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Today's birthday fic is for julimond1402, and as in probably most celebrations of the day that she has experienced in her lifetime, it has been overrun by Valentine's Day. Hope you aren't allergic to the concept by now!

Title: SG-1's First Valentine's Day
Season: 1st
Warnings: Fluff
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: Teal'c needs to be educated. O'Neill has a plan.

The Colonel was leaning up against the work bench in her lab, resting his elbows on the surface, and playing with a pen. The left hand simply held it, while the right was investigating the possibilities. Clicking it. Twisting it. Unscrewing it. He was giving the common, ordinary, everyday object the kind of intense and focused scrutiny that she herself usually reserved for newly-discovered power sources and new additions to the Periodic Table. Now she hadn't worked with the man for all that long, but she was morally certain that this was not the first time he'd ever encountered a pen before. Clearly, the man was avoiding something, most likely, by all indicators, coming to the point of his visit.

"Was there something you wanted, Sir?"

That cute little "I just ate a lemon!" grimace washed over his face, and the pen became, if anything, more fascinating.

"I was talking to Teal'c the other day, Carter..."

A pause. A looong pause.

"You see, the thing is this..."

Clicking up a storm with the pen. Placing the pen gently on the table to spin it.

"He's just learning about our customs around here."

Total pen disassembly was now underway, practiced and efficient as the stripping of his service revolver.

"And the thing was... He was asking about Valentine's Day... And I was having trouble explaining the whole deal. I mean the man's never attended grade school like the rest of us have, and so I thought..."

The pen had been expertly reassembled and was now being expertly flipped, five flips with the right hand, five flips with the left.

"You can totally veto, if it makes you uncomfortable, but it would really help if..."

A pause while he threw the pen casually over his shoulder and caught it expertly behind his back.

"If what makes me uncomfortable, sir?"

Another toss, across the other shoulder to the other hand.

"I thought it would help Teal'c understand how it works if we took him out to the mall and let him pick out a Valentine to give. I was thinking we all would. Pick one out, that is. Us guys. And then we could bring them to you, and you could chose."

Now he was looking her in the eyes, gripping the pen tightly in one hand.

"Choose one of you?!!!"

"Ohh, no, no, no, no! That would be... uncomfortable. One of the Valentines. That way he could see the point of picking one out."


She found herself putting the pencil down eraser-first on the workbench, and running her grip down it, repeating the action, putting the lead first, running those fingers down it. Eraser first, lead first.

"I don't see why not, sir. Should I pick ones out for the three of you?"

"Ahhh. No. Not necessary. We just want to introduce, Teal'c, ya' know?"

"Sure sir."

The pen was abandoned, and he grinned almost shyly in relief, or what would have been shy if take-charge Colonels ever did shy. She suspected that shy was not Air Force policy above the rank of Major. Then he clapped his hands together in slightly overdone bonhomie, and moved off.

"Later, Carter."

She stared for a moment at the empty door way, and then, shaking it off, picked up the pencil again. When had the lead broken off?

Since she had ended her engagement, almost two years ago now, romance had not been a regular feature of Sam Carter's life. And because of that, Valentine's Day was, to her, a day like any other, as it had been most years beyond the sixth grade. She had not been without boyfriends in the intervening years, including the aforementioned Jonas Hanson, but a lot of men found her intelligence intimidating, and then there were all the moves they'd made as her dad's duty station had changed. What ever the causes, she really hadn't noticed that this day was any different from all the others, until her teammates filed into her lab, looking as usual, or perhaps slightly more carefully groomed, and arrayed themselves across the lab bench from where she was sitting. The Colonel nodded at Teal'c, and he produced a plain brown bag from behind his back, and pushed it across the bench.

"These are for you," he said simply.

Sam opened the bag, and peered gingerly inside. Within were three cards. One was outsized, and the envelope was colored shiny gold, with still shinier red foil hearts stamped on it. There was an ordinary Hallmark-card sized envelope, in red, and one of those tiny white envelopes that kid's school valentine's came in, with "To: ________" printed on the front side, in red ink.

The guys regarded her solemnly. She pulled them out, one by one, and proceeded to open them, in order of decreasing size. None of them were marked or signed.

The largest card, once the shiny envelope was pulled off, proved to have a reproduction of Botticelli's Venus on the cover, with added embossed gilded cupids, bows drawn, and a flurry of flocked velvet hearts. Inside was the simple legend "My Eternal Devotion" in gold foil letters, on a deep red background. Clearly the card to appeal to someone whose formative years were spent in the presence of the Goa'uld fondness for gilding every last lily.

