sparky fic.
A tiny sparky one-shot that I wrote for Sammi last night because she said to amuse her. Thus, there be sparky, originally comment!fic. heh.
no, it doesn't have a name, my creative burst pooped out before then.
it has a name after all! thanks catriona_v
in sickness and in health
semi-established John/Elizabeth, fluff
1138 words
PG
A/N: anything wrong with it is my fault, my beta had mid-terms and I'd be a lazy trollop to disturb her over fic. :D
--- 1949 hours, Atlantis Mean Time
Elizabeth was feeling sufficiently icky to consider that perhaps she had a cold. Apparently whatever the Pegasus version of a cold was, it packed a wallop. Her head had been pounding for the past two hours, she'd lost the ability to recognize distinct scents shortly after she returned from dinner, and to top it off it felt like every bone and muscle in her body was aching. Okay... so maybe it was the flu? According to Carson, he'd seen nearly half the expedition during the past month, all of them with varying degrees of sickness.
Giving in to the headache for a moment, she leaned down to rest her forehead against her desk.
--- 2017 hours, AMT
She hadn't meant to doze off, but the next thing she felt was a hand gently shaking her shoulder.
Drowsily, she responded.
"Hmm, what?" It came out as a muffled croak against the hard surface she found her face mashed into.
"Elizabeth?" The voice was soothing and just a little worried sounding, accompanied by the sensation of a cool hand against her cheek. She leaned into it, still only half awake, which meant she really shouldn't be thinking about how nice it felt.
"You're burning up! Come on, we need to get you to Carson."
She kept her eyes firmly shut and lifted her head, leaning back against the chair without looking at him.
Fighting the muzzy feeling in her head took a second, and then another to open her eyes and focus without the room spinning in front of her.
When her eyes finally cooperated long enough to meet his she muttered "It's just a cold, John" and frowned, she hadn't remembered having a sore throat when she put her head down, however long ago that had been.
He rested the back of his hand against her forehead and she just barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes, mainly because she didn't even want to think about what it would do to her headache.
"It's a flu at best and you know it. We're going to see Carson. Now you can either come with me willingly or I'll carry you."
She glared at him, raising her hands to her eyes to block out some of the light.
"You wouldn't."
He got that mischievous look in his eyes and crossed his arms, ready to dig in and insist on getting his way. She sighed, slumping into her chair. One thing she'd learned with John Sheppard was how to pick her battles.
"Fine," she decided, "but I'm coming back to work afterwards, I need to finish these reports."
He was far too mellow during the trip to the infirmary, which should've been her first clue. He'd made light conversation and caught her up on some of the latest gossip in between letting her lean against him as they walked down the hallway and taking occasional breaks to let her rest. Even if he did think the guise of giving instructions to a few passing marines was a brilliant cover. She did appreciate it though, and mentally made a note to thank him somehow.
--- 2139 hours, AMT
He hadn't even said anything about her plans to get back to work until Carson was almost finished with his exam.
"Aye, you've got the flu all right, you'll need to take these and get plenty of rest and fluids into you." Carson handed her a small bottle of medication and helped her off the examining table. That was when John chose to pipe in.
"So she shouldn't be going back to her office tonight."
It wasn't even a question, and she considered taking back all the nice things she'd thought about him earlier.
Carson levelled an authoritative stare at her.
"You'll do no such thing! D'you want to be ill for the next three weeks? Bed rest for at least three days Elizabeth, I'll check in every night and we'll see how you do."
It really wasn't fair when they ganged up on her like this, she mused as Carson gave John a few more instructions, which he would no doubt take great pains to ensure were carried out. She loved him, really, but her boyfriend(?) could be stubborn when it came to health, especially hers. Just what exactly were they anyhow? A couple stolen kisses and more than friendly dinners in between crises and developing situations meant something, though she wasn't sure what exactly to call it. She'd have to ask him about that at some point, she decided as they walked towards her quarters. Perhaps in a few days. (Namely, whenever she was able to move without feeling like her body was staging a revolt...)
--- 2225 hours, AMT
They stopped outside the door to her quarters and Elizabeth waved her hand in front of the scanner to open the door, then turned to John.
"Thanks for walking with me, I'll see you a little later, alright?"
"Not so fast Elizabeth, Carson wanted me to make sure you get some rest." He walked past her into her room and closed the door after her when she followed.
"Get changed, I'm not leaving until you're in bed resting. Doctor's orders" he added with a smug grin.
"But you'll get sick John." A last ditch effort that he smirked at.
"I had a flu shot, remember? Now quit stalling."
Resigned, she grabbed a t-shirt and sweats and entered the bathroom. He was waiting when she came out, but he had dimmed the lights (bless him) and pulled her bed-covers back.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't so bad.
"C'mon, bedtime Lizzie." She groaned and shot him a look that any sane person would've taken as a warning. He only grinned and waited for her to lay down before tucking her in, despite the grumbling rebuke that passed her lips. Her eyes closed of their own accord as she started to sink back into the comfort of her bed. She would've been asleep before she hit the pillow except for him suddenly sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Here, take these first."
She found two of Carson's pills and a glass of water in her hands before she could comment and silently gulped them down. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and helped her lie back.
"Now get some rest, alright? We can't have our leader running around with the flu, apparently it gives people the wrong impression."
She had the fleeting childish urge(he seemed to love bringing out that side of her) to stick her tongue out at him, but settled for a soft smile.
She found his hand and closed her eyes, letting his presence lull her to sleep. She yawned, peeking at him for a second.
"John? Thanks."
He squeezed her hand gently and watched her doze off.
"Anytime 'Lizabeth, anytime.."
