IT'S HERE!!
To try and distract myself from all the crap that's going on around me, I started the sequel to 'Premonitions'!! This will be posted on my journal first, and then on FF.net. Please read, review, and if at all possible, shamelessly plug. Thank you.
Title: Blood ties
Author: rhin_ariel
Rating: K
Summary: John's dreams may have ended, but thefuns really about to start.
Notes: Sequel to 'Premonitions'. Read it first. And I own nothing I write, except the odd character.
Elizabeth Weir closed the file firmly and smiled. For the first time in nearly three months, she was up to date with reports. She blamed John Sheppard for it. John Sheppard, Guardian of Atlantis.
It still sounded ridiculous. But not as ridiculous as trying to explain that for nearly a month, he had been having dreams that came true, and that these dreams had been sent to him by an ascended Ancient. That was defiantly one of her more interesting reports. Though she wasn’t sure she would ever forgive John for getting her stuck in the infirmary for nearly three weeks, with him in the bed next to her. She finally understood why Carson always hated having John in the infirmary longer then the minutes.
Picking up a different file, she remembered with growing dismay that she had a briefing this morning. With Major Sheppard’s team. And she hadn’t even looked at the report. Checking her watch, she realised she had around fifteen minutes before the briefing. Speed-reading was one of her numerous special abilities.
Grabbing the report, she also made sure to grab her notebook, the next two reports for briefings and her coffee. Then she caught sight of the pens that were lying in her desk, she’d need those too. Putting down her coffee, she picked up the pens and held them with her teeth. Making sure everything was held firmly; she got hold of the coffee mug and headed for the conference room.
It took a little bit of balancing work to attempt to open the doors to the conference room. She was glad to see that everyone was so engrossed in their work that they couldn’t leave their posts for one second to help her.
In the end, she hit the button with her nose.
To avoid being hit by the doors as they opened she resorted to waking backwards into the room. As she began to turn, a voice spoke out.
“Good morning Lizzie.”
Elizabeth jumped, and everything she was holding fell from her grasp.
From across the room, John Sheppard jumped and ran across to her aid.
For a moment, she stood breathing in deeply, before turning on John.
“What the hell was that in aid of!?”
“Hey, I didn’t mean to.”
“Of course.”
“Well…at least I saved your coffee.”
Elizabeth looked down, and indeed he was holding her coffee very carefully. He smirked at her, but she just rolled her eyes and sighed. Kneeling down she began to gather up the scattered papers.
“Just put it at my place, sit down and tell me what you’re doing in here so early?”
“Reading.”
Sitting back on her heels, she stared in mock horror.
“Ok, who are you what have you done with Major Sheppard?”
“Relax. I just wanted to know what you were talking about.”
“Excuse me?”
“42, Elizabeth, 42.”
Elizabeth smiled as John held up his complete edition of all of Douglas Adams’ space tales.
“Carson said he could lend me a copy after I bugged him about the Vogon’s.”
“Right. And that’s the complete trilogy of five then?”
“Yes…but…trilogy of five?”
“Don’t ask.”
Once Elizabeth had everything gathered up she stood slowly. She let out a slight gasp as she winced.
“It still hurts?”
“John, I was shot twice. What do you think?”
“That was ages ago.”
“One and a half months.”
“Ok, so maybe not ages.”
The door opening cut off their ‘conversation’.
“Ah, good morning Elizabeth, I…what the hell is he doing here!?”
“Last time I checked McKay, this was a briefing for MY team.”
“I know, I just mean…what the hell is he doing here?”
“He arrived early for once.”
Elizabeth smiled at Rodney and went to take her seat. John had, to his credit, placed her coffee mug where she normally sat.
“I got here before her you know?”
“Right, now where’s the real Major Sheppard?”
“That’s what I said.”
Again, the ‘conversation’ was cut off as the door opened and the final two members of the team arrived.
“Morning…everyone,” Ford stared around the room. “Are we late or something?”
“No, Major Sheppard was early. Now before we get into anything more, could we possibly save it till after the briefing? I just want to get on, with no more interruptions.”
There was a muted response from all as they sat down. Elizabeth sighed softly.
“Thank you.”
Picking up the mug, she turned to the first page of the report. She was just about to take a sip when…
“Good morning everyone.”
Elizabeth looked up glaring, half expecting someone to be stood in front of the doors. Instead, a young woman was sitting in a chair across from her. Looking around, she took in the shocked and puzzled faces.
“Who are you?”
