The SGC Nativity III

(And then there were two)

 

CATEGORY: Series, Humour, Crossover: Atlantis

PAIRINGS: *sigh* Long list this year – I blame Atlantis: Sam/Daniel, Jonas/Teal’c, Sam/Pete, Jack/Janet, Teal’c/Ishta, John/Liz, Rodney/Carson, Teal’c/Teyla, Ford/John (mostly just implied)

SPOILERS: Seasons 1-8 of Stargate up to Sacrifices; Season 1 of Atlantis up to The Storm. Heavy reference to previous SGC Nativities.

NOTES: The third year of this madness, but now it’s traditional. I wrote my church nativity this year, which was extremely difficult, as I couldn’t stop thinking of Teal’c as Mary. Couldn’t leave my new Atlantis obsession out of this – hope you all enjoy!

WARNING: I really, *really* don’t like Pete. Nor Ford particularly, but Pete especially. This is rather noticeable in this fic, and I apologise to any Pete fans reading.

 

 

“No. Absolutely not.”

 

“But Sir…”

 

“No, Carter. I am in charge of the SGC this year and there is no way in Hell we are having another nativity. End of story.”

 

“I thought you wanted to be the angel, Jack.”

 

“…”

 

“Yes, Sir, I distinctly remember you saying angels got all the action.”

 

“Yeah…well, that was before…y’know…let’s just say there’s no one I’d be wanting to kiss.”

 

“You could talk about it, Jack.”

 

“O’Neill has never dealt with his emotions in a satisfactory manner – he should share and live free from grief and denial.”

 

“’Fess up, Teal’c – Jerry or Oprah?”

 

“The Wisdom of Samantha Carter.”

 

“Right, kids, moving on…”

 

“Hi – I don’t know if you know me but my name is Pete and I’m Sam’s fiancé.”

 

“Oh, hello, I’m Daniel. Yes, we’ve heard of you. Sam talks about you…well, not a lot actually.”

 

“Indeed she does not.”

 

“Guys!”

 

“Kids, be nice. I’m sure the cop who got Sam FBI checked has a real good reason and will make her very happy.”

 

“Thank you, Sir.”

 

“And in our nativity, he can be the sheep.”

 

“*snigger*”

 

“Daniel! That’s not nice! And I thought there wasn’t going to be a nativity, Sir.”

 

“Changed my mind. As long as he’s the sheep.”

 

“But I want to be Joseph!”

 

“In your dreams, Pete.”

 

“Want to hear about my dreams, Daniel?”

 

“Will you two stop sniping for just one minute? Anyone would think you were jealous.”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

“Ah, the sweet sound of silence. Wonder where Ms Narrator is?”

 

#Ms Narrator is unavailable right now due to commitments in the Pegasus Galaxy. Please try again later#

 

“Peachy. Real peachy.”

 

Elizabeth wouldn’t steal our narrator, would she?”

 

“McKay would.”

 

“Who’s McKay?”

 

“Yeah, Sam, why don’t you tell that story?”

 

“I am glad she is not present. This year a surprise visit from Jonas Quinn would be most unfortunate,”

 

“Cos you’d have to tell him you’ve been sniffing around a female Jaffa?”

 

“Daniel, what’s gotten into you?”

 

“He is right, Major Carter. Jonas would not be pleased.”

 

“Yeah, don’t blame him. You love someone for years and then they just up and leave with someone else…”

 

“Are we still talking about Jonas?”

 

*blinding flash of light*

 

#Hello all! Sorry I’m late. Look, I have a request from Atlantis – they’re running low on willing volunteers for their nativity play and as you’re a little low on numbers yourselves, we thought a merger might be a good idea. Sound alright?#

 

“Hey Jack, that’s not a bad idea.”

 

“I think you may be right, Daniel. Okay, Ms Narrator, take it away.”

 

*blinding flash of light*

 

“That is truly amazing!”

 

“Oh Carson, please – it’s just a variant of Asgard technology used by some…powerful woman. Nothing special.”

 

“I wouldn’t insult her if I were you, McKay. Or she might cast you as Mary.”

 

“I’m sure she’ll be fair, John. It’s nice to see you again, General O’Neill.”

 

“Likewise, Dr Weir. You’ve met my team?”

 

“Yes, we’ve all had gift baskets and flowers. When is this ridiculous play going to be over?”

