Icon meme fic #1
justhere1971 picked this icon *points* and gave me following: "the accidental brush of her hand, made him stumble for a moment".
It went in unexpected direction. Here it is:
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John kept telling himself it was because he didn't see her in such a long time; too long time. Three months they've been away, captured, shipped from one planet to another, sold as slaves and set apart - John stayed with Ronon, while Rodney hopefully was still with Teyla - and if there wasn't for the younger man who kept his calm, John would have gone crazy. His hopes of actual rescue were shrinking, but he was certain of one thing - Elizabeth would keep looking. She would never give up.
And she didn't. Three months later they were back, and here he was, walking beside her, trying to stay close to her as the crowd of people followed them through the halls. As he followed Elizabeth, John was trying to put his finger on the change he felt more than he could actually see and define. There was something distinctly different about her, something....
Her hand brushed his while they were walking, he could see Carson waiting for them in the middle of the main infirmary room, and Rodney, who, along with Teyla, was found a month earlier, was talking nonstop. John stumbled a little when her hand brushed his and she turned, just slightly. His eyes took in the whole of her and he wondered was he imagining it.
She was pregnant.
A silent question passed between them, and her eyes answered. John's heart leaped into his throat, staying there as long as Carson was poking and prodding him, in order to determine that he needed rest, decent food and sleep.
But most of all, he needed his home.
Elizabeth had to contact the Stargate Command, and the Doctor kept both Ronon and John under observation, giving both men a mild sedative and ordering a light meal from the kitchen. Teyla and Rodney kept them company, and they talked, but John didn't dare to ask the question that was roaring through his mind. Exhausted, he fell asleep soon, and woke to the light touch on his face. Everything was silent, apart from Ronon's distant snoring on the other side of the room.
John tried to get up, but Elizabeth's hand kept him down on the bed.
“Hey,” she said gently, while unshed tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them resolutely, and their hands met, one holding the other fiercely. John brought her trembling fingers to his lips, closing his eyes as the familiar scent engulfed him. Her lips were on his forehead, his eyelids, cheeks, and lips. John clung to her the best he could with one hand, while the other was pinned down by a needle connected to saline solution. He could feel her body under his touch now, different, somehow softer and rounder, and when she straightened his hand lowered to her stomach. She kept it there with both of her hands.
“Oh, God,” he said. He could clearly feel it, the slight raise of her abdomen being an unmistakable giveaway, as she gave him a ghost of smile that turned watery. “You're...”
“Yes,” she said silently. He swallowed.
“How.... how long?”
“Four months. Was a month already when you... I just didn't... didn't notice,” she mumbled and they kept looking at each other. With his palm splayed over the part of her body that kept their child, John was trying to put his thoughts in some semblance of order, but couldn't. Similarly, Elizabeth was trying for right words to say, but this was one of the rare occasions that rendered her speechless. Yet, her eyes, huge and teary, were speaking louder than any words could have.
The sound of clearing throat brought John sharply to reality, and as both of them looked toward the door, they met the face of Richard Woolsey. Taken aback, neither had the time to pull away their hands, but Richard held up one of his.
“It's okay,” said the man in a tone uncharacteristically calm. “I'm not here to evaluate anyone, or anything,” he added assuringly as he walked toward John's bed. When he reached his goal, he gave Elizabeth a genuine smile. “I wasn't certain until now, and I didn't feel like prying,” he said, a slight amusement in his tone. “My sister wasn't showing until her fifth month.”
“It's fourth,” said Elizabeth. Richard nodded.
“You are doing okay, I hope?” he asked. She still seemed lost for words, but the man smiled, finding the obvious answer by himself when he looked at John. “You obviously are.... everything you need is right here.”
John could feel her regaining her composure in the firm hold of her hands on his.
“That's quite correct, Richard. So very true,” she said, giving John an open and unguarded, loving look.
