SGA Fic: Not a Game (Sheppard/Beckett)
Title: Not a Game
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: John’s away and Caldwell’s up to no good.
Pairing: Sheppard/Beckett
Prompt: #7- Behind Those Eyes
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine.
A/N: for the ficalbum comm. Link to my table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. X-posted around...
A/N2: Set before "Critical Mass".
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Behind those eyes you lie
And there’s nothing I can say
Cause I’m never gonna change your mind
-3 Doors Down- Behind Those Eyes
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“There you go, lass,” Dr. Carson Beckett soothed as he put a bandage on the arm of an Athosian child.
“Thank you, doctor!” she exclaimed, jumping off the exam bed and into her mother’s arms.
“Yes, thank you,” the mother smiled, lifting her child into her arms.
Carson waved as the mother and daughter left the infirmary. Seeing nothing else that needed his attention, Carson went into his office where he sat down to get some paperwork done. It wasn’t much later when he heard someone knocking on his door, and he turned to see Col. Steven Caldwell standing in the doorway.
“Is there something I can do for you, Colonel?” Carson asked.
Caldwell stepped into the room, making sure the door closed behind him. Carson immediately got to his feet, noticing how Caldwell was blocking his exit.
“Just want a word with you,” Caldwell answered, his arms crossed over his chest.
“About?” Carson asked.
“Lt. Col. Sheppard,” Caldwell answered bluntly.
Carson shifted uncomfortably under Caldwell’s intense gaze, and looked at the door just above Caldwell’s shoulder.
“What about the Colonel?”
Caldwell shrugged slightly, then took a few steps around the room. He uncrossed his arms, clasping his hands behind his back. He was looking at the walls, then he turned to Carson.
“I’m not asking after his medical records. I’m more interested in his…relationships…with people in the city.”
“As far as I know, he gets along with everyone. I haven’t heard any complaints,” Carson stated, his hands in the pockets to his lab coat so Caldwell wouldn’t notice his sweaty palms.
“I take it he gets along well with his team?”
“You know he does.”
“How about the other scientists?”
“Like I said before, he gets along with everyone well as far as I know. He’s as accommodating with the scientists as he can be, the military personnel listen to him and respect him…”
“I’ve heard some rumors about Sheppard that concern me. I just want to know if there’s anything to them.”
“Might help if I knew what those rumors are,” Carson said, more so he could pass the information on to John than to comment to Caldwell.
“It’s alright, doctor,” Caldwell replied, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.
“If there’s nothing else, I really do need to get this paperwork done if it’s going to be ready for your trip back to Earth,” Carson said, eager to get the Colonel out of his office.
With a scrutinizing final glance, Caldwell nodded and left Carson’s office. Once the door was closed behind the devious Colonel, Carson sat in his chair and leaned back. He wasn’t really seeing the wall in front of him since his mind was reeling with possibilities. It took some time, and a commotion from his infirmary, to get his imagination to stop conjuring up scenarios.
Carson was in the middle of an experiment when he heard the door swish open and after a second, it closed. That was a common sound since there were always people coming and going, but Carson was getting the feeling like he was being watched. So he slowly raised his head from his microscope, straightened, and turned around.
“Hey there, doc,” John quipped with a grin.
“It’s good to see you in one piece, and not looking like you need medical attention,” Carson observed, giving John a visual once-over.
“Already been cleared by your competent staff, though I think I could still use some attention…”
Carson smiled in response to John’s grin, and replied, “I must say how unsubtle that was, Colonel.”
“Wasn’t trying to be,” John smirked, “I miss anything here?”
To that, Carson sighed, then answered, “Aye, nothing big though.”
Not liking the change in Carson’s countenance or tone, John asked, “What?” in that tone he had when he knew something was bothering his doctor.
“Not here,” Carson replied. “This is a conversation best suited for somewhere…less exposed.”
“This should be interesting,” John grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest.
Carson only looked at him blankly. “I’m off-duty…”
“The let’s go,” John interrupted, grabbing Carson’s arm. “I want to get this over with so we can move on to more…enjoyable…pursuits.”
“One track mind,” Carson good-naturedly muttered.
After leaving his white lab coat in his office, Carson and John walked through Atlantis’ halls until sneaking into John’s quarters. Once the door was shut, Carson found himself pushed against the wall, John’s body holding him in place. And since he was being kissed thoroughly, he wasn’t complaining.
“Missed you,” John whispered, panting.
“And I, you.”
Carson and John settled onto the bed, where John asked, “So, what happened?”
“I had an…interesting…visit from Colonel Caldwell,” Carson answered. “And you were his main subject.”
“Can’t say that surprises me,” John replied. “What did he want to know?”
“He was asking about your relationships with people in the city. He said something about rumors, but didn’t elaborate.”
“Oh boy,” John breathed. “This isn’t good.”
“Aye, I know. What can we do?”
“Right now, nothing. We know Caldwell’s up to something, we just don’t give him anything.”
Carson nodded, though he was hoping for more of a plan than that. But John was lying next to him, and he reminded himself that that was all that mattered. They would deal with Caldwell later.