 

“I believe, Dr McKay, it will conclude at its own pace. I am looking forward to experiencing this Earth custom.”

 

“I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Teal’c, warrior of Chu’lak.”

 

“Teal’c what were you saying earlier…?”

 

“I have not forgotten, Daniel. But one bow and a ripple of my pectorals will do no harm.”

 

“Hello Samantha – are you playing Mary?”

 

“Hi, I’m Pete, Sam’s fiancé, State Police Officer. Have we met?”

 

“Don’t panic, Cop Boy, I’m spoken for.”

 

“Aye, that he is.”

 

“Anyway, kids, shall we get on with casting?”

 

“I was kinda hoping to be Joseph, if that’s alright, General. Elizabeth and I had already discussed it.”

 

“So, you and Elizabeth…”

 

“Are very good friends, General. Aren’t we, John?”

 

“Uh…yes, of course, Elizabeth. Of course.”

 

“So…what about angels?”

 

“I believe I would like to be one of these angels, Dr Weir.”

 

“Hell yeah, Teyla, go for it!”

 

“Sir, aren’t you meant to be betrothed to Dr Weir?”

 

“Ford, stay out of this.”

 

“Is it usually like this here, Sam?”

 

“Pretty much. Five or take a couple of alien invasions. I’d also like to be an angel.”

 

“Oh, of course, just take another excuse to kiss as many…”

 

“Daniel Jackson, you are behaving most strangely.”

 

“Let them be, Teal’c. They’ll sort it out eventually.”

 

“Why, General, I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

 

“Well, you didn’t exactly bring out my fluffy side, McKay.”

 

“What about Wise Men?”

 

“Well, me, obviously. I have the highest IQ here.”

 

“Aside from Sam. And maybe me.”

 

“Hey, Rodney’s IQ is just fine. It’s his ego that could use some work.”

 

“I’m wounded, Carson, wounded.”

 

“Oh, shut up, you great bairn, for the love of Pete.”

 

“No, no way – I am not gay!”

 

“I’m not sure that’s what they meant, honey…”

 

“Did she just call him honey?”

 

“I’m going to be sick.”

 

“Sir, have we walked into some domestic arena?”

 

“I’m not sure, Ford, I’m really not sure. But you can hit me if you want.”

 

“Oh Sir, really?”

 

“No.”

 

“So, McKay’s claiming to be wise, I know Daniel’s wise and this doctor guy’s pretty smart when he’s not trying to shoot down my chopper…”

 

“I didn’t mean to.”

 

“More’s the pity.”

 

“Rodney! Have more respect for the General!”

 

“Does he have the title ‘Wise Man’, Elizabeth? I think not.”

 

“I wish to be a shepherd, O’Neill.”

 

“Hey – the Major’s not that way inclined! More’s the pity.

 

“What was that, Ford?”

 

“Nothing, Sir. I’ll also be a shepherd, Sir.”

 

“Wait…does that mean I’m a shepherd?”

 

“Nah, love, I think you’re an angel. I’m Carson, by the way.”

 

“Hi, I’m Pete, Sam’s fiancé, State Police.”

 

“Keep your knickers on, lad; I’m not after your pretty lass. Paranoia like that will only get you in trouble, with other men and your lady.”

 

“Is there something wrong with his voice?”

 

Carson, violence is not the answer…”

 

“Oh no, McKay, let him go.”

 

“Daniel! That’s my fiancé!”

 

“Who just insulted a Scot. I say he gets everything he deserves.”

 

“Oh yes, Sir, well said!”

 

“Shut up, Ford.”

 

#Ah-hmm. Are we ready to begin?#

 

“He insulted my heritage!”

 

#After a little recasting? I deem Pete to be the ass#

 

“Hah!”

 

“Sam, speak up for me!”

 

“Pete, I’m smart enough not to argue with an omnipotent woman. Or insult a Scot.”

 

#Right: so Mary and Joseph started the long journey from Nazareth to Bethlehem#

 

“Do I have to sit on this jackass?”

 

“HEY! She’s far too heavy!”

 

*thump*

 

“ARGH! She broke my back!”

 

“Oh, did I? Didn’t really notice.”

 

#They walked the rest of the way, as the ass was now incapacitated. Soon they arrived at Bethlehem and looked for a room#

 

“So, where are the innkeepers?”

 

“Just wait for it.”

