Fic: Destiny is calling me (Sheppard/Weir, PG-13)
Title: Destiny is calling me
Author: theladymore
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, Brief!Weir/Kolya
Rating: PG-13
Recipient: Valeria_Sg_1
Spoilers: None
Summary: Elizabeth takes a rather desperate measure to save John, and a clueless John realizes he had denying long harbored feelings
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"So, Doctor Weir, do we have a deal? Do what I ask and I won't ask for weapons, and Colonel Sheppard will leave unharmed."
There was a heavy silence between the captor and the expedition leader, just a long silent gaze between them. Finally Elizabeth Weir took the face of her enemy and violently collided their lips together, like two particles forming a galaxy.
John Sheppard blinked; he had been through many types of torture in the Pegasus Galaxy. He had Iratus bugs latched to his neck, was collared by natives, had arrows shot at him and stunners knock him out, was almost turned into a bug, and he'd been fed to a wraith... but this had to be the fucking worst.
John tried not to squirm in the chair. Even if he was gagged he couldn't say a word. He could feel his lips moving but all that was coming out was small wordless sounds. All he could do was stay still, sit upright in the chair as, in pure horror, he watched that bastard touch Elizabeth by running his hands up and down her spine in something of a tender motion surprising as such considering the damage that man could do with a knife), and kiss her with furiosity His eyes went wide, his mouth gaped open - even if he was gagged, he couldn't say a word
Sure, Kolya knew how to push John's buttons but this? This was going way too far. He would rip the binds off and wring the man's throat if they weren't so tight. But alas he didn't have much of a choice.
What was worse was Elizabeth actually agreed to it! Wouldn't she think he had some sort of alien STD or something? A thousand things swirled through his head. Was she actually trying to spare John from torture?
It lasted for a few horrifying and torturous moments before Elizabeth pulled back. She looked a bit shocked and, at the same time, impressed. All John was thinking was "Oh, shit, the asshole was a good fucking kisser and Elizabeth was probably over the moon for him right now."
"Release Colonel Sheppard immediately," Kolya said, waving his hand in a circular motion.
John was in too much of a confused and rage-filled stupor as the bindings slowly unraveled from his wrists and ankles and he was dropped to Elizabeth's feet. She helped him up slowly.
"Come on, John, let's go home," said calmly as she led him out the door.
John only growled as Kolya gave him this proud, defiant shit-eating grin… reminding John the reason why he threatened to kill the thorn in his side every time they crossed paths.
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"It was horrible," John said, taking a long swig of his beer, "It was like my eyes were being pulled out of my skull."
It was often a ritual John did after every mission that went south. He would gather his two best guy friends Ronon and Rodney into his room. They would have beers. They would talk. They would laugh. To John this was his way of coping with a tough mission. But he felt a something deep piercing him in the gut. Usually he would shake it off because to him Kolya was nothing but a fly.
But why wasn't anything he was doing removing the searing image from his mind like a broken projector that played a scene over and over again? It was almost like it was taunting him in a way. It was….
"Someone's jealous," Rodney said.
John's face was almost burning when he turned his head. God, sometimes he wished Rodney would keep his mouth fucking shut when he needed to. But when he did, it hit the mark. It hit the target. It pushed emotional buttons in the same way Kolya would. He was right. John Sheppard was jealous. Oh what he would he do if he was able to kiss Elizabeth the way that Genii bastard was able to. To feel her skin beneath his fingers. To feel her warm breath on his face.
But there was something he had felt as much as failure and being a fuck up. It was expressing his feelings, especially when it came to love. If John admitted it, … it would become real and if it became real but he would be frightened he would lose it.
"I am not jealous," John said folding his arms. He stood at the front of the room. Eyes were on him, narrow and attentive.
"Sure," Rodney said waving his hand in the air. "You are definitely not jealous, the look in your eyes is screaming."
"Rodney, I swear to god, don't… push it."
Ronon, who was usually silent, looked up at John, nodding his head in a light manner.
"Sheppard, I hate to say it," he said in as calm of a manner as possible. He knew Sheppard had a short fuse like him when tensions were high... the best thing to do was to be as calm as possible. "But the eyes you give Elizabeth are the same eyes I gave to my long-lost Melina all those-"
"This conversation is finished," John said pointing to the door, "Get out."
"You are taking this way too far - we were only making a stat-"
Ronon grabbed Rodney gently by the arm and led (him out the door. For a moment there was a sense of relief for John knowing there was some form of understanding. But at the same time there was still anger and jealousy He put a pillow to his face screaming in anger into it. He didn't want to say. He couldn't say it.
He was in love with Elizabeth… the woman who pulled him out of Antarctica and cheered him on for being a hero, and made him smile in his dark, twisted and crazy world.
If he was as brave as he was in the aspect he would say it on the
rooftops. But god, he was a coward.
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"John," Elizabeth said.
For three days, John had avoided her. When he would see her in the halls, he would walk in the other direction. If she acknowledged him he would only nod his head at her and say he had something to do. It was the only way he was able (to do) to avoid talking about how she literally made out with the enemy or admitting the goddamn bloody three words he did not want to say to her.