“Me?” The woman flashed her a strangely familiar smile. “My name’s Serai, and it’s an honour to meet you Elizabeth. At last.”
Title: Blood ties
Author: rhin_ariel
Rating: K
Summary: John's dreams may have ended, but thefuns really about to start.
Notes: Sequel to 'Premonitions'. Read it first. And I own nothing I write, except the odd character.
Elizabeth Weir closed the file firmly and smiled. For the first time in nearly three months, she was up to date with reports. She blamed John Sheppard for it. John Sheppard, Guardian of Atlantis.
It still sounded ridiculous. But not as ridiculous as trying to explain that for nearly a month, he had been having dreams that came true, and that these dreams had been sent to him by an ascended Ancient. That was defiantly one of her more interesting reports. Though she wasn’t sure she would ever forgive John for getting her stuck in the infirmary for nearly three weeks, with him in the bed next to her. She finally understood why Carson always hated having John in the infirmary longer then the minutes.
Picking up a different file, she remembered with growing dismay that she had a briefing this morning. With Major Sheppard’s team. And she hadn’t even looked at the report. Checking her watch, she realised she had around fifteen minutes before the briefing. Speed-reading was one of her numerous special abilities.
Grabbing the report, she also made sure to grab her notebook, the next two reports for briefings and her coffee. Then she caught sight of the pens that were lying in her desk, she’d need those too. Putting down her coffee, she picked up the pens and held them with her teeth. Making sure everything was held firmly; she got hold of the coffee mug and headed for the conference room.
It took a little bit of balancing work to attempt to open the doors to the conference room. She was glad to see that everyone was so engrossed in their work that they couldn’t leave their posts for one second to help her.
In the end, she hit the button with her nose.
To avoid being hit by the doors as they opened she resorted to waking backwards into the room. As she began to turn, a voice spoke out.
“Good morning Lizzie.”
Elizabeth jumped, and everything she was holding fell from her grasp.
From across the room, John Sheppard jumped and ran across to her aid.
For a moment, she stood breathing in deeply, before turning on John.
“What the hell was that in aid of!?”
“Hey, I didn’t mean to.”
“Of course.”
“Well…at least I saved your coffee.”
Elizabeth looked down, and indeed he was holding her coffee very carefully. He smirked at her, but she just rolled her eyes and sighed. Kneeling down she began to gather up the scattered papers.
“Just put it at my place, sit down and tell me what you’re doing in here so early?”
“Reading.”
Sitting back on her heels, she stared in mock horror.
“Ok, who are you what have you done with Major Sheppard?”
“Relax. I just wanted to know what you were talking about.”
“Excuse me?”
“42, Elizabeth, 42.”
Elizabeth smiled as John held up his complete edition of all of Douglas Adams’ space tales.
“Carson said he could lend me a copy after I bugged him about the Vogon’s.”
“Right. And that’s the complete trilogy of five then?”
“Yes…but…trilogy of five?”
“Don’t ask.”
Once Elizabeth had everything gathered up she stood slowly. She let out a slight gasp as she winced.
“It still hurts?”
“John, I was shot twice. What do you think?”
“That was ages ago.”
“One and a half months.”
“Ok, so maybe not ages.”
The door opening cut off their ‘conversation’.
“Ah, good morning Elizabeth, I…what the hell is he doing here!?”
“Last time I checked McKay, this was a briefing for MY team.”
“I know, I just mean…what the hell is he doing here?”
“He arrived early for once.”
Elizabeth smiled at Rodney and went to take her seat. John had, to his credit, placed her coffee mug where she normally sat.
“I got here before her you know?”
“Right, now where’s the real Major Sheppard?”
“That’s what I said.”
Again, the ‘conversation’ was cut off as the door opened and the final two members of the team arrived.
“Morning…everyone,” Ford stared around the room. “Are we late or something?”
“No, Major Sheppard was early. Now before we get into anything more, could we possibly save it till after the briefing? I just want to get on, with no more interruptions.”
There was a muted response from all as they sat down. Elizabeth sighed softly.
“Thank you.”
Picking up the mug, she turned to the first page of the report. She was just about to take a sip when…
“Good morning everyone.”
Elizabeth looked up glaring, half expecting someone to be stood in front of the doors. Instead, a young woman was sitting in a chair across from her. Looking around, she took in the shocked and puzzled faces.
“Who are you?”
“Me?” The woman flashed her a strangely familiar smile. “My name’s Serai, and it’s an honour to meet you Elizabeth. At last.”