A House With Snow
I don’t own Stargate or Supernatural. Woe. Woooooe is meeeee!AN:
hokay! Well, I got my calculator out, and guess what? Cassie and Charlie, those lovely rambunctious kids, are about two to three years younger than Sam Winchester (and I’m guessing Jo Harvelle). Then I thought, so what if they are? Let’s find a creative way to make it work…Sidebar:
These are going to be little set of historical drabbles on how the traveling O’Neills came to be travelers.
~~~Here is a picture of a house with snow covering the front yard and family sitting on its steps.
Jack and Sara had bought the place not long after Charlie was born. The front veranda was sagging, the attic windows needed replacing, the downstairs toilet whistled when it flushed and there was one spot in the living room that squeaked whenever someone walked over it, but on the whole it was a bargain.
They moved in that winter, two weeks before Christmas. They unpacked the last box on Christmas Eve after Charlie went down for the night and collapsed exhausted on the couch together, entwined like cats until one in the morning when Jack fell off and woke them both.
The next morning, Janet arrived with a plastic washing basket full of expertly wrapped gifts, a smile on her tired face and a bruise the size of Bill Fraiser’s hand under her turtleneck. Jack busied himself with Charlie and pretended not to notice Sara putting her arms around the smaller woman in the doorway to their new kitchen.
It was while they were opening presents in the afternoon that Janet dropped her bombshell.
“I’m pregnant. This is my third month…”
Amid the laughter and hugs and surprised congratulations, Jack exchanged a silent, near horrified look with Sara. Janet would never leave Bill now; her conscience – the shadows of her catholic parents – wouldn’t let her.
She was trapped.
Don't worry, it gets supernaturally later on. You gotta be patient with history...