-finis
See? nothing but an excuse for gratuitous fluff and Liz feeling sick. Because seriously, who wouldn't want John to be their personal nurse?
no, it doesn't have a name, my creative burst pooped out before then.
it has a name after all! thanks catriona_v
in sickness and in health
semi-established John/Elizabeth, fluff
1138 words
PG
A/N: anything wrong with it is my fault, my beta had mid-terms and I'd be a lazy trollop to disturb her over fic. :D
--- 1949 hours, Atlantis Mean Time
Elizabeth was feeling sufficiently icky to consider that perhaps she had a cold. Apparently whatever the Pegasus version of a cold was, it packed a wallop. Her head had been pounding for the past two hours, she'd lost the ability to recognize distinct scents shortly after she returned from dinner, and to top it off it felt like every bone and muscle in her body was aching. Okay... so maybe it was the flu? According to Carson, he'd seen nearly half the expedition during the past month, all of them with varying degrees of sickness.
Giving in to the headache for a moment, she leaned down to rest her forehead against her desk.
--- 2017 hours, AMT
She hadn't meant to doze off, but the next thing she felt was a hand gently shaking her shoulder.
Drowsily, she responded.
"Hmm, what?" It came out as a muffled croak against the hard surface she found her face mashed into.
"Elizabeth?" The voice was soothing and just a little worried sounding, accompanied by the sensation of a cool hand against her cheek. She leaned into it, still only half awake, which meant she really shouldn't be thinking about how nice it felt.
"You're burning up! Come on, we need to get you to Carson."
She kept her eyes firmly shut and lifted her head, leaning back against the chair without looking at him.
Fighting the muzzy feeling in her head took a second, and then another to open her eyes and focus without the room spinning in front of her.
When her eyes finally cooperated long enough to meet his she muttered "It's just a cold, John" and frowned, she hadn't remembered having a sore throat when she put her head down, however long ago that had been.
He rested the back of his hand against her forehead and she just barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes, mainly because she didn't even want to think about what it would do to her headache.
"It's a flu at best and you know it. We're going to see Carson. Now you can either come with me willingly or I'll carry you."
She glared at him, raising her hands to her eyes to block out some of the light.
"You wouldn't."
He got that mischievous look in his eyes and crossed his arms, ready to dig in and insist on getting his way. She sighed, slumping into her chair. One thing she'd learned with John Sheppard was how to pick her battles.
"Fine," she decided, "but I'm coming back to work afterwards, I need to finish these reports."
He was far too mellow during the trip to the infirmary, which should've been her first clue. He'd made light conversation and caught her up on some of the latest gossip in between letting her lean against him as they walked down the hallway and taking occasional breaks to let her rest. Even if he did think the guise of giving instructions to a few passing marines was a brilliant cover. She did appreciate it though, and mentally made a note to thank him somehow.
--- 2139 hours, AMT
He hadn't even said anything about her plans to get back to work until Carson was almost finished with his exam.
"Aye, you've got the flu all right, you'll need to take these and get plenty of rest and fluids into you." Carson handed her a small bottle of medication and helped her off the examining table. That was when John chose to pipe in.
"So she shouldn't be going back to her office tonight."
It wasn't even a question, and she considered taking back all the nice things she'd thought about him earlier.
Carson levelled an authoritative stare at her.
"You'll do no such thing! D'you want to be ill for the next three weeks? Bed rest for at least three days Elizabeth, I'll check in every night and we'll see how you do."
It really wasn't fair when they ganged up on her like this, she mused as Carson gave John a few more instructions, which he would no doubt take great pains to ensure were carried out. She loved him, really, but her boyfriend(?) could be stubborn when it came to health, especially hers. Just what exactly were they anyhow? A couple stolen kisses and more than friendly dinners in between crises and developing situations meant something, though she wasn't sure what exactly to call it. She'd have to ask him about that at some point, she decided as they walked towards her quarters. Perhaps in a few days. (Namely, whenever she was able to move without feeling like her body was staging a revolt...)
--- 2225 hours, AMT
They stopped outside the door to her quarters and Elizabeth waved her hand in front of the scanner to open the door, then turned to John.
"Thanks for walking with me, I'll see you a little later, alright?"
"Not so fast Elizabeth, Carson wanted me to make sure you get some rest." He walked past her into her room and closed the door after her when she followed.
"Get changed, I'm not leaving until you're in bed resting. Doctor's orders" he added with a smug grin.
"But you'll get sick John." A last ditch effort that he smirked at.
"I had a flu shot, remember? Now quit stalling."
Resigned, she grabbed a t-shirt and sweats and entered the bathroom. He was waiting when she came out, but he had dimmed the lights (bless him) and pulled her bed-covers back.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't so bad.
"C'mon, bedtime Lizzie." She groaned and shot him a look that any sane person would've taken as a warning. He only grinned and waited for her to lay down before tucking her in, despite the grumbling rebuke that passed her lips. Her eyes closed of their own accord as she started to sink back into the comfort of her bed. She would've been asleep before she hit the pillow except for him suddenly sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Here, take these first."
She found two of Carson's pills and a glass of water in her hands before she could comment and silently gulped them down. He leaned down to kiss her cheek and helped her lie back.
"Now get some rest, alright? We can't have our leader running around with the flu, apparently it gives people the wrong impression."
She had the fleeting childish urge(he seemed to love bringing out that side of her) to stick her tongue out at him, but settled for a soft smile.
She found his hand and closed her eyes, letting his presence lull her to sleep. She yawned, peeking at him for a second.
"John? Thanks."
He squeezed her hand gently and watched her doze off.
"Anytime 'Lizabeth, anytime.."
-finis
See? nothing but an excuse for gratuitous fluff and Liz feeling sick. Because seriously, who wouldn't want John to be their personal nurse?