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End Of December: What Happens Next

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG1

Category/Rated: Slash/PG

Year/Length: 2011/766 words

Pairing: John/Cam

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

Series: What Happens Next 'verse.

Author's Notes: For daizy2k2, who wanted John/Cam , family, no angst (and of course, because John/Cam family means only one thing to me, this is What Happens Next verse

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

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"This is a bad idea," John says, not at all sure whether he's kidding or not.

Cam kisses him in passing. "It's a good idea," he corrects. "It was your idea."

"I'm known for my bad ideas."

"Exception that proves the rule. Alex, come downstairs please!"

"You know that's not what that saying actually means." John tugs at the front of his shirt. Maybe he should have dressed up more? Except this is his house, he can dress how he likes.

Further contemplation is cut off by small feet thundering down the stairs, and Alex crashing into Cam's knees. Cam scoops him up, holding tight when Alex tries to wriggle down again.

"Down, Dad! Wanna go play."

"I know, but Uncle Dave is nearly here. You can play with Angela and Denise when they get here."

Alex looks a little uncertain – this is the first time he'll have met any of John's family except for Dave – but he settles happily enough in Cam's arms, murmuring to himself, and the whale soft toy in his hand.

"This is a good idea," Cam says over his head.

"I know," John says, and this time, he knows he means it.

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"Now?" Dave asks, draining the last of his coffee.

John checks on the kids – playing some version of tag at the bottom of the garden, like they've known each other their entire lives, not twenty minutes – and nods. "Good a time as any."

"I'll go." Andrea, Dave's wife takes the car keys from him and ducks back through the house.

"He's really going to be surprised?" Dave asks. "I couldn't even sneak a food bowl into the house without the girls spotting me, never mind a hutch and everything else."

John looks at Cam, who's looking back at him and obviously trying not to laugh. "We've had some practice at keeping secrets," John says mildly.

For the first time in a long time, Dave just shakes his head, looking wryly amused. "I'll get you to teach me, closer to Christmas."

Andrea steps back into the yard before John can point out that most of the tricks they know are classified, a medium sized box in her hands. "Girls? Can I borrow your cousin for a minute?"

All three of them look over, Denise's eyes brightening. "Is that the –" she gets out before Angela slaps a hand over her mouth.

"It's a secret, don't tell!"

Alex blinks between the two of them, then looks uncertainly to John and Cam. John holds out a hand. "Come here a second. You can go back to your game in a minute."

Alex takes John's hand, watching the box as Andrea kneels to put it on the floor. "What's in there?"

"It's for you," Andrea says. "We missed your last birthday, so we wanted to give you a present now, from all of us."

Alex looks up at John, who nods. "You can open it. Be careful though."

Alex crouches down, feeling over the lid of the box and down the sides before he figures out the top lifts straight off.

"Do you need some help?" Angela asks politely.

Alex shakes his head, grips the edges of the lid firmly and pulls it off carefully. John takes it as soon as it's loose, so Alex can look into the box. Where, nestled on a bed of straw, twitching nose turned to the sudden light, is a small brown rabbit.

For a moment, Alex just looks at it, and John's half-expecting one of his infrequent freak-outs. Instead, Alex stretches a careful hand down into the box, offering it to the rabbit to sniff. "Tickles," Alex says. "Daddy, he has whiskers, like Mrs White's cat."

"Denise and I picked him," Angela says. "From the pet shop in town. They had lots, but we picked this one because he's cutest, and he's really friendly. He let Denise hold him and didn't wriggle or anything."

"And he's really soft," Denise adds, leaning over the box to look at the rabbit.

"Really for me?" Alex asks. John nods. He expects Alex to say thank you, polite and a little shy like he sometimes is. Instead, Alex throws his arms around Andrea's knees. "Thank you, Aunty Andrea." He transfers the hug to Dave, who bends down to return it. "Thank you, Uncle Dave."

And yeah, okay, Cam's right. This was a good idea. A great idea, even.


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