2100. Train rooms. You and me.
Title: 2100. Train rooms. You and me.
Author: Mercy
Characters: Elizabeth/John (Stargate Atlantis)
Rating: PG-13/R
Wordcount: 1619 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, bla bla...
Summary: John has to train Elizabeth in hand-to-hand combat
Spoilers: Season One - The Storm/The Eye
"Ouch." Again Rodney's back hit the mat. "Did you know that there are several ancient patterns on the ceiling?"
In his field of vision a smug looking John appeared. "No, how should I? I'm not the one 'playing six feet under'." He helped Rodney to his feet and patted him on the shoulder. "You're getting better, Rod." The look Rodney shot him was full of disbelief. But John nodded. "No, it's true. You are better, believe me, I'm a soldier and know these things."
"If you say so...," Rodney said with a raised eyebrow but then an evil twinkle appeared in his eyes. "Oh, and by the way, how's Elizabeth doing? You give her lessons too, don't you?"
John stopped packing up and sighed. "Well,... you see..." He fumbled uncomfortable with his pack around and as he finally looked at Rodney he knew he was busted. "Oh stop looking so smug, Rodney. It doesn't suit you."
"Could it be that 'Mr. Wraithinator' is afraid of one woman?" Rodney wasn't able to muffle his laughter. "And this woman is none other than our fearless leader Dr. Elizabeth Weir." Still laughing he picked his belongings up and went to the door. His face turned serious. "She might not like weapons, John, but she needs to know a little self-defence. You have to train her, you know that."
John looked quite miserable at Rodney but knew it was true. Without training they might loose their leader sooner than later. And that was an option he absolutly didn't like. "I'll try. But if you find my dead body washed ashore, you know who's responsible!"
Rodney snorted with laughter and left John pondering. "His dead body. Ha, that's an image."
~~~
"Eh, Dr. Wei... Elizabeth, I, uh..." For the last five minutes Elizabeth had watched John pacing outside of her office. It was fascinating. He was murmering and had a that cute look of deep concentration on his face. 'Has to be very important.' She tought amused.
"Yes, Major? What do you need?"
John was nervous. And a Sheppard was never nervous. Well, ok, if he was near this woman then he was reduced to a stammering boy. With a heavy sigh he dropped into the chair and stared at Elizabeth. 'God, give me the strength to survive this.'
Elizabeth had a hard time surpressing her smile that threatened to break through. She put the file down and gave John her 'You-have-my-full-attention-don't-waste-it'-look. It made him squirm. Mentally preparing for the storm that would definitly follow, John ran one hand through his hair and took a deep breath.
"Ehm, yes... well, I'm... I'm sure you've heard... about... uh... the self-defence classes...?" He asked careful. "Oh, what am I saying, sure you've heard, you arranged them...," John trailed of.
Elizabeth furrowed her brows and gave him a suspicious look. "What is this all about, John?"
He sank further down in his seat. "You need to take these classes, too. After what happened with Koyla it's important to learn how to defend yourself," He said in one breath, not daring to look Elizabeth in the eyes.
After several heartbeats of silence, John couldn't take it anymore and lifted his head. 'Uh oh.'
"You think I'm not able to defend myself ot others?" It was a loaded question and John knew, whatever his answer would be, it would end in a fight. 'May as well go down as a hero... ha, famous last words,' He thought.
"Listen, Elizabeth, I didn't want to offend you or your way of handling certain situations but you have to admit: The episode with the Genii showed that you have to learn defending yourself!"
Elizabeth clenched her fists. "I did defend myself, Major. And not only myself. I tried to save the lives of my people without giving the Genii a reason to shoot them!" She stood abruptly up, her chair clattered against the wall.
"If I had tried anything funny, as you like to call it, Rodney and you would have been dead in a minute!" By now Elizabeth's eyes were full of blazing fire, her face flushed and her breathing was erratic. She was livid with him and yet she had never looked more beautiful to John. 'Wrong train of thoughts.'
Until now Elizabeth had always been proud of her control over her emotions as well as over her actions. But now the temptation of showing John just how good she was at defending herself was so intense that Elizabeth had to put her hands on the desk.
"Eliz..."
"No, Major." She leaned forward until her nose nearly touched John's. He felt her hot breath and for a moment his eyes dropped to her lips.
