Now, if only I could get my Doctor and Rodney muses under control...
For falcon_horus
The ability to sit in the mess hall as if in a bubble of calm was a skill that Kate had perfected a long time ago. She found that if she focused on the food in front of her, and the taste of her coffee she could ignore the worse of the panicking around her. This, considering there was currently an IOA inspection going on, was at a level not normally seen outside a Wraith attack.
It also allowed her, if she put her mind to it, to remain seemingly innocent of any ‘incidents’ that might be occurring involving the senior inspection team. After all, who would suspect the quiet, serious person sitting many corridors from the incident in hand.
Well, there was one person who, since finding out how exactly spaghetti had ended up on General O’Neill, had nicknamed her ‘Trouble’ and said he could tell when she was up to something.
She had merely taken that as another challenge.
So when she heard the screams followed by the laughter she didn’t look up straight away. Not until she was certain he had come in to the mess hall to check on her. She met his gaze, her eyes steady. His eyes were amused and impressed.
Taking her coffee with her she walked calmly over to him.
“Trouble, every inch of you,” he said with a smile.
“I do what I can to ease the stress of my colleagues,” she replied simply.
At a raised eyebrow from him she shrugged slightly, an inclination of the head acknowledging that maybe her little plan may not help everyone.
“When Elizabeth comes back down from the ceiling send her to me,” she said simply.
With that she returned to her office, only once there did she allow herself a smile at the thought of certain pompous bureaucrats currently covered in flour and the stifled laughter of her friends.
For havocthecat
“I think, Colonel, that I’M the expert on what is insane and what isn’t.” Kate’s voice was firm, bordering pissed. It was enough to stop John in his disagreement with the decisions being made in the meeting. He folded his arms and reverted to pacing, uncomfortable in the fact that the tightness in his stomach wasn’t just down to the difficult decisions being made in the room. This had been the first time that he and Kate had disagreed professionally since they had become involved. He hesitated even in his mind to call it a relationship, though from the outside it had all the hallmarks. To acknowledge that would be to acknowledge that professional decisions might affect them, and he liked them as they were.
He shook his head at his distraction.
“You continue to disagree, Colonel?”
Elizabeth’s voice broke in to his thoughts. John turned to look at his colleagues, realising he had tuned out from the conversation. Bad move.
Keeping his eyes averted from Kate he replied, “I think I have said as much as I can. You’re the boss, so your decision.”
Elizabeth looked like she was about to ready a sarcastic reply before remembering their situation. Nodding to Teyla she said, “Start getting everything ready.”
With that the senior staff started to file out. John forced himself to remain behind, ambling as calmly as he could to Elizabeth. She glanced up at him from her laptop.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I was going to see how you were doing,” he replied. “But I can go.”
“Good.”
“Charming,” he replied, pushing himself off the chair he was leaning on.
“Go and talk to her,” Elizabeth said calmly.
“Who?” John asked, with a sinking in his stomach at the fact that Elizabeth had realised what had been distracting him. It wasn’t as if he and Kate were keeping what was going on secret but he was embarrassed that it had been that obvious.
Elizabeth looked at him. “Go and talk to her whilst you can, before hell breaks out again.”
John sighed. “I shouldn’t have let anything distract me.”
“You’re human,” Elizabeth replied gently. “I would be more worried if it didn’t affect you.”
John shrugged slightly before deciding to take the opening Elizabeth had offered him. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
He found Kate back in her office. He waited for her to finish something on her computer before asking, “So, how pissed are you with me?”
She looked at him, her face steady. She said nothing, instead rising to meet him at her door.
“I am not pissed with you, John,” she replied calmly.
“You did not sound happy in there,” he insisted.
A slight smile broke across her face before she continued, “Dr Heightmeyer is not too impressed with Colonel Sheppard, but I am fine with you.”
John considered her, surprised at her calm reaction. “You really can separate it out that easily?”
Kate smiled again before explaining, “I decided a while ago that if we were to work then I would have to find a way to split the professional from the personal. I’m not going to say it will always work, but today I can do it. It wasn’t like your objections weren’t valid.”
“But maybe I could have expressed them better?”
Kate shrugged slightly, and John knew he had hit the bone of contention between them.
He leant forward and gently kissed her. “I’ll try better next time,” he said softly.
“Good,” she replied, before pulling him to her, and kissing him with a greater passion than he had been willing to risk.
Her voice was soft a few moments later when she said, “Just do your best to come back in one piece so you can practice it.”
John nodded before pulling her to him to savour another kiss. He wanted to say more, to explain why he had reacted as he had. To explain that he couldn’t do what she had done so well today.
“Go,” she said firmly when they broke apart again. “We can talk about this later.” John nodded, only allowing his hand to linger in hers before turning away, his mind calm once more.
