Atlantis does weird thigns to people,
Ok...I have no idea why, but my Rodney/Liz muse has decided to take an unannounced vacation and let me to the whims of my John/OC muse as I am only getting scenes for them. This takes place about Day 6-7. About two or three days after the last scene I wrote.
Another snipit that should be read with suspuscion. It may or may not be in the actual story depending on the final fall out of story ideas.
It was weird to wake up finding that your ex-wife was sitting in your bed, in your t-shirt and working on your laptop on some ancient langauge you only had a passing knowledge of. Especially when said ex-wife had been promoted to that position about ten years ago. John decided not to dwell on it for too long and just roll over and sleep some more. Besides, it wasn't too bad, considering. At least he understood everything to a point, which was better then most days when Atlantis tended to shot everything to hell and then alllow you to pick up the puzzle pieces and refit them to find the right answer (like Rodney and Elizabeth's situation). Compared to Wraith, acended beings, soul marriages and ethic specific "brothers", sleeping with your ex-wife was almost normal.
Looking at the clock next to his bed, he realised it was still quite late into the night, not even true morning yet. He turned to face her with a glare.
"DOn't you think your doing work a little early."
"Sorry, but I figured out something about the segment that needs translated in the Ferngullian history book." He rolled his eyes and managed to close his laptop with the hand not stuck under his pillow.
"Go. To. Bed." She sighed and seemed almost to be divided on what to do untill a minute later where she moved the laptop to the stand next to the bed and got back underneath the covers. Both decided to ignore how normal this felt.
"John, you realise that we are both really screwy."
"Yeah, I know." She sighs again and moves slightly to get more comfortable and he just simply smiles as he puts his arms around her and pulls her close.
* * *
As much as she loved Rodney and thought him a great person, remaining 3 feet from the man twenty four seven was beginging to wear down on Elizabeth. The man took more then his fair share of the bed and was a cover stealer and also by the morning ended up sleeping half on and half off the bed. No wonder the man sometimes liked his insomnia better.
Right now they were in his lab as he worked on some sort of piece of machinary waiting for John and Helena to show up. Something she really wasn't looking forward to given the past few days.
Zelenka kept glancing at her from his little corner of the world and obviously wondered why all of a sudden she was spending most of her time in Rodney's labatory. Zelenka was an interesting man and with the exception of a brief period of Tarzan-itis the previous spring due to drinking too much of a foriegn cocktail he was perhaps the most sane person on this station. However, even he couldn't put a sane reason as to why she was here.
The rumors had started. Her favorite was the one where she was given a strange drug while at furngully and was suddenly going after Rodney because they had given him a magnet potion. Apparently the two of them were going to run off to Genii and have green mutent alien babies. Quite creative.
She was saved from the rumor discussion and Zelenka's curious glances by the arrival of Helena and John. She blinked and then blinked again, making sure she had actually seen them walking in together and normally, unlike yesterday where it seemed likely that one of them was going to take a computer and smash on the other's head or they were going to run away from each other at a moments notice. At the look she gave them, the both struged.
"Truce." Helena said as she passed so only Elizabeth could hear.
Another snipit that should be read with suspuscion. It may or may not be in the actual story depending on the final fall out of story ideas.
It was weird to wake up finding that your ex-wife was sitting in your bed, in your t-shirt and working on your laptop on some ancient langauge you only had a passing knowledge of. Especially when said ex-wife had been promoted to that position about ten years ago. John decided not to dwell on it for too long and just roll over and sleep some more. Besides, it wasn't too bad, considering. At least he understood everything to a point, which was better then most days when Atlantis tended to shot everything to hell and then alllow you to pick up the puzzle pieces and refit them to find the right answer (like Rodney and Elizabeth's situation). Compared to Wraith, acended beings, soul marriages and ethic specific "brothers", sleeping with your ex-wife was almost normal.
Looking at the clock next to his bed, he realised it was still quite late into the night, not even true morning yet. He turned to face her with a glare.
"DOn't you think your doing work a little early."
"Sorry, but I figured out something about the segment that needs translated in the Ferngullian history book." He rolled his eyes and managed to close his laptop with the hand not stuck under his pillow.
"Go. To. Bed." She sighed and seemed almost to be divided on what to do untill a minute later where she moved the laptop to the stand next to the bed and got back underneath the covers. Both decided to ignore how normal this felt.
"John, you realise that we are both really screwy."
"Yeah, I know." She sighs again and moves slightly to get more comfortable and he just simply smiles as he puts his arms around her and pulls her close.
* * *
As much as she loved Rodney and thought him a great person, remaining 3 feet from the man twenty four seven was beginging to wear down on Elizabeth. The man took more then his fair share of the bed and was a cover stealer and also by the morning ended up sleeping half on and half off the bed. No wonder the man sometimes liked his insomnia better.
Right now they were in his lab as he worked on some sort of piece of machinary waiting for John and Helena to show up. Something she really wasn't looking forward to given the past few days.
Zelenka kept glancing at her from his little corner of the world and obviously wondered why all of a sudden she was spending most of her time in Rodney's labatory. Zelenka was an interesting man and with the exception of a brief period of Tarzan-itis the previous spring due to drinking too much of a foriegn cocktail he was perhaps the most sane person on this station. However, even he couldn't put a sane reason as to why she was here.
The rumors had started. Her favorite was the one where she was given a strange drug while at furngully and was suddenly going after Rodney because they had given him a magnet potion. Apparently the two of them were going to run off to Genii and have green mutent alien babies. Quite creative.
She was saved from the rumor discussion and Zelenka's curious glances by the arrival of Helena and John. She blinked and then blinked again, making sure she had actually seen them walking in together and normally, unlike yesterday where it seemed likely that one of them was going to take a computer and smash on the other's head or they were going to run away from each other at a moments notice. At the look she gave them, the both struged.
"Truce." Helena said as she passed so only Elizabeth could hear.