"Eyes up." Her icey tone let said eyes snap back to hers. "2100. Train rooms. You and me. And only you and me."
Elizabeth sat down again, opened her laptop and began typing. Without looking back at John she said. "Dismissed, Major."
John swallowed hard. 'Well, that went...' He eased himself out of the chair and left the office. 'I can only hope she doesn't hurt me... much!'
As soon as he was out of the door Elizabeth dropped her head onto the desk. 'What the hell have I done?' She wasn't really angry with John but did he thought she wasn't able to defend herself? 'Time to show him who the leader is!'
~~~
On his way to the train rooms John imagined several scenarios of his death. 'Maybe she will make it quick and painless.' But the Elizabeth he knew would make him suffer.
Carefully he rounded the corner and told the doors to open. What greeted him made his blood run hotter. 'Is it getting warm in here?'
A dressed-to-kill Elizabeth stood in the middle of the room, in each hand a stick. "Major." She nodded her head towards the door. "Please, close it." Her voice was soft and yet deadly.
John closed the door and walked over to Elizabeth, opened his mouth but she pressed a finger to his lips. "No, John. We are here to train, not to talk." A grin appeared on her lips. "That comes later."
Seeing her grin made him relax a little. He shed his jacket and shoes, accepted the stick Elizabeth gave him and took position. He had hardly time to breathe when she attacked him. Words weren't spoken only their heavy breathing was heard.
~~~
For over an hour they fought. At first John was surprised how good Elizabeth was at the hand-to-hand combat. But the longer he watched her, the more he begun to undrstand: She may not like weapons but she knew how to fight. And damn, did she looked good.
'She moves like a cat. so graceful and yet deadly...' It was only a short moment but it was enough for Elizabeth to see her chance of disarming John.
First rule: Never let the beauty deceive you. John had aparently forget this one because in the next moment he saw the ceiling for the first time.
"Mpfh." His breath was knocked out of him. "Oh my God, John. You ok?" Elizabeth's stick fall to the ground as she rushed to his side.
"John?" She kneeled at his side but still got no response. "Oh, please, John. say something," Elizabeth pleaded desperatly. Suddenly John's hand shot out, grasped her wrist and she tumbled onto his chest.
"Major!"
"Gotcha!"
Elizabeth leaned back until she straddled John, her hand still held by his. "This was not funny, John. I thought you were hurt. I didn't want that. I just wanted to show you that I'm able to defend myself!"
"Well, I noticed that from the first move on, Elizabeth." John smirked. "And not only that."
"What do you mean?" John moved his eyes the length of her body down.
"Oh, my... I'm so sorry, Jo.. Major." She tried to move away but John would have nothing of that. "What's wrong, Dr. Weir? Afraid of a little 'hand-to-hand combat'?" Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. 'Was that... yep, he definitly looked smug.'
She straightened up. "Major, if I recall correctly, you're the one who went down." Now it was her turn to grin. "Through my action."
If Elizabeth had looked more closely she would have seen the evil twinkle that appeared in John eyes. Before she was able to stop him he leaned forward and crushed his mouth to hers. It was powerful just like John himself. It took her breath away and any rational thought left her brain.
John's hands released hers and one moved slowly down to her waist while the other was buried in her hair. Elizabeth placed her hands around his neck and began to return his kiss. After several minutes they came up for breath. Both looking a little flushed but happy.
Elizabeth smiled. "John? Can you forgive me? I mean for what I did this morning."
"Don't appologize, Liz. I should be the one begging for your forgiveness." He caressed her face. "Where did you learn fighting?"
"My father said, every woman should be able to stand her man or in this case, to defeat her man. Only then they would be equal." She grinned down on him. "Do you think we're equal?"
"Oh, yeah. Equal in every aspect." Equally grinning he kissed her again.
~~~
Rodney stood infront of the train rooms and was lost. The door wouldn't open and even the override codes were useless. Sighning he called Beckett. "Here's Rodney. Why is the door of the train rooms not opening?"
"Ehm, yes... uh, Dr. Weir and Major Sheppard are... training." Rodney's eyes widened. "Training as in training?" "Yes," Beckett answered.
"Thanks." Rodney turned around and grinned. "So, no dead body then. But maybe a little mix of both of them someday..."