But they worked together. They were in a work marriage. They were the ones who ran the expedition together. Without them at the head the kids would just continue to wander around the place with no sense of safety or (security. He had to bite his lip and suck it up and hope to the
ancients this conversation went quick or they at least focused on something involving the safety and security of the expedition.
"Yes, Elizabeth," John said folding his arms over his chest. The wind on the balcony seemed louder than it usually was. Maybe it was because he found his eyes fixed on her. He started shaking his head, telling himself not to be an idiot.
"You avoided me for three days," Elizabeth said, her eyes shifting to her scolding potion. "Is this about what happened? Look, it was ridiculous. But I would have rather done… that then have you be tortured again."
"It's not a big deal," John said, eyes shifting to his feet. It was safer to look there.
"And I am the good witch of the North," Elizabeth responded bluntly. Her sixth sense about how she knew how he was feeling was one hell of a curse in their relationship. "John, it is a big deal to you. I can see it in your eyes. Look, admittedly… Kolya is a good kisser. But I had to brush my teeth 20 times when we got home. The man is not someone I would want to spend the rest of my life with. I would rather date a Wraith. It shouldn't matter to you."
"But it does," John responded.
"Why?"
John was silent for a moment as he lifted his head. He just kept his gaze on her for a moment, firm and planted. The more he stared, the more he wanted her. He wanted to say it, it was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't. Instead, impulse took over. He took her face in her hands and his lips crashed against hers.
At first Elizabeth stood still. It was shock and confusion. But eventually the tension eased from her shoulders in the kiss. The tension melted in her shoulders. Eventually she snaked her hands to the back of his head but when her hand slipped through his hair John pulled back a little.
"I am sorry, that was so unprofessional - I should go," John said. But he couldn't go. He was right where he wanted to be.
"John, it's okay… you are certainly a better kisser than Kolya," Elizabeth said, running her hand through his hair again. John couldn't help but laugh. For the first time the tension that punched him in the gut had left. "I think we both wanted that for a long time."
"Have I ever told you how much I hated the fact you can read me like a book?" John responded. "But you are right… I did. I am just not good at saying…."
"You love me?" Elizabeth responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that," John responding in agreement. "I just get impulsive."
"Well, you need to learn some impulse control." Elizabeth said quietly. "But we already knew that… it's what makes you endearing."
John moved in to kiss her. This time the kiss was gentle and long, just the way he liked it. Her hands ran through his hair as his thumbs brushed against the smooth skin of her cheeks.
He smiled against her lips. Maybe Kolya wasn't much of a smug bastard after all.
Author: theladymore
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, Brief!Weir/Kolya
Rating: PG-13
Recipient: Valeria_Sg_1
Spoilers: None
Summary: Elizabeth takes a rather desperate measure to save John, and a clueless John realizes he had denying long harbored feelings
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"So, Doctor Weir, do we have a deal? Do what I ask and I won't ask for weapons, and Colonel Sheppard will leave unharmed."
There was a heavy silence between the captor and the expedition leader, just a long silent gaze between them. Finally Elizabeth Weir took the face of her enemy and violently collided their lips together, like two particles forming a galaxy.
John Sheppard blinked; he had been through many types of torture in the Pegasus Galaxy. He had Iratus bugs latched to his neck, was collared by natives, had arrows shot at him and stunners knock him out, was almost turned into a bug, and he'd been fed to a wraith... but this had to be the fucking worst.
John tried not to squirm in the chair. Even if he was gagged he couldn't say a word. He could feel his lips moving but all that was coming out was small wordless sounds. All he could do was stay still, sit upright in the chair as, in pure horror, he watched that bastard touch Elizabeth by running his hands up and down her spine in something of a tender motion surprising as such considering the damage that man could do with a knife), and kiss her with furiosity His eyes went wide, his mouth gaped open - even if he was gagged, he couldn't say a word
Sure, Kolya knew how to push John's buttons but this? This was going way too far. He would rip the binds off and wring the man's throat if they weren't so tight. But alas he didn't have much of a choice.
What was worse was Elizabeth actually agreed to it! Wouldn't she think he had some sort of alien STD or something? A thousand things swirled through his head. Was she actually trying to spare John from torture?
It lasted for a few horrifying and torturous moments before Elizabeth pulled back. She looked a bit shocked and, at the same time, impressed. All John was thinking was "Oh, shit, the asshole was a good fucking kisser and Elizabeth was probably over the moon for him right now."
"Release Colonel Sheppard immediately," Kolya said, waving his hand in a circular motion.
John was in too much of a confused and rage-filled stupor as the bindings slowly unraveled from his wrists and ankles and he was dropped to Elizabeth's feet. She helped him up slowly.
"Come on, John, let's go home," said calmly as she led him out the door.
John only growled as Kolya gave him this proud, defiant shit-eating grin… reminding John the reason why he threatened to kill the thorn in his side every time they crossed paths.
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"It was horrible," John said, taking a long swig of his beer, "It was like my eyes were being pulled out of my skull."