 

*blinding flash of light*

 

“I am Oma. I offered a room to one of you, but he had to be chucked out. The Tau’ri are obviously unsuited to Ancient rooms.”

 

“The Hoffans will offer a room for the annihilation of a further half of our population.”

 

“The Wraith want your life! AHH!”

 

“RODNEY!”

 

*blinding flash of light*

 

“McKay!”

 

“Is he alright?”

 

“Rodney, speak to me!”

 

“Stop fussing, Carson, it didn’t touch me.”

 

“Oh thank God.”

 

*significant pause*

 

“Hmm…this is technically a military base…”

 

“That never stopped Jonas and I, O’Neill.”

 

“That is true, Jack.”

 

“Are you feeling better now, Daniel?”

 

“Now your boyfriend is groaning in agony, yes.”

 

“Mmph…sorry about that. Near death and all that.”

 

#Where were we? Ah yes, Bethlehem. Eventually, the lovely Chaya gave them a room and sent her regards to ‘Joseph’#

 

“I’ll bet she did.”

 

“That sounds positively bitter, Elizabeth. Congratulations.”

 

“Thank you, Rodney.”

 

#The time came for Mary to have her child in the peaceful sanctuary. The birth was long, and, unfortunately, Joseph fainted#

 

“ME?! Faint? Never!”

 

“Hah – you fainted!”

 

“Shut up, McKay!”

 

“You don’t look very unconscious for a man who’s…passed out.”

 

“I’ll take care of that, Carson.”

 

*thud*

 

“Your fighting technique is quite impressive, Dr Weir. Especially for a new mother.”

 

“Glad you never crossed her, Jack?”

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

“Eugh…what happened?”

 

“You fainted!”

 

“Shut up, McKay.”

 

“Dr Weir beat you up, Sir.”

 

“Okay, Ford, silence for you too. My head!”

 

#Some shepherds were watching their flocks nearby when a host of angels appeared#

 

“I thought the Major was playing the character of Joseph.”

 

“No, Teyla, the shepherds for the sheep. Of which there are none. Oh dear.”

 

“Hey, am I rising off the floor?”

 

“You wanted to be an angel, Samantha.”

 

“You’re always an angel to me, beautiful.”

 

“Damn, he’s alive. I don’t suppose, Elizabeth…”

 

“Maybe later, Doctor Jackson.”

 

“I am also rising. This is most peculiar.”

 

“Wait…hey, I’m an angel! Look, kids, I’m a Flying General!”

 

“He’s never gonna let us forget this, is he?”

 

“I doubt it, Daniel Jackson.”

 

#The angels sung an amazing song that was heaven to the shepherds’ ears#

 

“I only know Row, Row, Row your Boat.”

 

“Not particularly festive, Sir.”

 

“I know only Athosian Winter Festival songs, and they are long and only sung after the consumption of much Snow Wine.”

 

“Well, this is happening.”

 

#Perhaps a more experienced angel is required…#

 

*blinding flash of light*

 

“I bring glad tidings from Kelowna, and shower you with vials of Naquadriah!”

 

“Jonas! What are you doing here?”

 

“Ms Narrator summoned me to help with the Nativity. I didn’t want to come, because of, y’know, but if the Nativity needs me…”

 

“You’re always welcome here, Jonas. Especially if you bring the good stuff.”

 

“I didn’t know the Kelownans had a big drugs scene, Sir.”

 

“Very funny, Carter. My sides are splitting.”

 

“I shall sing ‘Hark the herald angels sing’, but not to *that* shepherd, because.”

 

“Why not me, Jonas Quinn? What have I done?”

 

“News travels fast…okay, well pretty slowly to Kelowna, but I know!”

 

“Oh.”

 

“More domestics, Sir?”

 

“We just can’t escape them, Ford.”

 

*Jonas sings anyway*

 

“He has a beautiful voice. I commented on it often in the shower.”

 

“Okay, T, way too much information!”

 

“How do we stop this strange floating?”

 

“I’m…not sure. It just usually…stops.”

 

“Well, as you’re all already defying the laws of physics, we’ll have Carson on standby.”

 

“Oh, good to know I’m useful for something.”

 

“Exactly. OW!”

 

“Rodney, my love, you deserved that.”

 

*blinding flash of light*

 

“Trust Teyla to land perfectly.”

 

“Why is Sam in Daniel’s arms? I’m her fiancé!”

 

*thud*

 

“Is Jack alright?”