~ Fin ~
Author: Mercy
Characters: Elizabeth/John (Stargate Atlantis)
Rating: PG-13/R
Wordcount: 1619 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, bla bla...
Summary: John has to train Elizabeth in hand-to-hand combat
Spoilers: Season One - The Storm/The Eye
"Ouch." Again Rodney's back hit the mat. "Did you know that there are several ancient patterns on the ceiling?"
In his field of vision a smug looking John appeared. "No, how should I? I'm not the one 'playing six feet under'." He helped Rodney to his feet and patted him on the shoulder. "You're getting better, Rod." The look Rodney shot him was full of disbelief. But John nodded. "No, it's true. You are better, believe me, I'm a soldier and know these things."
"If you say so...," Rodney said with a raised eyebrow but then an evil twinkle appeared in his eyes. "Oh, and by the way, how's Elizabeth doing? You give her lessons too, don't you?"
John stopped packing up and sighed. "Well,... you see..." He fumbled uncomfortable with his pack around and as he finally looked at Rodney he knew he was busted. "Oh stop looking so smug, Rodney. It doesn't suit you."
"Could it be that 'Mr. Wraithinator' is afraid of one woman?" Rodney wasn't able to muffle his laughter. "And this woman is none other than our fearless leader Dr. Elizabeth Weir." Still laughing he picked his belongings up and went to the door. His face turned serious. "She might not like weapons, John, but she needs to know a little self-defence. You have to train her, you know that."
John looked quite miserable at Rodney but knew it was true. Without training they might loose their leader sooner than later. And that was an option he absolutly didn't like. "I'll try. But if you find my dead body washed ashore, you know who's responsible!"
Rodney snorted with laughter and left John pondering. "His dead body. Ha, that's an image."
~~~
"Eh, Dr. Wei... Elizabeth, I, uh..." For the last five minutes Elizabeth had watched John pacing outside of her office. It was fascinating. He was murmering and had a that cute look of deep concentration on his face. 'Has to be very important.' She tought amused.
"Yes, Major? What do you need?"
John was nervous. And a Sheppard was never nervous. Well, ok, if he was near this woman then he was reduced to a stammering boy. With a heavy sigh he dropped into the chair and stared at Elizabeth. 'God, give me the strength to survive this.'
Elizabeth had a hard time surpressing her smile that threatened to break through. She put the file down and gave John her 'You-have-my-full-attention-don't-waste-it'-look. It made him squirm. Mentally preparing for the storm that would definitly follow, John ran one hand through his hair and took a deep breath.
"Ehm, yes... well, I'm... I'm sure you've heard... about... uh... the self-defence classes...?" He asked careful. "Oh, what am I saying, sure you've heard, you arranged them...," John trailed of.
Elizabeth furrowed her brows and gave him a suspicious look. "What is this all about, John?"
He sank further down in his seat. "You need to take these classes, too. After what happened with Koyla it's important to learn how to defend yourself," He said in one breath, not daring to look Elizabeth in the eyes.
After several heartbeats of silence, John couldn't take it anymore and lifted his head. 'Uh oh.'
"You think I'm not able to defend myself ot others?" It was a loaded question and John knew, whatever his answer would be, it would end in a fight. 'May as well go down as a hero... ha, famous last words,' He thought.
"Listen, Elizabeth, I didn't want to offend you or your way of handling certain situations but you have to admit: The episode with the Genii showed that you have to learn defending yourself!"
Elizabeth clenched her fists. "I did defend myself, Major. And not only myself. I tried to save the lives of my people without giving the Genii a reason to shoot them!" She stood abruptly up, her chair clattered against the wall.
"If I had tried anything funny, as you like to call it, Rodney and you would have been dead in a minute!" By now Elizabeth's eyes were full of blazing fire, her face flushed and her breathing was erratic. She was livid with him and yet she had never looked more beautiful to John. 'Wrong train of thoughts.'
Until now Elizabeth had always been proud of her control over her emotions as well as over her actions. But now the temptation of showing John just how good she was at defending herself was so intense that Elizabeth had to put her hands on the desk.
"Eliz..."
"No, Major." She leaned forward until her nose nearly touched John's. He felt her hot breath and for a moment his eyes dropped to her lips.