The average sized card proved to have a picture of an open heart-shaped box of chocolates on the cover, and inside it said simply "Wishing you love, and some chocolate". Daniel was almost as fond of chocolate as she was, and it was his second most favored food group after coffee.

Which meant the kiddie valentine must be from the Colonel. Not sure what to expect, except a bad joke, she pulled it open. Inside was a piece of card stock die-cut and colored in the shape of a fetching blue Smurfette sprinkled about with red hearts, with the legend "I Smurf you! Be my Smurfentine?"

Sam glanced up. Teal'c was regarding her impassively, at parade rest, one eyebrow raised interrogatively. Daniel's smile was warm and sweet, and behind his glasses, his blue eyes were dancing. The Colonel was rocking on his heels, hands thrust into the hip pockets of his BDU pants, his expression hinting at both hope and apprehension for a second before achieving a remarkable degree of bland.

"Well?" asked Daniel, waving one slender-fingered hand towards the cards Sam had placed before her, each resting on its respective envelope. "Who wins? Which one do you like best?"

Sam glanced at them again. Impassive. Friendly. Puppy eyes, quickly refocused to a point behind her left shoulder.

"This one," she said, picking up the Smurfette. "It's... Well, it just makes me smile."

Daniel was completely non-plussed, and (for the moment) speechless. Teal'c's face hinted at amusement, and the Colonel continued to rock on his heels, hands in his pockets, and a small smirk of a smile on his face.

"So, T. That's a sample of Valentine's Day. Anyone for lunch? I hear that the the cake has little heart-shaped red hots sprinkled across the top today!"

He moved off through the door, trusting that the others would follow, and as they fell in behind him, Daniel could be heard saying "You picked the Smurf?!!!"

Edited because there were some spacing issues I missed. *sigh* Why would I want to pass for perfect anyway!


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 14th, 2010 03:43 pm (UTC)
Wow! Thank you! Thank you!! My first-ever birthday fic!! Yay! And I really don't care that it's Valentine's Day-related. I humbly accept whatever is sent my way!

Loved it. Especially the whole assembling/reassembling pen routine by Jack and Sam's matching pencil choreography ;)

"When had the lead broken off?"
Heh. Probably when he threw that freakin' gorgeous O'Neill smile at ya!

Also, there's no way you can know this, but I lurrrve the Smurfs. Was addicted to them as a kid!! So this is just perfect. Thanks so much!
And Happy V-Day!!

Feb. 14th, 2010 06:15 pm (UTC)
I lurrrve the Smurfs.

Yesssss! Bonus!

No you're right, I had no idea. I just needed something that was silly and cute, but not so cutesy that Jack O'Neill wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole under any circumstances, and Smurfs seemed to fit the bill.
Feb. 14th, 2010 04:15 pm (UTC)
LOL. Very cute. XD And I loved this detail:
That cute little "I just ate a lemon!" grimace...
Feb. 14th, 2010 06:29 pm (UTC)
Heh! That expression is cute. It's one of my favorites in his repertoire. I'm a sucker for it.
Feb. 15th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
Was that an intended pun? XD
Feb. 15th, 2010 04:28 am (UTC)
Ooops! I guess since you had to point it out to me, it's not intentional.

Darn. Usually I'm the Queen of Seeing Puns from a Mile Off, since my husband is the King of Seeing Punny Opportunities.
Feb. 15th, 2010 12:55 pm (UTC)
Feb. 15th, 2010 02:32 am (UTC)
Oh, this is adorable and made me smile the whole way through!

The Colonel was rocking on his heels, hands thrust into the hip pockets of his BDU pants, his expression hinting at both hope and apprehension for a second before achieving a remarkable degree of bland.

Especially this! And the part where Sam also started messing with a writing implement.

Also, I totally love the Smurfs, so that made a great fic even more awesome!
Feb. 15th, 2010 04:38 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed.

It was kind of fun to do this one, because it fell very early in canon (I'm taking start of shooting in January 1997 as the start if the show, so this would be very early Season 1), so there is no great build-up of angst yet, just two people who can't help but notice that the other is quite attractive. The relationship is not layered and nuanced yet, and therefore they can indulge in some gestures (like the exchange of Valentines) that would be a definite No Fly Zone later.
Jan. 16th, 2011 11:15 pm (UTC)
Cute--thanks for sharing this!

Melissa M.
Feb. 16th, 2010 11:18 pm (UTC)
LMAO!! awww, poor daniel (eg)
and Sam picking up twitches, snicker
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Nov. 6th, 2012 08:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm very flattered, but I'm afraid I'm very, very taken, and have been since I was 20.
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