Fic: A Commiseration of Miserable Singles (Sparky, 1/1)
OMFG! YES! I just managed to write fic -- complete, J/E fic. I haven't done that for two months. Yay, for Valentine's Day! Okay, so it's a few minutes too late, but Valentine's Day was the inspiration. And sure, it's only about 450 words, but ... still.
Because it is late and I haven't had enough sleep and my impulse control is a little lower than usual, I'm going to post it.
Title: A Commiseration of Miserable Singles
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Genre: UST/Friendship/Fluff
Word Count: ~450
Feedback: Yes, please. Even if it's just a "good," or "bad," or "eh."
*
He found her out on the balcony, leaning towards the sea, hair gently stirring in the wind. She didn't seem to notice him, so he let out a soft, "Hey," to announce his presence.
She whipped around as he spoke, but he could see the set of her shoulders loosening as she saw him. "Hey," she replied, and turned back to the early evening view, and the sun just dying over the horizon.
John stepped up to stand beside her. He pressed his palms briefly against the railing, briefly, not quite sure where to put them, but finally decided on linking his hands behind his back. "What are you doing out here?"
"Just enjoying the view," she replied.
"Not trying to escape the giant pink hearts invading the control room?"
She turned to look at him with a smile that was half-laugh. "They are a bit overwhelming, I must admit."
"Overwhelming? Try suffocating."
Elizabeth didn't turn to look at him, just set her elbows on the balcony and leaned further out towards the sea. There was a melancholy look in her eyes as she said, "Katie's in love. It's not surprising that she wanted to make this a Valentine's Day to remember."
John snorted. "With Rodney as her date? She's not going to be able to forget no matter how hard she tries."
The smile that Elizabeth gave him wasn't even close to 100-watt. "I suppose."
He slid a little closer to her, hunching over to match her pose. "Hey. What's wrong?"
She studied the backs of her hands, and he wished that he could see her eyes. "I never really liked Valentine's Day."
He nodded. "It's not much fun if you're single."
A long sigh was her answer. "No, it's not."
So she was single, as he'd thought. He ignored the little thrill that went through him and pushed away from the railing. "C'mon," he said, gently tugging at her sleeve. "Let me take you to dinner."
That got her out of her funk. "Colonel Sheppard," she said, standing and turning towards him. "Are you asking me on a date?" Her tone was light and joking, and there was a sparkle in her eyes.
"If that's what you want to call it," he replied.
But instead of the acceptance that he had been expecting, she turned her head away from him. "That would be highly inappropriate," she said, almost dully.
"Well, then, call it a meal shared between two miserable singles on Valentine's Day." He leaned forwards, brushed a hand against her forearm. "Besides which, I won't tell if you won't."
Her eyes were warm and green as they met his gaze. "Two miserable singles?" she asked, still hesitant.
"I have chocolate," he offered.
She grinned. "Sold."
They left the control room together.
[end]
Happy Belated Valentine's Day!
Because it is late and I haven't had enough sleep and my impulse control is a little lower than usual, I'm going to post it.
Title: A Commiseration of Miserable Singles
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Genre: UST/Friendship/Fluff
Word Count: ~450
Feedback: Yes, please. Even if it's just a "good," or "bad," or "eh."
*
He found her out on the balcony, leaning towards the sea, hair gently stirring in the wind. She didn't seem to notice him, so he let out a soft, "Hey," to announce his presence.
She whipped around as he spoke, but he could see the set of her shoulders loosening as she saw him. "Hey," she replied, and turned back to the early evening view, and the sun just dying over the horizon.
John stepped up to stand beside her. He pressed his palms briefly against the railing, briefly, not quite sure where to put them, but finally decided on linking his hands behind his back. "What are you doing out here?"
"Just enjoying the view," she replied.
"Not trying to escape the giant pink hearts invading the control room?"
She turned to look at him with a smile that was half-laugh. "They are a bit overwhelming, I must admit."
"Overwhelming? Try suffocating."
Elizabeth didn't turn to look at him, just set her elbows on the balcony and leaned further out towards the sea. There was a melancholy look in her eyes as she said, "Katie's in love. It's not surprising that she wanted to make this a Valentine's Day to remember."
John snorted. "With Rodney as her date? She's not going to be able to forget no matter how hard she tries."
The smile that Elizabeth gave him wasn't even close to 100-watt. "I suppose."
He slid a little closer to her, hunching over to match her pose. "Hey. What's wrong?"
She studied the backs of her hands, and he wished that he could see her eyes. "I never really liked Valentine's Day."
He nodded. "It's not much fun if you're single."
A long sigh was her answer. "No, it's not."
So she was single, as he'd thought. He ignored the little thrill that went through him and pushed away from the railing. "C'mon," he said, gently tugging at her sleeve. "Let me take you to dinner."
That got her out of her funk. "Colonel Sheppard," she said, standing and turning towards him. "Are you asking me on a date?" Her tone was light and joking, and there was a sparkle in her eyes.
"If that's what you want to call it," he replied.
But instead of the acceptance that he had been expecting, she turned her head away from him. "That would be highly inappropriate," she said, almost dully.
"Well, then, call it a meal shared between two miserable singles on Valentine's Day." He leaned forwards, brushed a hand against her forearm. "Besides which, I won't tell if you won't."
Her eyes were warm and green as they met his gaze. "Two miserable singles?" she asked, still hesitant.
"I have chocolate," he offered.
She grinned. "Sold."
They left the control room together.
[end]
Happy Belated Valentine's Day!