The
present
Author: wanderingsmith
Apr 2008
Summary: Or are you just happy to see me?
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this.
AN: This was a slip of the mind that became a prompt from
leave_me_light - and then suffered at my hands ;)
John walked into the front compartment of the jumper, shrugging his
shoulders to shake out the stiffness from carrying the large boxes of
supplies from their new allies. Lifting his head as he started to
undo his vest, he caught Elizabeth, already seated in the copilot's
seat, staring at him, or more to the point... at his zipper(!?) in
confused fascination. Surprised, he automatically looked down.
His eyes widened in embarrassed understanding, "It's just my
gun!" He looked back up in time to see her eyes start to shine in
earnest as
her lips curled with a wicked smirk, making him groan as he heard his
own wording. He pulled the birthday present from Ronon out of his
waistband where he'd shoved it out of the way to do the carrying.
He put it back in its homemade holster in his vest and threw the whole
mess into a compartment, giving his teasing boss an exasperated look,
even as a blush continued to heat his face.
Her voice shook with contained laughter, "Stunning, colonel."
Then she bit her lip to keep from giving way to the giggle fit, still
staring at him with a litany of barely held-in one-liners obvious in
her
gaze.
Dropping into the pilot's seat, John covered his face with a hand as
his shoulders shook with laughter of his own, "Oh God, you're never
going to let me live this down, are you?"
"No." she grinned, "I've heard pilots claim everything is bigger in
space
before, but..."
Elizabeth choked, unable to say another word, turning away from him to
try to get control of herself as tears trickled down her cheeks.
"'Lizabeth..." He glared at her over his fingers in pitiful
warning. But then as he made himself straightened and start up the
jumper, his eyes widened and his head whipped back to her, "Hey! Wait a
minute... Elizabeth Weir, what were you doing looking"
"Cargo's secure Sheppard. We planning to get out of here this
week?"
Walking into the compartment, Ronon's brows rose at the sudden silence
that greeted him and strange expressions on his friends' faces.
Even more surprised when
an actually blushing Doctor Weir hurriedly got up and waved him to the
copilot's
seat as she came to the rear and sat down, not quite looking at
him. He looked at Sheppard for an explanation and caught him
still staring at the doctor in shocked realization. What the hell
did these two manage to get up to in here.
AN2: The prompt: "everything is bigger in space" from this
thread and this
one and the present I had in my mind was an energy pistol like
Ronon's own
From my caps
From stargatecaps.com
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