"Eyes up." Her icey tone let said eyes snap back to hers. "2100. Train rooms. You and me. And only you and me."
Elizabeth sat down again, opened her laptop and began typing. Without looking back at John she said. "Dismissed, Major."
John swallowed hard. 'Well, that went...' He eased himself out of the chair and left the office. 'I can only hope she doesn't hurt me... much!'
As soon as he was out of the door Elizabeth dropped her head onto the desk. 'What the hell have I done?' She wasn't really angry with John but did he thought she wasn't able to defend herself? 'Time to show him who the leader is!'
~~~
On his way to the train rooms John imagined several scenarios of his death. 'Maybe she will make it quick and painless.' But the Elizabeth he knew would make him suffer.
Carefully he rounded the corner and told the doors to open. What greeted him made his blood run hotter. 'Is it getting warm in here?'
A dressed-to-kill Elizabeth stood in the middle of the room, in each hand a stick. "Major." She nodded her head towards the door. "Please, close it." Her voice was soft and yet deadly.
John closed the door and walked over to Elizabeth, opened his mouth but she pressed a finger to his lips. "No, John. We are here to train, not to talk." A grin appeared on her lips. "That comes later."
Seeing her grin made him relax a little. He shed his jacket and shoes, accepted the stick Elizabeth gave him and took position. He had hardly time to breathe when she attacked him. Words weren't spoken only their heavy breathing was heard.
~~~
For over an hour they fought. At first John was surprised how good Elizabeth was at the hand-to-hand combat. But the longer he watched her, the more he begun to undrstand: She may not like weapons but she knew how to fight. And damn, did she looked good.
'She moves like a cat. so graceful and yet deadly...' It was only a short moment but it was enough for Elizabeth to see her chance of disarming John.
First rule: Never let the beauty deceive you. John had aparently forget this one because in the next moment he saw the ceiling for the first time.
"Mpfh." His breath was knocked out of him. "Oh my God, John. You ok?" Elizabeth's stick fall to the ground as she rushed to his side.
"John?" She kneeled at his side but still got no response. "Oh, please, John. say something," Elizabeth pleaded desperatly. Suddenly John's hand shot out, grasped her wrist and she tumbled onto his chest.
"Major!"
"Gotcha!"
Elizabeth leaned back until she straddled John, her hand still held by his. "This was not funny, John. I thought you were hurt. I didn't want that. I just wanted to show you that I'm able to defend myself!"
"Well, I noticed that from the first move on, Elizabeth." John smirked. "And not only that."
"What do you mean?" John moved his eyes the length of her body down.
"Oh, my... I'm so sorry, Jo.. Major." She tried to move away but John would have nothing of that. "What's wrong, Dr. Weir? Afraid of a little 'hand-to-hand combat'?" Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. 'Was that... yep, he definitly looked smug.'
She straightened up. "Major, if I recall correctly, you're the one who went down." Now it was her turn to grin. "Through my action."
If Elizabeth had looked more closely she would have seen the evil twinkle that appeared in John eyes. Before she was able to stop him he leaned forward and crushed his mouth to hers. It was powerful just like John himself. It took her breath away and any rational thought left her brain.
John's hands released hers and one moved slowly down to her waist while the other was buried in her hair. Elizabeth placed her hands around his neck and began to return his kiss. After several minutes they came up for breath. Both looking a little flushed but happy.
Elizabeth smiled. "John? Can you forgive me? I mean for what I did this morning."
"Don't appologize, Liz. I should be the one begging for your forgiveness." He caressed her face. "Where did you learn fighting?"
"My father said, every woman should be able to stand her man or in this case, to defeat her man. Only then they would be equal." She grinned down on him. "Do you think we're equal?"
"Oh, yeah. Equal in every aspect." Equally grinning he kissed her again.
~~~
Rodney stood infront of the train rooms and was lost. The door wouldn't open and even the override codes were useless. Sighning he called Beckett. "Here's Rodney. Why is the door of the train rooms not opening?"
"Ehm, yes... uh, Dr. Weir and Major Sheppard are... training." Rodney's eyes widened. "Training as in training?" "Yes," Beckett answered.
"Thanks." Rodney turned around and grinned. "So, no dead body then. But maybe a little mix of both of them someday..."
~ Fin ~