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Anyone who wants to do the meme, just go to my userpics, pick n icon there and give me additional line as a prompt. I'll do my best, but keep in mind, I'm very busy these days, and hence, very slow. However I will happily write you a story! Other two prompts - by wanderingsmith and vickysg1 will be done soon. ;) ;)
It went in unexpected direction. Here it is:
--- x ---
John kept telling himself it was because he didn't see her in such a long time; too long time. Three months they've been away, captured, shipped from one planet to another, sold as slaves and set apart - John stayed with Ronon, while Rodney hopefully was still with Teyla - and if there wasn't for the younger man who kept his calm, John would have gone crazy. His hopes of actual rescue were shrinking, but he was certain of one thing - Elizabeth would keep looking. She would never give up.
And she didn't. Three months later they were back, and here he was, walking beside her, trying to stay close to her as the crowd of people followed them through the halls. As he followed Elizabeth, John was trying to put his finger on the change he felt more than he could actually see and define. There was something distinctly different about her, something....
Her hand brushed his while they were walking, he could see Carson waiting for them in the middle of the main infirmary room, and Rodney, who, along with Teyla, was found a month earlier, was talking nonstop. John stumbled a little when her hand brushed his and she turned, just slightly. His eyes took in the whole of her and he wondered was he imagining it.
She was pregnant.
A silent question passed between them, and her eyes answered. John's heart leaped into his throat, staying there as long as Carson was poking and prodding him, in order to determine that he needed rest, decent food and sleep.
But most of all, he needed his home.
Elizabeth had to contact the Stargate Command, and the Doctor kept both Ronon and John under observation, giving both men a mild sedative and ordering a light meal from the kitchen. Teyla and Rodney kept them company, and they talked, but John didn't dare to ask the question that was roaring through his mind. Exhausted, he fell asleep soon, and woke to the light touch on his face. Everything was silent, apart from Ronon's distant snoring on the other side of the room.
John tried to get up, but Elizabeth's hand kept him down on the bed.
“Hey,” she said gently, while unshed tears rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them resolutely, and their hands met, one holding the other fiercely. John brought her trembling fingers to his lips, closing his eyes as the familiar scent engulfed him. Her lips were on his forehead, his eyelids, cheeks, and lips. John clung to her the best he could with one hand, while the other was pinned down by a needle connected to saline solution. He could feel her body under his touch now, different, somehow softer and rounder, and when she straightened his hand lowered to her stomach. She kept it there with both of her hands.
“Oh, God,” he said. He could clearly feel it, the slight raise of her abdomen being an unmistakable giveaway, as she gave him a ghost of smile that turned watery. “You're...”
“Yes,” she said silently. He swallowed.
“How.... how long?”
“Four months. Was a month already when you... I just didn't... didn't notice,” she mumbled and they kept looking at each other. With his palm splayed over the part of her body that kept their child, John was trying to put his thoughts in some semblance of order, but couldn't. Similarly, Elizabeth was trying for right words to say, but this was one of the rare occasions that rendered her speechless. Yet, her eyes, huge and teary, were speaking louder than any words could have.
The sound of clearing throat brought John sharply to reality, and as both of them looked toward the door, they met the face of Richard Woolsey. Taken aback, neither had the time to pull away their hands, but Richard held up one of his.
“It's okay,” said the man in a tone uncharacteristically calm. “I'm not here to evaluate anyone, or anything,” he added assuringly as he walked toward John's bed. When he reached his goal, he gave Elizabeth a genuine smile. “I wasn't certain until now, and I didn't feel like prying,” he said, a slight amusement in his tone. “My sister wasn't showing until her fifth month.”
“It's fourth,” said Elizabeth. Richard nodded.
“You are doing okay, I hope?” he asked. She still seemed lost for words, but the man smiled, finding the obvious answer by himself when he looked at John. “You obviously are.... everything you need is right here.”
John could feel her regaining her composure in the firm hold of her hands on his.
“That's quite correct, Richard. So very true,” she said, giving John an open and unguarded, loving look.
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Anyone who wants to do the meme, just go to my userpics, pick n icon there and give me additional line as a prompt. I'll do my best, but keep in mind, I'm very busy these days, and hence, very slow. However I will happily write you a story! Other two prompts - by wanderingsmith and vickysg1 will be done soon. ;) ;)