She'd been off-world with SG-1 for more than half the Christmas' of the last 10 years. What was so different now? Sam shook her head to clear her mind and her lips tightened in a firm line that Daniel would have recognized. And teased her about. "Don't be so hard on yourself. You don't need to be perfect. Just be yourself." And suddenly, it all became crystal clear. The problem. She looked down at the photographs on her desk and saw her "family." Here, where they weren't, she was the outsider. "Weir would have never doubted me," Ronan had said, coldly. "You're no Elizabeth Weir," being the obvious subtext.
"Colonel Carter, I think you should see this." Ronan stood in her office doorway, as though summoned by her thoughts. She blinked her beginning-to-tear eyes rapidly. No weakness here. Move along. "What have we got?" she asked, following him down the hall and out onto the Atlantean balcony overlooking the city. She looked in wonder at the light coating of snow on the railings. Snow. Coming from the sky in enormous, soft, white flakes. She held her hands out to catch them as they drifted down, a smile spreading slowly over her face. In the perfect muffled silence of snowfall, Ronan's answering smile spoke volumes.
Doors opened and suddenly, there were Terran expats flocking out onto the overlook. "Bring the tree out here!" "Do we have an extension so we can light it?" "Oh, that will be sooo pretty!" "It's snowing!" "No kidding, Rodney. Thought of taking up meteorology?" A cup of hot cocoa was pressed into her outstretched hand as Jennifer Keller fluttered past her and twirled in the snow, head back, face to the sky. Sam looked around slowly and then back to Ronan, who was still watching her with a quiet intensity that was somehow familiar to her. Flashing him a grin, she realized she was now in the midst of the noisy crowd. Perhaps she was home for the holidays after all.
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Part 2 Sam's First Christmas in Atlantis, G
Date: 2007-12-21 06:19 pm (UTC)From:She'd been off-world with SG-1 for more than half the Christmas' of the last 10 years. What was so different now? Sam shook her head to clear her mind and her lips tightened in a firm line that Daniel would have recognized. And teased her about. "Don't be so hard on yourself. You don't need to be perfect. Just be yourself." And suddenly, it all became crystal clear. The problem. She looked down at the photographs on her desk and saw her "family." Here, where they weren't, she was the outsider. "Weir would have never doubted me," Ronan had said, coldly. "You're no Elizabeth Weir," being the obvious subtext.
"Colonel Carter, I think you should see this." Ronan stood in her office doorway, as though summoned by her thoughts. She blinked her beginning-to-tear eyes rapidly. No weakness here. Move along. "What have we got?" she asked, following him down the hall and out onto the Atlantean balcony overlooking the city. She looked in wonder at the light coating of snow on the railings. Snow. Coming from the sky in enormous, soft, white flakes. She held her hands out to catch them as they drifted down, a smile spreading slowly over her face. In the perfect muffled silence of snowfall, Ronan's answering smile spoke volumes.
Doors opened and suddenly, there were Terran expats flocking out onto the overlook. "Bring the tree out here!" "Do we have an extension so we can light it?" "Oh, that will be sooo pretty!" "It's snowing!" "No kidding, Rodney. Thought of taking up meteorology?" A cup of hot cocoa was pressed into her outstretched hand as Jennifer Keller fluttered past her and twirled in the snow, head back, face to the sky. Sam looked around slowly and then back to Ronan, who was still watching her with a quiet intensity that was somehow familiar to her. Flashing him a grin, she realized she was now in the midst of the noisy crowd. Perhaps she was home for the holidays after all.