 

“I can see an angel!”

 

“Sir, you are an angel…”

 

“She’s glowing white, and wearing a bikini…”

 

“Again, O’Neill?”

 

“Mmph – she kissed me!”

 

“Whatever they’re pushing on Kelowna, I want some.”

 

“Rodney! The man is obviously suffering hallucination. Have a heart.”

 

“It was surgically removed at birth.”

 

“That was almost witty, Major. I’m shocked.”

 

“Hilarious, McKay. Hilarious.”

 

“Why is Sam still in Daniel’s arms?!”

 

“Oh, am I?”

 

“I don’t mind. You can stay a little longer if you like.”

 

“No no no! It doesn’t go this way! She’s engaged to *me*!”

 

“Jonas Quinn, you did not stay so long in my arms.”

 

“A note would have been nice.”

 

“The General disapproves of mailings by Stargate.”

 

“Excuses – huh!”

 

#The Wise Men, following the glow of an Ancient in orbit, proceeded to the sanctuary, bearing great gifts worthy of the Son of God#

 

“Uh…one of our number is somewhat indisposed.”

 

“Aww, it’s rather sweet really.”

 

“She’s my fiancée!”

 

“She is only resting, Pete, Sam’s fiancé, State Police. She did fall from a great height. See, O’Neill is still reclining on the ramp.”

 

“Angel wings…”

 

“Yeah, I think it’s best to leave him there.”

 

“Sir, if the SGC have drugs, can we take some back…?”

 

“Be discreet, Ford, discreet.”

 

“I heard that, John.”

 

“Damn.”

 

“I think you should get up, Sam. We’re causing a bit of a scene.”

 

“*sigh* If you say so. But I don’t see why two friends can’t just lie in each others arms. I mean, only the other week, you slung your arm around my shoulder and I held your hand. Most natural thing in the world.”

 

“You fooled no one, Colonel Carter.”

 

“Damn.”

 

“What? What happened?”

 

“Just give it up, Pete. Really.”

 

“Good to see you’re back with us, Jack.”

 

#Are the Wise Men ready yet?#

 

“I have brought a gift of Ancient prophecies, translated into Goa’uld for all your encryption emergencies.”

 

“Very thoughtful, Daniel.”

 

“Thank you, Sam.”

 

“Well, I’ve brought a full-charged and functional ZPM!”

 

“Wow, McKay, really?”

 

“Looks like it. Maybe this nativity thing isn’t so bad…”

 

“That’s my man. I’ve brought Ancient gene therapy and desiccated Wraith. The best presents are educational.”

 

“Thank you, Carson. I’m sure they’ll be very useful.”

 

“As long as they don’t…bite.”

 

“Oh no, they’re quite safe. Mostly.”

 

#And so concludes The SGC Nativity for this year. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year#

 

“Well, I suppose we’d best be going.”

 

“It was my pleasure to meet you, Teyla. Perhaps we can correspond in future.”

 

“Teal’c…”

 

“Excuse me, who are you? Are you that female Jaffa?”

 

“I am Teyla Emmagan. I am an Athosian from the Pegasus Galaxy.”

 

“Oh. Sorry then.”

 

“It is no problem. I can see how this one would be difficult to control.”

 

“Daniel Jackson, I do not like this conversation.”

 

“I think, Teal’c, that you might just deserve this.”

 

“Can we not talk about this, Jonas?”

 

“What do you have to say?”

 

“Okay, take the domestics out of the Gate Room, kids.”

 

“Sir, you know how that will end…”

 

“Oh, I know, Carter. I just can’t stand Teal’c’s moping. Don’t ask, don’t tell, remember?”

 

“It’s time we were getting back to Atlantis, General. It’s been a pleasure acting with you.”

 

“Likewise, Dr Weir.”

 

“Take care of yourself, McKay.”

 

“You too, Samantha. Choose…wisely.”

 

“That was a terrible pun, Rodney.”

 

“But you still love me, right?”

 

“Aye, fool that I am.”

 

“Safe trip”

 

*blinding flash of light*

 

“Pete, I think we need to talk.”

 

“*sigh* You’re probably right.”

 

“Daniel, I’ll see you later for…coffee?”

 

“Always, Sam.”

 

“Alone again. Another nativity over.”

 

“…”

 

“Thank you, beautiful. That was the greatest Christmas present you could give.”

 

*The End*