#000 A Bad Idea (John/Elizabeth)
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xfirefly9xTitle: A Bad Idea
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John/Elizabeth
Prompt: #000 “Critical Mass” (Season 2) – about 35 minutes into the episode. (Elizabeth is in her office wearing a red shirt one moment, then there’s a flash to a new scene in which she is wearing a jumper as well. This fic is set between those scenes.)
Word Count: 548
Rating: PG
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heylittleriver (Thanks!)
Summary: Elizabeth worries her judgement was off. John comforts her.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
notjustclosets.
“That was a bad idea.”
John glanced up from the pale skin he was tracing circles on with his fingertips to meet Elizabeth’s eyes. “This?” he asked, nodding between them and then to the floor where their clothing lay in misshapen piles.
He frowned, afraid that he’d somehow put her off. Maybe he’d done something wrong?
A soft smirk made its way to Elizabeth’s face. “Are you crazy? This,” she said, “is one of the best ideas we’ve ever had.”
John shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching up in relief and mild amusement. Rarely did anyone get to see this side of Atlantis’ mission leader. He was both grateful and honoured that she allowed him to see it.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied.
They shared a smile.
“What was a bad idea, then?” John asked, propping his head up in his hands and focusing his eyes on hers. His expression was not unlike the one he wore whilst she was talking at briefings: fully attentive as if nothing else in the world, in the universe and in far away galaxies existed.
Elizabeth sighed and took a moment to gather her thoughts.
“Torturing Kavanaugh,” she finally began. “As much as I believe he’s responsible for the bomb in the city, it feels wrong. I never would have considered resorting to torturing one of our own when we first arrived in Atlantis. Ronon is there right now…” She broke off, unable to finish the sentence.
John ran a hand down her arm, clasping her hand in his and squeezing it gently. “We have to do it, Elizabeth. We’re running out of time and unless we want Atlantis to explode, it’s our only option.”
With a grim smile, Elizabeth laid her head back against the headboard. “I know. You’re completely right. But it doesn’t make knowing I gave the order any easier.”
She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and grasped John’s hand once more.
“It had to be done,” John repeated.
He pulled her closer and they lay in silence, taking comfort in the presence of one another while they could. In a few minutes, they would have to return to the chaos of their everyday lives.
“Well,” Elizabeth finally said. “We should probably get back to work.”
Leaning over to nuzzle her neck briefly, John grunted in agreement. “Yeah.”
They reluctantly climbed out of bed and pulled on their clothes, motions quick and efficient out of practice more than by choice. Elizabeth was tying her shoes when John stood up and walked to the door, waiting by it for her to join him.
“You might want to cover your neck up,” John told her with a dirty grin when she was ready.
He nodded at the red patch he’d marked her with.
She was his, he grinned to himself. She was his and nobody else’s.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and grabbed her jacket from where it was hanging over the back of a chair. “Thank you, John, for that,” she said, with raised eyebrows. “I’m going to be uncomfortably hot for the rest of the day.”
John smirked, taking in the teasing tone of her voice. “Maybe, but at least you’ll know what’s in store for tonight.”
“Yeah?” Elizabeth returned his smirk.
John nodded. “Yeah.”
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John/Elizabeth
Prompt: #000 “Critical Mass” (Season 2) – about 35 minutes into the episode. (Elizabeth is in her office wearing a red shirt one moment, then there’s a flash to a new scene in which she is wearing a jumper as well. This fic is set between those scenes.)
Word Count: 548
Rating: PG
Beta:
heylittleriver (Thanks!)Summary: Elizabeth worries her judgement was off. John comforts her.
Notes: Written for
notjustclosets. “That was a bad idea.”
John glanced up from the pale skin he was tracing circles on with his fingertips to meet Elizabeth’s eyes. “This?” he asked, nodding between them and then to the floor where their clothing lay in misshapen piles.
He frowned, afraid that he’d somehow put her off. Maybe he’d done something wrong?
A soft smirk made its way to Elizabeth’s face. “Are you crazy? This,” she said, “is one of the best ideas we’ve ever had.”
John shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching up in relief and mild amusement. Rarely did anyone get to see this side of Atlantis’ mission leader. He was both grateful and honoured that she allowed him to see it.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he replied.
They shared a smile.
“What was a bad idea, then?” John asked, propping his head up in his hands and focusing his eyes on hers. His expression was not unlike the one he wore whilst she was talking at briefings: fully attentive as if nothing else in the world, in the universe and in far away galaxies existed.
Elizabeth sighed and took a moment to gather her thoughts.
“Torturing Kavanaugh,” she finally began. “As much as I believe he’s responsible for the bomb in the city, it feels wrong. I never would have considered resorting to torturing one of our own when we first arrived in Atlantis. Ronon is there right now…” She broke off, unable to finish the sentence.
John ran a hand down her arm, clasping her hand in his and squeezing it gently. “We have to do it, Elizabeth. We’re running out of time and unless we want Atlantis to explode, it’s our only option.”
With a grim smile, Elizabeth laid her head back against the headboard. “I know. You’re completely right. But it doesn’t make knowing I gave the order any easier.”
She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and grasped John’s hand once more.
“It had to be done,” John repeated.
He pulled her closer and they lay in silence, taking comfort in the presence of one another while they could. In a few minutes, they would have to return to the chaos of their everyday lives.
“Well,” Elizabeth finally said. “We should probably get back to work.”
Leaning over to nuzzle her neck briefly, John grunted in agreement. “Yeah.”
They reluctantly climbed out of bed and pulled on their clothes, motions quick and efficient out of practice more than by choice. Elizabeth was tying her shoes when John stood up and walked to the door, waiting by it for her to join him.
“You might want to cover your neck up,” John told her with a dirty grin when she was ready.
He nodded at the red patch he’d marked her with.
She was his, he grinned to himself. She was his and nobody else’s.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and grabbed her jacket from where it was hanging over the back of a chair. “Thank you, John, for that,” she said, with raised eyebrows. “I’m going to be uncomfortably hot for the rest of the day.”
John smirked, taking in the teasing tone of her voice. “Maybe, but at least you’ll know what’s in store for tonight.”
“Yeah?” Elizabeth returned his smirk.
John nodded. “Yeah.”
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:21 pm (UTC)*points up at other comment*
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:19 pm (UTC)Anyway. Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2008-03-18 05:19 pm (UTC)Again, this is really cute!
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Date: 2008-03-18 10:09 pm (UTC):P Ooookay.
Thanks.
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:42 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-03-17 11:13 pm (UTC)Absolutly loved this line. I don't know why other than it was something so unexpected and it made me giggle.
I'll have to watch that ep again, and see the clothing change. :)
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Date: 2008-03-18 01:08 pm (UTC)You should! I only noticed it this time through with teh watching. Almost missed it.
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Date: 2008-03-18 09:01 pm (UTC)In more ways than one, from the sound of it! Heheheh! ;)
Using the clothing change was a great way to tie this ficlet into the episode. And I think it worked just fine without actually seeing the smut at all. :)
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Date: 2008-03-18 09:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked!!
(And thanks for saying about the no smut. That's good to hear.)
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