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TITLE: Fly By Night
SUMMARY: It might very well be the first time a 'jumper's been used this way.
CATEGORY: fluff, episode epilogue
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: 5.02 - The Seed
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not commercial, don't sue.
NOTES: For the Lost City Found prompt battle. Posted here for the Newsletter.
Fly By Night
The marines say they don't envy him, but as John circles the city again, weaving in and out of the moonlight spires of Atlantis, he's content.
It was Jennifer's idea, brought on by finding Teyla wandering around John's infirmary room earlier tonight, Torran snoozing as he was jiggled in his mother's arms, Teyla patient and weary, John restless and wanting to do something.
There's no jiggling now. Torran's sleeping like a...well, like a baby.
So is his mother.
Her head has tilted to half-rest on her shoulder in the passenger seat, the long sweep of her hair drifting down over the curve of her jaw and one smooth shoulder as her lashes lie close against her cheek and her mouth rests in quiet repose.
And John flies them through the starry night sky at 0130 hours, Atlantis time - something he can do without exerting himself, something he can do for Teyla.
He soars out towards the sea for a change, tired of fancy flying, willing to let the 'jumper sail just above the smooth sea, like a skiff on the lake when the wind comes up. The sea ripples beneath them in dark waves, and the moon's position is such that it casts the 'jumper's shadow ahead, so they're chasing their shadow.
Without the need to pay attention to anything more than keeping the 'jumper flying, John turns to look at Teyla and the son she named after him.
The sight of her - holding her sleeping son against her drowsing chest - clenches something in his belly. Relief and pleasure and something else that he's not willing to name, but which rises warmly within him, too strong to be let off the leash for even a moment.
She's alive and she's home. It's enough.
Surprisingly, Woolsey didn't peep about the use of an Atlantis 'jumper as a personal baby bassinet - as though this was a car and John was driving it through the streets of a city on Earth, trying to get his son to sleep. Maybe Torran's not John's son, but he's John's namesake, and that counts for something.
Just as his mother counts for so much to John, more than he'd ever burden her with.
If there are hollow shadows beneath her eyes and her mouth is slightly lax in sleep...well, Nancy used to drool when she napped, too. John's just glad Teyla's finally getting some rest.
He'd fly all night to let her sleep in peace.
And only the moon is there to share his vigil.
- fin -
SUMMARY: It might very well be the first time a 'jumper's been used this way.
CATEGORY: fluff, episode epilogue
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: 5.02 - The Seed
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not commercial, don't sue.
NOTES: For the Lost City Found prompt battle. Posted here for the Newsletter.
Fly By Night
The marines say they don't envy him, but as John circles the city again, weaving in and out of the moonlight spires of Atlantis, he's content.
It was Jennifer's idea, brought on by finding Teyla wandering around John's infirmary room earlier tonight, Torran snoozing as he was jiggled in his mother's arms, Teyla patient and weary, John restless and wanting to do something.
There's no jiggling now. Torran's sleeping like a...well, like a baby.
So is his mother.
Her head has tilted to half-rest on her shoulder in the passenger seat, the long sweep of her hair drifting down over the curve of her jaw and one smooth shoulder as her lashes lie close against her cheek and her mouth rests in quiet repose.
And John flies them through the starry night sky at 0130 hours, Atlantis time - something he can do without exerting himself, something he can do for Teyla.
He soars out towards the sea for a change, tired of fancy flying, willing to let the 'jumper sail just above the smooth sea, like a skiff on the lake when the wind comes up. The sea ripples beneath them in dark waves, and the moon's position is such that it casts the 'jumper's shadow ahead, so they're chasing their shadow.
Without the need to pay attention to anything more than keeping the 'jumper flying, John turns to look at Teyla and the son she named after him.
The sight of her - holding her sleeping son against her drowsing chest - clenches something in his belly. Relief and pleasure and something else that he's not willing to name, but which rises warmly within him, too strong to be let off the leash for even a moment.
She's alive and she's home. It's enough.
Surprisingly, Woolsey didn't peep about the use of an Atlantis 'jumper as a personal baby bassinet - as though this was a car and John was driving it through the streets of a city on Earth, trying to get his son to sleep. Maybe Torran's not John's son, but he's John's namesake, and that counts for something.
Just as his mother counts for so much to John, more than he'd ever burden her with.
If there are hollow shadows beneath her eyes and her mouth is slightly lax in sleep...well, Nancy used to drool when she napped, too. John's just glad Teyla's finally getting some rest.
He'd fly all night to let her sleep in peace.
And only the moon is there to share his vigil.
- fin -
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That was lovely.
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Sweet story! Great job! :D
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What a wonderful insight right here. This was sweet and made me smile. Love John letting the jumper run free, using it to calm Teyla's baby, allowing mom to slumber... also adored the fact Torren wasn't John's son but it was hi namesake...lovely.
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That was lovely.
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Sweet story! Great job! :D
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What a wonderful insight right here. This was sweet and made me smile. Love John letting the jumper run free, using it to calm Teyla's baby, allowing mom to slumber... also adored the fact Torren wasn't John's son but it was hi namesake...lovely.
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