"It's beautiful, Cam," Sam said, wiping the frost from the cabin window. It was. The light from the full moon glinted off two feet of freshly-fallen snow and the nearby mountains were deep blue silhouettes against the moonlit sky.

"Aren't you glad I talked you into taking this break?" Cameron asked.

"Well," Sam said, "there were a couple things I could've gotten done before I ship out to Atlantis next week."

"Work'll always be there. Christmas snow up here won't." He walked toward the coffee table. "And who better to get snowed in with than my old buddy, Sam?"

"You know they could beam us out whenever they wanted," she said, trailing behind him.

Cameron grunted. "Take the magic out of it, why don't you?"

She watched as he lit the large candles that Teal'c had gifted them both. She sniffed. Almond vanilla. Not bad mixed with the warm woody scent of the roaring fire Cameron had kept going in the cabin's fireplace during the blizzard, and a kettle hung above the crackling flames, warming water for hot chocolate.

"Electricity went out?" she asked.

"No. Just setting the mood," he said, pouring water into the cocoa mix in her mug.

Mood? she wondered, stirring the cocoa. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was trying to seduce her.



"Are you trying to seduce me?"


"You heard me."

"Now how long have we known each other?" Cameron asked, sitting down next to her.

"Oh, I don't know. Twenty years, maybe?"

"And have I ever tried to come on to you before?"

Sam set her mug on the pine coffee table and turned to him. "Well, there was that one time when you were drunk…"

"Forgetting that," he said.

"Not really."

"Well, there you go," Cameron said.

Sam was quiet a minute, and leaned back on the couch, pulling a thick blanket over her shoulders. "So what's all this for then?"

He didn't answer her for a moment and then shrugged. "You're going to be away for a long time, Sam. I just wanted you to…"


"To get away from it all. Relax."

"That's it?"

He shrugged again, staring at the fire's flickering flames. "Yeah."

She leaned forward and nudged him with her shoulder. "So you really don't want to seduce me tonight?"

His head snapped around, face expressionless, but his eyes wide. "Would you like to be seduced?" he asked slowly.

She was quiet as his eyes searched her face. The crease in his forehead deepened the longer she didn't answer. "Would you?" he whispered.

"Sure. Why not? We're not going anywhere for a few days."

He still looked worried. "But what if we're beamed out like you said?"

"It's a risk we'll have to take." She fingered the red velvet of the Mrs. Claus outfit that Vala had given her for Christmas. "Would Santa like Mrs. Claus to sit on his lap and tell him what she really wants for Christmas?" she asked mischievously.

Cameron blinked. "Would he ever." He looked at the outfit. "But only if Mrs. Claus is dressed appropriately."

"Will this do?"

He nodded.

"And will Mr. Claus be…appropriate?" Sam asked suggestively.

He nodded again, grabbing the thong and jacket Vala had gifted him. "Back in a sec," he said, disappearing. "Don't go anywhere."

"I won't," she promised, moving to change into her outfit.

And she wouldn't; she couldn't think of any other place that she'd rather be.