FIN
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: John’s away and Caldwell’s up to no good.
Pairing: Sheppard/Beckett
Prompt: #7- Behind Those Eyes
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine.
A/N: for the ficalbum comm. Link to my table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. X-posted around...
A/N2: Set before "Critical Mass".
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Behind those eyes you lie
And there’s nothing I can say
Cause I’m never gonna change your mind
-3 Doors Down- Behind Those Eyes
---
“There you go, lass,” Dr. Carson Beckett soothed as he put a bandage on the arm of an Athosian child.
“Thank you, doctor!” she exclaimed, jumping off the exam bed and into her mother’s arms.
“Yes, thank you,” the mother smiled, lifting her child into her arms.
Carson waved as the mother and daughter left the infirmary. Seeing nothing else that needed his attention, Carson went into his office where he sat down to get some paperwork done. It wasn’t much later when he heard someone knocking on his door, and he turned to see Col. Steven Caldwell standing in the doorway.
“Is there something I can do for you, Colonel?” Carson asked.
Caldwell stepped into the room, making sure the door closed behind him. Carson immediately got to his feet, noticing how Caldwell was blocking his exit.
“Just want a word with you,” Caldwell answered, his arms crossed over his chest.
“About?” Carson asked.
“Lt. Col. Sheppard,” Caldwell answered bluntly.
Carson shifted uncomfortably under Caldwell’s intense gaze, and looked at the door just above Caldwell’s shoulder.
“What about the Colonel?”
Caldwell shrugged slightly, then took a few steps around the room. He uncrossed his arms, clasping his hands behind his back. He was looking at the walls, then he turned to Carson.
“I’m not asking after his medical records. I’m more interested in his…relationships…with people in the city.”
“As far as I know, he gets along with everyone. I haven’t heard any complaints,” Carson stated, his hands in the pockets to his lab coat so Caldwell wouldn’t notice his sweaty palms.
“I take it he gets along well with his team?”
“You know he does.”
“How about the other scientists?”
“Like I said before, he gets along with everyone well as far as I know. He’s as accommodating with the scientists as he can be, the military personnel listen to him and respect him…”
“I’ve heard some rumors about Sheppard that concern me. I just want to know if there’s anything to them.”
“Might help if I knew what those rumors are,” Carson said, more so he could pass the information on to John than to comment to Caldwell.
“It’s alright, doctor,” Caldwell replied, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.
“If there’s nothing else, I really do need to get this paperwork done if it’s going to be ready for your trip back to Earth,” Carson said, eager to get the Colonel out of his office.
With a scrutinizing final glance, Caldwell nodded and left Carson’s office. Once the door was closed behind the devious Colonel, Carson sat in his chair and leaned back. He wasn’t really seeing the wall in front of him since his mind was reeling with possibilities. It took some time, and a commotion from his infirmary, to get his imagination to stop conjuring up scenarios.
Carson was in the middle of an experiment when he heard the door swish open and after a second, it closed. That was a common sound since there were always people coming and going, but Carson was getting the feeling like he was being watched. So he slowly raised his head from his microscope, straightened, and turned around.
“Hey there, doc,” John quipped with a grin.
“It’s good to see you in one piece, and not looking like you need medical attention,” Carson observed, giving John a visual once-over.
“Already been cleared by your competent staff, though I think I could still use some attention…”
Carson smiled in response to John’s grin, and replied, “I must say how unsubtle that was, Colonel.”
“Wasn’t trying to be,” John smirked, “I miss anything here?”
To that, Carson sighed, then answered, “Aye, nothing big though.”
Not liking the change in Carson’s countenance or tone, John asked, “What?” in that tone he had when he knew something was bothering his doctor.
“Not here,” Carson replied. “This is a conversation best suited for somewhere…less exposed.”
“This should be interesting,” John grumbled, his arms crossed over his chest.
Carson only looked at him blankly. “I’m off-duty…”
“The let’s go,” John interrupted, grabbing Carson’s arm. “I want to get this over with so we can move on to more…enjoyable…pursuits.”
“One track mind,” Carson good-naturedly muttered.
After leaving his white lab coat in his office, Carson and John walked through Atlantis’ halls until sneaking into John’s quarters. Once the door was shut, Carson found himself pushed against the wall, John’s body holding him in place. And since he was being kissed thoroughly, he wasn’t complaining.
“Missed you,” John whispered, panting.
“And I, you.”
Carson and John settled onto the bed, where John asked, “So, what happened?”
“I had an…interesting…visit from Colonel Caldwell,” Carson answered. “And you were his main subject.”
“Can’t say that surprises me,” John replied. “What did he want to know?”
“He was asking about your relationships with people in the city. He said something about rumors, but didn’t elaborate.”
“Oh boy,” John breathed. “This isn’t good.”
“Aye, I know. What can we do?”
“Right now, nothing. We know Caldwell’s up to something, we just don’t give him anything.”
Carson nodded, though he was hoping for more of a plan than that. But John was lying next to him, and he reminded himself that that was all that mattered. They would deal with Caldwell later.
FIN