justprompts - Sanctuary
John always knew.. where to find sanctuary. It was in that room with Teyla. Their heaving bodies building up a tenuous rhythm, yet holding. Always.. holding. His chest heaved against her hands as she held him, pinned, to the wall. He was helpless and sweaty.. and had a big grin on his face. It wasn't long before she was smiling too.
"You are improving, Colonel Sheppard," she said in that even Athosian way. It was a cadence John now heard his thoughts by, his dreams by...
"You didn't believe I would," he accused, watching with intent as her stick clattered to the floor and she swept too-long bangs out of her face. He wanted to interupt her hands; do it himself, pull her closer...
"John." She had been talking to him. Crap.
"Uh.. yeah?"
"Are you well? You look.. flushed."
"Fine, Teyla." He waived her off with a hand, wiping his face with a towel, as much to wick the sweat away as to hide his embarrassment.
This had to stop. She was his teammate. This had to stop.
And then Elizabeth gets taken by the replicators, and it's all he can do not to break down her door.
"I know, John." And she's gathering him into her arms like a child. So.. deceptively small as she holds him. She doesn't tell him it'll be alright and she doesn't say... anything really. She just strokes his hair and keeps him close until he dissolves into her heartbeat.
Then Elizabeth comes back and John's beside himself. Teyla's there, never waivering, never showing that she herself has needs. That's she's hurting just as much as he is. And maybe he doesn't consider it but as they lay together now...
He shakes and he even cries, but he's not thinking about Elizabeth because that thing out there.. is not Elizabeth, no matter what Rodney says.
"You know, John. It could be her."
"Shut up."
And she does, sighing all the while.
When they resign Elizabeth Weir to her fate... John's a mess for days. Longer even. And everyone is, but he doesn't even see it. Just those petite arms wrapped around him and the cold walls of her quarters. That's all he sees now. Sometimes it goes all fuzzy because of fresh tears, stinging in his eyes.
But she's always there to wipe them away. And Teyla doesn't put him back together. That isn't her job.
She lets him fall apart, and that's much more valuable.
Muse: Colonel John Sheppard
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: 416
"You are improving, Colonel Sheppard," she said in that even Athosian way. It was a cadence John now heard his thoughts by, his dreams by...
"You didn't believe I would," he accused, watching with intent as her stick clattered to the floor and she swept too-long bangs out of her face. He wanted to interupt her hands; do it himself, pull her closer...
"John." She had been talking to him. Crap.
"Uh.. yeah?"
"Are you well? You look.. flushed."
"Fine, Teyla." He waived her off with a hand, wiping his face with a towel, as much to wick the sweat away as to hide his embarrassment.
This had to stop. She was his teammate. This had to stop.
And then Elizabeth gets taken by the replicators, and it's all he can do not to break down her door.
"I know, John." And she's gathering him into her arms like a child. So.. deceptively small as she holds him. She doesn't tell him it'll be alright and she doesn't say... anything really. She just strokes his hair and keeps him close until he dissolves into her heartbeat.
Then Elizabeth comes back and John's beside himself. Teyla's there, never waivering, never showing that she herself has needs. That's she's hurting just as much as he is. And maybe he doesn't consider it but as they lay together now...
He shakes and he even cries, but he's not thinking about Elizabeth because that thing out there.. is not Elizabeth, no matter what Rodney says.
"You know, John. It could be her."
"Shut up."
And she does, sighing all the while.
When they resign Elizabeth Weir to her fate... John's a mess for days. Longer even. And everyone is, but he doesn't even see it. Just those petite arms wrapped around him and the cold walls of her quarters. That's all he sees now. Sometimes it goes all fuzzy because of fresh tears, stinging in his eyes.
But she's always there to wipe them away. And Teyla doesn't put him back together. That isn't her job.
She lets him fall apart, and that's much more valuable.
Muse: Colonel John Sheppard
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: 416