These are
the little things
Author: wanderingsmith
Feb 2009
Summary: for anuna_81's Shep-a-thon,
Prompt: Show me you love me by the look in your eyes; These are the
little things I need the most in my life
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this. As it is thought, so let it be said; you make the toys, I
play with 'em.
AN: Kenny Rogers - Buy me a rose
Trudging up the stone steps to the stargate, John could feel every
scratch and bruise on his mud-covered, overheated body. A week of
stumbling and tumbling through the hottest, humidest, most
vine-invested jungle he never wanted to see again and his whole team
was a sullen, silent, exhausted mess.
The cave that was supposed to have been an Ancient outpost had turned
out to be nothing but a cave with shinny walls and a few weird
artifacts. They'd found all of two villages, both not only empty
but completely overgrown. Whether the Wraith had killed their
people or not was so irrelevant it wasn't even worth grumbling about.
A complete waste of time, without so much as a bad guy in sight to
distract from the miserable trek and bug-filled nights.
It was weeks like this that made John wish he'd stayed in his frozen
purgatory. Boring wasn't that bad when it included regular decent
food and a reasonably warm bed to sleep in.
Just as he was about to step into the horizon, the rain started up
again as though to say goodbye to them and he looked up with a
discouraged glare. Yeah, that sealed it. His life was
crap. It was no surprise at all that he stumbled over nothing on
the other side of the wormhole.
He caught himself before he fell and looked up miserably.
And met green eyes staring at him with mingled worry and affection from
the bottom of the ramp. The world shrank until they were all he
could see and he stepped forward to meet her, suddenly remembering how
to pick up his feet and straighten his shoulders. He watched the
worry in them fade and felt elegant hands pick off caked mud from his
brow. He knew she was speaking, could just see her lips move at
the edge of his focused vision, but he couldn't look away from the
sparkle in her eyes. Never wanted to give up the acknowledgement
of *exactly* why he was here.
Because she wanted him here. Because those eyes told him he was
loved, however unspoken the feeling had to remain. Told him this
was where he belonged.
Not in this godforsaken galaxy, not in this strange city.
Right here. Watching, listening, touching this woman who saw
something worthy; through all the mud that covered him.
These were the little things that meant everything to him.
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