to happen, approaching it with Scrooge- or Santa-like response.

Of course, this is Pegasus, and so Christmas day itself is more like the triumph of reality over optimism.

Case in point: Evan's supposed to have the morning off and be spending it with Zelenka, Keller and Brown, frosting chocolate Yule logs and decorating Christmas puddings. Instead, he's crouching in an honest-to-God closet with Sheppard. Who, given the way he's babbling, probably did get hit with a dose of whatever the currently-unknown people trying to invade Atlantis sprayed the gate-room with in an attempt to, as far as anyone can tell, literally make them talk.

About the weather, in Sheppard's case.

"That's the nice thing about being on a new planet. Temperate weather, generally. No five years of sunshine then a killer storm. Of course, it's boring as hell."

"Yes, sir," Evan agrees. At least Sheppard seems able to control what he says, and to stop it if someone else starts, though once he gets going on a subject, it's more stream of consciousness rambling than a conversation. Evan tilts the life signs detector and watches the red dots of their invaders being herded towards the gate-room by Zelenka, McKay and a laptop hooked into Atlantis' door-control system. "I think it's working," he says, showing Sheppard.

"Good. Great." Sheppard looks darkly pleased, and Evan's pretty sure their invaders will regret sneaking in under cover as desperate refugees. Particularly since they knocked Ronon out. "Everyone's in place, right? Of course they are, this is a walk in the park. Not even a Wraith ship in sight. Home in time for tea. If we weren't home al- Christ, Lorne, give me something else to talk about, please."

"You have Christmas plans before this?" Lorne asks, first thing that comes into his head.

"These were my Christmas plans," Sheppard says, fingering his stunner. "When have you ever known Christmas to go smoothly here? You know the last time my Christmas went to plan? 2001. Cam and I got leave and spent it with my mom and her partner. Best Christmas I've ever had." He looks down and away, and his voice drops. "Next one sucked. We were both deployed, and Mom and Sarah'd only been gone a couple of months..."

"I'm sorry," Evan says, just to stop Sheppard for a second. It's not like he didn't know about Sheppard and Mitchell – he's been Sheppard's XO for five years now, including their first year together when they were the only two senior officers, and they're more like friends than C and subordinate – but not Sheppard's mom and her female partner. He knows Sheppard will regret telling him that much, wants to stop him before he says any more. "You wish you were on Earth for Christmas?"

"You saying you don't want to be stuck in a closet with me, Major?" Sheppard asks, grinning. "No. Cam's seeing his family. Too many kids, I can never get their names straight. And his mom keeps telling me I'm too skinny."

Evan smiles. He can't really imagine that side of Sheppard, with a partner and in-laws who fuss over him, but he likes that Sheppard seems to have it. Sheppard's seemed pretty damned lonely since the rest of his team started settling down. "Sounds stressful," he agrees.

"Much better to be here fighting alien invaders," Sheppard says, nodding.

Evan nods, just as serious. "At least those, you can shoot," he says, and that's when Teyla's voice comes over their radios, giving the go order.


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