title: Let It Snow

author: lisa roquin

rating: 15

fandom: BtVS/SG1

characters/pairing: Xander/Daniel Jackson

disclaimer: all copyrighted characters and their "universes" belong to their respective authors, writers, creators, production companies, producers and long lists of people that are so very much not me. Quite simply, if you recognize it, it isn't mine. No profit made, no harm intended, just having fun.

author's note: passing mention of Season 7 & 8 SG1 spoilers

"You made it," Daniel smiled as he opened the door. "How though? The airports are closed..."

"I've got my ways," Xander smirked. He felt the air shift slightly. Willow had gone. There were some perks to having the most powerful witch alive for a best friend. Even if one needed to blackmail said witchy best friend into not delivaring the shovel speech today.

"It's a blizzard out and you're dry and..."

"Just don't ask, not...not yet," Xander said softly. "I want one holiday without wierd or major blow ups okay?"

Daniel blinked. "Is it bad?"

"Weird. Very weird but we're of the good."

"Human?"

"Mostly and it's disturbing you ask that..."

"Uh never mind." Daniel swallowed not sure he wanted to know. He'd met Xander almost two years before when the younger man had arrived in Colorado with some scrolls filled with legends of demon snakes involved with the construction of the Egyptian pyramids. Daniel's friend from Oxford had been killed. Wesley had wanted him to have the scrolls.

It had been just after the Atlantis team left. Janet's death, nearly losing Jack again. All of it hitting him then a friend he hadn't heard from in years reached out from the grave so to speak by way of the haggard young man roped into being courier.

Xander had the look of a war zone survivor back then. Daniel had gotten it out of the younger man that he'd lost someone he'd loved very much in the freak earth quake that levelled Sunnydale California. And that the young man had been traveling the wilds of Africa for a year at that point.

They'd gotten drunk. Very very drunk. Daniel really had no recollection of what had transpired over about forty-eight hours during Xander's first visit. Hazy not quite able to grasp impressions but nothing solid. That they'd woken up hungover and naked and unable to deny what had transpired was the first clear thing Daniel remembered after about the fourth glass of bourbon.

Daniel had stubbed his toe on the way to make coffee, which had been more an excuse to flee the room than an admittedly desperate need for caffiene. He'd cursed in Abydonian.

Xander had responded with something about it being to early to deal with furniture and camels involved in sex acts. Xander's assumption of what Daniel had said hadn't been exactly correct but close enough considering the differences between Ancient Egyptian and Abydonian. Daniel had been stunned.

"So uh, can I come in?"

"Yeah, yes, of course, sorry...just...stunned you're actually here."

"We've got time off at the same time and no world ending crisis to change our plans at the last minute" Xander grinned.

"You've got a suitcase. You can actually stay a few days?"

"Yeah," Xander nodded.

Daniel stood there awkwardly. Despite the fact they'd started their friendship in a round of drunken sex neither quite remembered this was only the fourth time they'd actually gotten together. "And neither of us are in casts or sporting stitches...at least not visible."

"Nope stitches free." Xander grinned.

"Jack's having a get together on Christmas Eve. We're supposed to be there."

"We?"

"I said I had a friend coming and likely wasn't going to make it. He ordered me to bring you as well."

"Uh huh, and..."

"He uhm well..."

"Thinks I'm a she?"

"No," Daniel said slowly. "Is desperately trying to be cool while having a heart attack you're a he."

Xander chuckled. "We're even. Willow wants to meet you and give you the shovel talk."

"SHovel talk?"

"It involves the hunting down and bludgeoning of unworthy signifigant others."

"We're even." Daniel nodded. "Jack...is Jack."

"He's got a shovel speech too?"

"No...he's former black ops brigadier general in the Air Force."

"Ah, doesn't need a shovel."

"Blizzard isn't supposed to stop until tomorrow."

"So we might get out of a Christmas Eve Inquisition?"

"No, but we might get it postponed."

Xander gave him a crooked grin. "You sure that's going to be a good thing?"

"Maybe not." Daniel smiled back. "Hungry?"

"Always."

"I have food."

"That's...good."

Daniel felt like an idiot. "No, I'm just gone so much, usually eat on the base when I am home or take out just isn't worth the effort to cook. Edible food in my fridge is actually something of an event."

Xander nodded. "I know how that goes."

By the time their meal was finished the awkwardness was gone. Xander's joke of maybe they should go to seperate rooms with their cellphones so they might manage an actual conversation had been the real ice breaker.

~*~*~

Xander awoke disoriented for a second, then smiled. The heat-generating octopus in the bed was Daniel. They'd danced around the wierd in each other's lives with careful avoidance. He'd managed to find out enough to know that whatever the SGC was, it had nothing to do with demons or anything like the Initiative. It didn't matter. They'd deal with the weird in a couple days. Xander had decided to tell Daniel all about the things that go bump in the night. He was selfish enough to want a couple days without the chaos of life altering revelations though.

"Mmmm morning." Daniel rasped out groggily.

"Morning." Xander smiled. "Think it's still snowing."

"Good. Let it snow. Then we might get to stay home tonight."