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This is my "Say You, Say Me" challenge!
Write an Atlantis ficlet: 100-500 words - any character, any story idea - and I will write you one back, 'remixing' it in the process.
Only one ficlet per person.
Write an Atlantis ficlet: 100-500 words - any character, any story idea - and I will write you one back, 'remixing' it in the process.
Only one ficlet per person.
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Watching John was one of her most favourite secret things to do.
Teyla smiled as she watched the diverse emotions play across John’s face. So many different combinations. Hopeful followed but sadness quickly changed to pain then unbridled joy. Anger that lead to rage only to be replaced by utter disbelief. Depths of depression turning to moments of ecstasy in the blink of an eye.
Watching John watch football was one of most favourite secret things to do.
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It's not obsessive or anything, but if he's passing along that way - say on his way to look over the latest set of personnel assigned to the city, or on his way to the armoury - he'll pass by the room she uses for meditation and peek in.
She's usually sitting there, just breathing. Teyla does just breathing really well in John's opinion, although he knows better than to say that out loud. He also knows better than to interrupt her while she's meditating, unless there's an emergency.
But he's never she knows he's looking in on her - not until the evening he sits himself down beside her in the rec room before the recorded game between the 49ers and the Cardinals and he hands her the bag of microwaved popcorn and asks, "How's the meditation thingy going?"
She collects a handful of kernels and eats one before answering. "It goes well enough. Ronon has not fallen asleep again."
"Considering he gave you a stick to beat him with?" John comments as the kickoff is taken. "I'm not surprised."
"It helps his anger and frustration," Teyla says. "Perhaps it would do the same for you."
John glances sideways at her as she crunches popcorn with all the satisfaction that most women give to chocolate and ice-cream. "Nah. I'm not a meditating kind of guy."
"Neither is Ronon." Teyla settles herself more firmly in the couch and belatedly remembers to offer him the popcorn bag.
"I don't really have the time."
"Yet you stop by every time we are meditating."
He drags his gaze away from the screen. She watches him with a faint smile on her lips, but he has to formulate an answer fast or else. "Oh, I've got time to look in on you," he says, "but not usually more than that."
Her smile says she knows a lot more than she's telling, and John tries not to think of the times he's betrayed himself. "Perhaps one day when you do have time, you will do more than just look in?"
Teyla leans forward, but before John can do more than think that, holy shit, he's going to get a kiss from this, she's sitting back again with another handful of popcorn.
"Perhaps," he manages.
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Although Atlantis has a zoology division, only Dr. Nolan had enough experience as a vet to properly examine the dog currently sitting in on the examination bed in front of her. She took her stethoscope off and turned to the group standing behind her, fiddling with the buttons on her lab coat as she explained.
"Well, Dr. Weir, I really don't know what to say about Colonel Sheppard other than he's in perfect health for a dog and I don't see a reason to keep him in the infirmary. I'm releasing him to your team's care." She turned back to the bed and waved her hand. "All right, Colonel. You can get off the bed now. I'm sending you back to your team."
John leaped off the bed, and trotted over to his team with his tail wagging, turned his head to Elizabeth and let out a whine. She sighed and looked to them. "You're free to go, but I expect one of you to check in every so often to make sure he's fine. In the meantime, Major Lorne will take over Colonel Sheppard's duties for the time being."
John barked happily and trotted out of the infirmary with his team behind him.
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As the days passed, a routine had been settled into as to who was watching the Colonel through out the day. Ronon would take him running through the city and training with the Marines, after which John would spend time in Rodney's lab keeping watch over the scientists and occasionally barking to keep them on their toes. After that, he would spend the rest of the day lying at Teyla's side as she meditated.
There were several arguments that broke out over the Colonel. What breed he was (a cross between a German Shepherd and an Alaskan Malamute, according to Dr. Keltie, who studied dog breeds in her spare time), whose quarters was he sharing with (Teyla's because she woke up to a whine outside and when she let him in, he plopped down next to her bed and fell asleep), what food was okay to feed (chocolate and coffee no, near-deer bones yes), who was walking and cleaning up after him (whoever was watching him at the time, which meant Rodney could not call Teyla or one of the Marines to do so just because he didn't want to) and does he understand everyone around him (the answer was yes because he growled at Rodney when Rodney made a flippant remark about him.)
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A dog's smell is mostly through his nose, and John's learned a lot of things about Atlantis during his time as a dog.
So John knows that Rodney has a secret stash of coffee beans in his room - rich, dark, expensive ones. John's smelled it on Rodney's fingers and traced it back to the astrophysicist's room. Teyla found him in Rodney's rooms and hauled him out before he got caught.
Thanks to his nose, John is aware that Teyla isn't the only woman Ronon spars with, although it takes him nearly four days to track down the stringent soap-scent of Lieutenant Kyra Maklyn as she discusses the latest off-world mission with Lorne.
And John knows that Teyla sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares she's never mentioned to him or Elizabeth or Kate. When that happens, he jumps up on the bed, she shuffles over a little, and he lies beside her all night and keeps the nightmares away.
The first night he's a man again, he hesitates outside her door, wishing he had the courage to go in.
In the end, he walks away.
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Not that I'm complaining too much - have other writing to get done...
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With anticipation John watches as her thighs part slowly of there own accord.
Was this an invite? An invitation to him to not only take what he wanted, but to take it all.
The delicate musk of her arousal was the little push needed to shatter what little bit of control he had left, he is driven now, by the primal need to claim her, to erase all doubts in her mind as to who is the conqueror and the conquered.
But then, there has always been something about Teyla that compels him to open all doors and let her in. Could it be, because she radiates so much natural energy, warmth, and curiosity, or because she is all heat and fire, a heat that slowly warms him and awakens his need, and fire that burns him and ignite his passion?
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Teyla wakes up alone. Little beams of sun are lighting up her face and she stretches pleasurably. The night is over and she’s ready to start the day.
She feels like being silly, irreparably, irredeemably silly. Like running through the halls or laughing out loud for no apparent reason. For once life is good, simple. No Wraith for a long time, her people’s first harvest is coming up and for now, everything’s right in Teyla-world.
She dances around a bit and follows by a few simple kata moves. She feels in control of her body, strong and able. And silly.
The feeling lasts till she opens her door and steps into the corridor. There’s an emergency in the control room and her capable self takes over once again as she rushes to offer her services. She faintly wonders when she’ll feel that way again, let alone get to enjoy it.