Another Hole Healed - Wishlist 2010
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polgara_5Title: Another Hole Healed
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Fandom: BtVS/SG-1
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coppersinger - BtVS/SG-1 - Buffy/SG-13 (her team) - Set in Undertow verse. She's not the only one who thinks the holidays should be done right.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: Buffy celebrates her first Christmas with SG-13.
A familiarity with the my story Undertow will be most helpful.
Another Hole Healed
Buffy settled back into the corner of the sofa and sipped her eggnog as she listened Jack and Dave argue over some play made during the football game as they headed to the kitchen. Even with all the time she had spent as a cheerleader, the complexities of the game escaped her. Really, what more could there be besides throwing, catching, kicking, and running the ball? Like she knew the difference between the shotgun formation and the I formation, but watching Jack and Dave debate the coach's decisions was highly entertaining.
Of course, the rum laced eggnog could have a large factor in it as well.
Jeff sat next to her and was silent for all of five seconds before asking, “Do you have any idea what they are talking about?”
She nodded. “Yup, football.”
He laughed. “Beyond that?”
“Not a clue,” she said with a shake of her head. “But how much you wanna bet they'll start comparing it with tactical decisions out in the field.”
“Oh no, I know better than to bet with you when it comes to those two,” Jeff said, holding up his hands defensively. “You are scary accurate when it comes to them.”
“It's a blessing... and a curse,” she said with a grin before taking another generous sip of her eggnog.
Simon plopped onto a nearby armchair. “Man, Sharon cooks a good spread,” he said, rubbing his stomach. “I think I may have eaten too much.”
“Is that even possible for you?” Buffy asked. “I thought you were a bottom-less pit.”
“Just with military rations, they just don't fill you up. Sharon, however, can cook,” he said with a low whistle.
“I think it's the southern thing,” Jeff said. “We probably don't want to know how much butter and bacon grease she used to fix the Christmas dinner with.”
Buffy laughed as Dave's youngest, Matthew came over to climb into her lap. “We probably don't.” She turned her attention to the five year old. “And were you a good boy this year? Are you going to get lots of presents.”
“I was the bestest,” he said excitedly. “Mommy said so.”
“Not quite,” Dave said coming over. “I believe your mother's words were 'you were the best five year old she knew'.”
“That's what I said!” Matthew exclaimed. “I'm the bestest.”
Jeff laughed. “I don't think you're going to break his child logic. It's infallible.”
Dave groaned as he set his beer on the coffee table. “That's what Sharon keeps telling me. I swear the other three were not like this.”
“Sure they were, you're just getting too old to remember,” Jack said, giving him a slap on the shoulder.
“Watch who you're calling old,” Dave rumbled.
“Game over?” Buffy asked as the two Colonels found their own seats in the large living room.
“Half time,” Dave supplied. “I hate listening to the commentators bullshit as they try to fill the time up.”
“He just doesn't want to hear them prove him wrong,” Jack countered, causing Buffy to giggle.
“Who's ready for dessert?” Sharon called from the dining room eliciting groans from everyone in the living room.
“I'm too full!” Simon called.
“You don't have room for Sharon's homemade apple pie?” His wife, Marci, asked in surprise. “I thought you said it was the highlight of her Christmas dinner.”
Simon looked sheepishly at his teammates. “She's right. I think I'll just go... right.” He stood up and headed off for dessert.
Buffy watched her team, no her family, head off for dessert. She couldn't remember the last time she had celebrated the Christmas season so thoroughly. Another little portion of the hole in her heart from Dawn's death healed over.
“Come on, Buffy!” Matthew cried, climbing off her lap. “Dessert! That means ice cream!”
She laughed at his enthusiasm and followed him out of the room.
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Fandom: BtVS/SG-1
Prompt:
coppersinger - BtVS/SG-1 - Buffy/SG-13 (her team) - Set in Undertow verse. She's not the only one who thinks the holidays should be done right.Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: Buffy celebrates her first Christmas with SG-13.
A familiarity with the my story Undertow will be most helpful.
Another Hole Healed
Buffy settled back into the corner of the sofa and sipped her eggnog as she listened Jack and Dave argue over some play made during the football game as they headed to the kitchen. Even with all the time she had spent as a cheerleader, the complexities of the game escaped her. Really, what more could there be besides throwing, catching, kicking, and running the ball? Like she knew the difference between the shotgun formation and the I formation, but watching Jack and Dave debate the coach's decisions was highly entertaining.
Of course, the rum laced eggnog could have a large factor in it as well.
Jeff sat next to her and was silent for all of five seconds before asking, “Do you have any idea what they are talking about?”
She nodded. “Yup, football.”
He laughed. “Beyond that?”
“Not a clue,” she said with a shake of her head. “But how much you wanna bet they'll start comparing it with tactical decisions out in the field.”
“Oh no, I know better than to bet with you when it comes to those two,” Jeff said, holding up his hands defensively. “You are scary accurate when it comes to them.”
“It's a blessing... and a curse,” she said with a grin before taking another generous sip of her eggnog.
Simon plopped onto a nearby armchair. “Man, Sharon cooks a good spread,” he said, rubbing his stomach. “I think I may have eaten too much.”
“Is that even possible for you?” Buffy asked. “I thought you were a bottom-less pit.”
“Just with military rations, they just don't fill you up. Sharon, however, can cook,” he said with a low whistle.
“I think it's the southern thing,” Jeff said. “We probably don't want to know how much butter and bacon grease she used to fix the Christmas dinner with.”
Buffy laughed as Dave's youngest, Matthew came over to climb into her lap. “We probably don't.” She turned her attention to the five year old. “And were you a good boy this year? Are you going to get lots of presents.”
“I was the bestest,” he said excitedly. “Mommy said so.”
“Not quite,” Dave said coming over. “I believe your mother's words were 'you were the best five year old she knew'.”
“That's what I said!” Matthew exclaimed. “I'm the bestest.”
Jeff laughed. “I don't think you're going to break his child logic. It's infallible.”
Dave groaned as he set his beer on the coffee table. “That's what Sharon keeps telling me. I swear the other three were not like this.”
“Sure they were, you're just getting too old to remember,” Jack said, giving him a slap on the shoulder.
“Watch who you're calling old,” Dave rumbled.
“Game over?” Buffy asked as the two Colonels found their own seats in the large living room.
“Half time,” Dave supplied. “I hate listening to the commentators bullshit as they try to fill the time up.”
“He just doesn't want to hear them prove him wrong,” Jack countered, causing Buffy to giggle.
“Who's ready for dessert?” Sharon called from the dining room eliciting groans from everyone in the living room.
“I'm too full!” Simon called.
“You don't have room for Sharon's homemade apple pie?” His wife, Marci, asked in surprise. “I thought you said it was the highlight of her Christmas dinner.”
Simon looked sheepishly at his teammates. “She's right. I think I'll just go... right.” He stood up and headed off for dessert.
Buffy watched her team, no her family, head off for dessert. She couldn't remember the last time she had celebrated the Christmas season so thoroughly. Another little portion of the hole in her heart from Dawn's death healed over.
“Come on, Buffy!” Matthew cried, climbing off her lap. “Dessert! That means ice cream!”
She laughed at his enthusiasm and followed him out of the room.
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on 2010-12-26 05:49 am (UTC)This is wonderful, Pol. The dialogue and interaction and 'the bestest five year old ever'. *hugs you tightly* (Apple pie, yum! Ice cream is even better. *G*)
Thank you so, so much, sweetie.
I hope you, hubby and Miss Thing had a wonderful Christmas.