The ability to sit in the mess hall as if in a bubble of calm was a skill that Kate had perfected a long time ago. She found that if she focused on the food in front of her, and the taste of her coffee she could ignore the worse of the panicking around her. This, considering there was currently an IOA inspection going on, was at a level not normally seen outside a Wraith attack.
It also allowed her, if she put her mind to it, to remain seemingly innocent of any ‘incidents’ that might be occurring involving the senior inspection team. After all, who would suspect the quiet, serious person sitting many corridors from the incident in hand.
Well, there was one person who, since finding out how exactly spaghetti had ended up on General O’Neill, had nicknamed her ‘Trouble’ and said he could tell when she was up to something.
She had merely taken that as another challenge.
So when she heard the screams followed by the laughter she didn’t look up straight away. Not until she was certain he had come in to the mess hall to check on her. She met his gaze, her eyes steady. His eyes were amused and impressed.
Taking her coffee with her she walked calmly over to him.
“Trouble, every inch of you,” he said with a smile.
“I do what I can to ease the stress of my colleagues,” she replied simply.
At a raised eyebrow from him she shrugged slightly, an inclination of the head acknowledging that maybe her little plan may not help everyone.
“When Elizabeth comes back down from the ceiling send her to me,” she said simply.
With that she returned to her office, only once there did she allow herself a smile at the thought of certain pompous bureaucrats currently covered in flour and the stifled laughter of her friends.
For havocthecat
“I think, Colonel, that I’M the expert on what is insane and what isn’t.” Kate’s voice was firm, bordering pissed. It was enough to stop John in his disagreement with the decisions being made in the meeting. He folded his arms and reverted to pacing, uncomfortable in the fact that the tightness in his stomach wasn’t just down to the difficult decisions being made in the room. This had been the first time that he and Kate had disagreed professionally since they had become involved. He hesitated even in his mind to call it a relationship, though from the outside it had all the hallmarks. To acknowledge that would be to acknowledge that professional decisions might affect them, and he liked them as they were.
He shook his head at his distraction.
“You continue to disagree, Colonel?”
Elizabeth’s voice broke in to his thoughts. John turned to look at his colleagues, realising he had tuned out from the conversation. Bad move.
Keeping his eyes averted from Kate he replied, “I think I have said as much as I can. You’re the boss, so your decision.”
Elizabeth looked like she was about to ready a sarcastic reply before remembering their situation. Nodding to Teyla she said, “Start getting everything ready.”
With that the senior staff started to file out. John forced himself to remain behind, ambling as calmly as he could to Elizabeth. She glanced up at him from her laptop.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I was going to see how you were doing,” he replied. “But I can go.”
“Good.”
“Charming,” he replied, pushing himself off the chair he was leaning on.
“Go and talk to her,” Elizabeth said calmly.
“Who?” John asked, with a sinking in his stomach at the fact that Elizabeth had realised what had been distracting him. It wasn’t as if he and Kate were keeping what was going on secret but he was embarrassed that it had been that obvious.
Elizabeth looked at him. “Go and talk to her whilst you can, before hell breaks out again.”
John sighed. “I shouldn’t have let anything distract me.”
“You’re human,” Elizabeth replied gently. “I would be more worried if it didn’t affect you.”
John shrugged slightly before deciding to take the opening Elizabeth had offered him. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
He found Kate back in her office. He waited for her to finish something on her computer before asking, “So, how pissed are you with me?”
She looked at him, her face steady. She said nothing, instead rising to meet him at her door.
“I am not pissed with you, John,” she replied calmly.
“You did not sound happy in there,” he insisted.
A slight smile broke across her face before she continued, “Dr Heightmeyer is not too impressed with Colonel Sheppard, but I am fine with you.”
John considered her, surprised at her calm reaction. “You really can separate it out that easily?”
Kate smiled again before explaining, “I decided a while ago that if we were to work then I would have to find a way to split the professional from the personal. I’m not going to say it will always work, but today I can do it. It wasn’t like your objections weren’t valid.”
“But maybe I could have expressed them better?”
Kate shrugged slightly, and John knew he had hit the bone of contention between them.
He leant forward and gently kissed her. “I’ll try better next time,” he said softly.
“Good,” she replied, before pulling him to her, and kissing him with a greater passion than he had been willing to risk.
Her voice was soft a few moments later when she said, “Just do your best to come back in one piece so you can practice it.”
John nodded before pulling her to him to savour another kiss. He wanted to say more, to explain why he had reacted as he had. To explain that he couldn’t do what she had done so well today.
“Go,” she said firmly when they broke apart again. “We can talk about this later.” John nodded, only allowing his hand to linger in hers before turning away, his mind calm once more.