harmless.
It's been a terribly quiet week among terribly quiet weeks; not even one of those days, just distracting busywork and family. (She does think of Madeline, and how she looked and sounded, and makes a mental note to check up on her again at first opportunity.) Mondays aren't usually days Elizabeth's out in the evenings, not with the girls back at school and her own weekday commitments, so she isn't. Nathan is invited there, instead, to dinner and what else (which ends up being later than she planned on after having to start again halfway through, but her cooking is no longer classed as chemical warfare, at least).
Sometime after the girls have gone to bed, Elizabeth is doing that terrible thing where she's so quiet but she's thinking so loud, running her foot up the back of her leg and tilting her head to the side, waiting for the kettle to boil.
Patient: Elizabeth Weir
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis (AU)
Word Count: 154 [not counting pending rp tags]
Patient's Partner: Nathan Scaevola (X-Men movieverse)
RP Thread: located here.