It was often a ritual John did after every mission that went south. He would gather his two best guy friends Ronon and Rodney into his room. They would have beers. They would talk. They would laugh. To John this was his way of coping with a tough mission. But he felt a something deep piercing him in the gut. Usually he would shake it off because to him Kolya was nothing but a fly.
But why wasn't anything he was doing removing the searing image from his mind like a broken projector that played a scene over and over again? It was almost like it was taunting him in a way. It was….
"Someone's jealous," Rodney said.
John's face was almost burning when he turned his head. God, sometimes he wished Rodney would keep his mouth fucking shut when he needed to. But when he did, it hit the mark. It hit the target. It pushed emotional buttons in the same way Kolya would. He was right. John Sheppard was jealous. Oh what he would he do if he was able to kiss Elizabeth the way that Genii bastard was able to. To feel her skin beneath his fingers. To feel her warm breath on his face.
But there was something he had felt as much as failure and being a fuck up. It was expressing his feelings, especially when it came to love. If John admitted it, … it would become real and if it became real but he would be frightened he would lose it.
"I am not jealous," John said folding his arms. He stood at the front of the room. Eyes were on him, narrow and attentive.
"Sure," Rodney said waving his hand in the air. "You are definitely not jealous, the look in your eyes is screaming."
"Rodney, I swear to god, don't… push it."
Ronon, who was usually silent, looked up at John, nodding his head in a light manner.
"Sheppard, I hate to say it," he said in as calm of a manner as possible. He knew Sheppard had a short fuse like him when tensions were high... the best thing to do was to be as calm as possible. "But the eyes you give Elizabeth are the same eyes I gave to my long-lost Melina all those-"
"This conversation is finished," John said pointing to the door, "Get out."
"You are taking this way too far - we were only making a stat-"
Ronon grabbed Rodney gently by the arm and led (him out the door. For a moment there was a sense of relief for John knowing there was some form of understanding. But at the same time there was still anger and jealousy He put a pillow to his face screaming in anger into it. He didn't want to say. He couldn't say it.
He was in love with Elizabeth… the woman who pulled him out of Antarctica and cheered him on for being a hero, and made him smile in his dark, twisted and crazy world.
If he was as brave as he was in the aspect he would say it on the
rooftops. But god, he was a coward.
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"John," Elizabeth said.
For three days, John had avoided her. When he would see her in the halls, he would walk in the other direction. If she acknowledged him he would only nod his head at her and say he had something to do. It was the only way he was able (to do) to avoid talking about how she literally made out with the enemy or admitting the goddamn bloody three words he did not want to say to her.
But they worked together. They were in a work marriage. They were the ones who ran the expedition together. Without them at the head the kids would just continue to wander around the place with no sense of safety or (security. He had to bite his lip and suck it up and hope to the
ancients this conversation went quick or they at least focused on something involving the safety and security of the expedition.
"Yes, Elizabeth," John said folding his arms over his chest. The wind on the balcony seemed louder than it usually was. Maybe it was because he found his eyes fixed on her. He started shaking his head, telling himself not to be an idiot.
"You avoided me for three days," Elizabeth said, her eyes shifting to her scolding potion. "Is this about what happened? Look, it was ridiculous. But I would have rather done… that then have you be tortured again."
"It's not a big deal," John said, eyes shifting to his feet. It was safer to look there.
"And I am the good witch of the North," Elizabeth responded bluntly. Her sixth sense about how she knew how he was feeling was one hell of a curse in their relationship. "John, it is a big deal to you. I can see it in your eyes. Look, admittedly… Kolya is a good kisser. But I had to brush my teeth 20 times when we got home. The man is not someone I would want to spend the rest of my life with. I would rather date a Wraith. It shouldn't matter to you."
"But it does," John responded.
"Why?"
John was silent for a moment as he lifted his head. He just kept his gaze on her for a moment, firm and planted. The more he stared, the more he wanted her. He wanted to say it, it was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't. Instead, impulse took over. He took her face in her hands and his lips crashed against hers.
At first Elizabeth stood still. It was shock and confusion. But eventually the tension eased from her shoulders in the kiss. The tension melted in her shoulders. Eventually she snaked her hands to the back of his head but when her hand slipped through his hair John pulled back a little.
"I am sorry, that was so unprofessional - I should go," John said. But he couldn't go. He was right where he wanted to be.
"John, it's okay… you are certainly a better kisser than Kolya," Elizabeth said, running her hand through his hair again. John couldn't help but laugh. For the first time the tension that punched him in the gut had left. "I think we both wanted that for a long time."
"Have I ever told you how much I hated the fact you can read me like a book?" John responded. "But you are right… I did. I am just not good at saying…."
"You love me?" Elizabeth responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that," John responding in agreement. "I just get impulsive."
"Well, you need to learn some impulse control." Elizabeth said quietly. "But we already knew that… it's what makes you endearing."
John moved in to kiss her. This time the kiss was gentle and long, just the way he liked it. Her hands ran through his hair as his thumbs brushed against the smooth skin of her cheeks.
He smiled against her lips. Maybe Kolya wasn't much of a smug bastard after all.