Callen, G. (g_callen) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2010-12-15 09:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2010 12, character: g callen, character: sam hanna |
RP: Sam and G
Who: Sam Hanna, G Callen
Where: Their house
When: Wednesday, December 15, 2010 - morning
Summary: G still doesn't get why Christmas, but they're decorating anyway.
The last time G had lived in a house that had a Christmas tree up, he'd been seventeen and he was sharing a room with six other boys ranging in age from ten to seventeen. He'd been bounced from group home to group home, with spurts of crashing at 'friends' houses or random shelters for a night, for the last year. By sixteen, he was getting too old to be desirable for most foster families. They wanted younger children who they might possibly adopt or, who at least didn't have their own ideas about life and how things worked. Junior ROTC had been the only keeping him stable at the time, giving him something to work towards beyond simple survival, something that might get him somewhere that was out and away from there.
But, that year, there'd been a small, sickly Christmas tree the kids had all been taken to the lot to help pick out. And there were make-shift garlands made from loops of red and green construction paper. One of the girls had found several dropped pine cones in the park and those surrounded a vanilla candle as the holiday centerpiece for the table at meals. It had been one of the better places he stayed, although he was only there a month before it had to close due to lack of funding -- a constant problem in Los Angeles during the last three decades.
Still, that had been the last time G celebrated Christmas. He'd been known to purchase gifts for the rare few he let into his life -- Hetty, Sam, the team. There might have been something sent to Jethro, Macy before she was killed. But, in general, G didn't celebrate the holiday. "Peace on Earth and Goodwill to All Men" wasn't a concept that played a huge role in his life. It was what he worked to give others, not something he shared in himself.
It made the idea of having a tree and decorating a house all the more surreal. But, for whatever reason, Sam wanted Christmas. G thought his partner was almost obsessed with it at times. Christmas and decorating the house. Sam was turning domestic on him during this enforced downtime. G supposed it had something to do with the family his Omega-self had here, the thoughts of those in their reality it had to be stirring up. Sam was the family man of the two of them. That was certain. Family, like Christmas, was something G just didn't do.
Except when it came to his team. Some people may not understand or appreciate it, but the team was his family. The NCIS team, not just any team he'd worked with. Sam, Hetty, Kensi, Eric, Nate, even Deeks and Nell. Jethro and Macy, Abby. Hell, when he listed it in his head, it was more people than most families he knew.
And it was why he was letting Sam have his strange Christmas, why he was currently standing in the middle of a room surrounded by decorations needing to be put on the tree now by the window. "I don't think we need to go out to Rockefeller tonight. You've stolen all their ornaments," he teased. "All right, Mr. Claus, you're lead on this one. What are we doing with all this?"