Stay (1/1) for diek09's birthday :)
Title: Stay
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/Evan
Word Count: 833
Rating: PG/I think there's a single swear word in here
Notes: Happy birthday, diek09! I hope you have a great day and a wonderful year, and I wrote this for you!
Summary: Evan has a bad day and John comforts him.
Evan’s bruised and battered and tired and he’s got a godawful headache to boot, so he scowls a little more at the Marines he’s supposed to be screaming at and smiles inwardly when they shrink a little further into their chairs. It was a stupid stunt, and if it had gone wrong people could’ve gotten seriously hurt, but luckily for everyone involved it hadn’t gotten that far out of hand.
“KP duty,” he tells them finally. “Two weeks each. And if you pull any sort of stupid shit like that again you’ll be detailing the armory floors with your toothbrushes. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir,” they chorus. He pinches the bridge of his nose, because they don’t look all that chastised, but dismisses them anyway.
He’s still got his eyes squeezed shut a minute later when John pokes his head in. “You took care of Baines and Lawson?”
“KP for two weeks,” Evan replies. “And sincere threats as to what would happen if they tried it again.”
“Smart money’s on that happening,” John observes, slipping fully into the room and shutting the door behind him. “Are you okay?”
Evan finally opens his eyes. John is sitting in one of the recently vacated chairs, leaning forward a little. “Not really,” he admits. “My head feels like someone’s beating on pots and pans in there, and every time I close my eyes it’s like seeing a thousand drones exploding a hive ship.”
“Cool,” John grins. Evan gives him the finger and closes his eyes again.
“Hey,” and John’s voice is much closer this time. There’s a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Office hours,” Evan reminds John. “I have to be here.”
John just rolls his eyes. “I’ll make it an order if I have to,” he says mildly, hauling Evan from his chair. “You’re going back to your quarters and you’re going to sleep. I’ll stop by later, and if you’re still feeling bad I’ll have Keller take a look at you.”
“I don’t need to see the doctor,” Evan protests, though his mind is rejoicing at the thought of sleep - a few blissful hours, even, a nice nap if not a full night. The last mission had been hell, with barely six hours’ sleep over the course of four days. Evan is exhausted.
“Sleep,” John says, and Evan isn’t sure how they’d gotten from his office to his quarters so quickly, but he’s suddenly inside, standing next to his bed, a little dumbfounded. He stares down at his bed for a little while, contemplating just dropping in boots and all. There’s a gentle pressure on his shoulder, and John’s helping him sit, looking concerned. “Maybe I should get Keller down here anyway.”
“No,” Evan mumbles, leaning into John. “Just help.”
John hesitates, looking torn between doing as Evan asks and calling for the doctor, but he kneels in front of Evan and begins to unlace his boots, tugging first one and then the other off and putting them aside. His socks are next, and then John stands and walks to the dresser, pulling out an old Academy tee and a pair of sweatpants before returning to the bed. He helps Evan replace his BDUs with the worn pajamas and gets him situated in the bed, pulling the blankets over his frame.
“I’ll stop by later,” John promises as he stands, and Evan reaches out blindly, managing to brush his fingers against John’s.
“Stay,” he mumbles. John sits back down on the edge of the bed.
“Middle of the day, remember?” he points out. “It’s not a good idea.”
Evan would shrug if he could muster the energy. “Stay.”
He hears John sigh and tap on his radio, issuing a few short commands and explanations before toeing off his boots and releasing his thigh holster. He stretches out on top of the blankets, curling his lean frame around Evan’s stockier one, and as soon as John settles his arm around his waist, Evan falls asleep.
It’s dark when he opens his eyes, and there’s soft snoring coming from behind him. Evan doesn’t have to turn around to notice that John’s changed his clothes, that he’s under the sheets, that he’s got his chin tucked into Evan’s shoulder, and that he’s fast asleep. Evan squints to see the clock and realizes that it’s nearly 0230, and that he’s been asleep for close to ten hours.
He also notices that he’s still pretty tired, so he closes his eyes again and drifts away.
He doesn’t open his eyes again until 0845. John’s breathing evenly behind him, but Evan knows he’s awake. “You stayed.”
“All night,” John agrees. “Borrowed some sweats. Hope you don’t mind.”
Evan grins. “It’s the least I could do,” he points out. “I did make you stay.”
John presses a light kiss to the back of his neck. “Do you feel better?”
Evan turns and throws an arm around John’s waist, leaning in to kiss him properly. “Yeah. I really do.”
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John/Evan
Word Count: 833
Rating: PG/I think there's a single swear word in here
Notes: Happy birthday, diek09! I hope you have a great day and a wonderful year, and I wrote this for you!
Summary: Evan has a bad day and John comforts him.
Evan’s bruised and battered and tired and he’s got a godawful headache to boot, so he scowls a little more at the Marines he’s supposed to be screaming at and smiles inwardly when they shrink a little further into their chairs. It was a stupid stunt, and if it had gone wrong people could’ve gotten seriously hurt, but luckily for everyone involved it hadn’t gotten that far out of hand.
“KP duty,” he tells them finally. “Two weeks each. And if you pull any sort of stupid shit like that again you’ll be detailing the armory floors with your toothbrushes. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir,” they chorus. He pinches the bridge of his nose, because they don’t look all that chastised, but dismisses them anyway.
He’s still got his eyes squeezed shut a minute later when John pokes his head in. “You took care of Baines and Lawson?”
“KP for two weeks,” Evan replies. “And sincere threats as to what would happen if they tried it again.”
“Smart money’s on that happening,” John observes, slipping fully into the room and shutting the door behind him. “Are you okay?”
Evan finally opens his eyes. John is sitting in one of the recently vacated chairs, leaning forward a little. “Not really,” he admits. “My head feels like someone’s beating on pots and pans in there, and every time I close my eyes it’s like seeing a thousand drones exploding a hive ship.”
“Cool,” John grins. Evan gives him the finger and closes his eyes again.
“Hey,” and John’s voice is much closer this time. There’s a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Office hours,” Evan reminds John. “I have to be here.”
John just rolls his eyes. “I’ll make it an order if I have to,” he says mildly, hauling Evan from his chair. “You’re going back to your quarters and you’re going to sleep. I’ll stop by later, and if you’re still feeling bad I’ll have Keller take a look at you.”
“I don’t need to see the doctor,” Evan protests, though his mind is rejoicing at the thought of sleep - a few blissful hours, even, a nice nap if not a full night. The last mission had been hell, with barely six hours’ sleep over the course of four days. Evan is exhausted.
“Sleep,” John says, and Evan isn’t sure how they’d gotten from his office to his quarters so quickly, but he’s suddenly inside, standing next to his bed, a little dumbfounded. He stares down at his bed for a little while, contemplating just dropping in boots and all. There’s a gentle pressure on his shoulder, and John’s helping him sit, looking concerned. “Maybe I should get Keller down here anyway.”
“No,” Evan mumbles, leaning into John. “Just help.”
John hesitates, looking torn between doing as Evan asks and calling for the doctor, but he kneels in front of Evan and begins to unlace his boots, tugging first one and then the other off and putting them aside. His socks are next, and then John stands and walks to the dresser, pulling out an old Academy tee and a pair of sweatpants before returning to the bed. He helps Evan replace his BDUs with the worn pajamas and gets him situated in the bed, pulling the blankets over his frame.
“I’ll stop by later,” John promises as he stands, and Evan reaches out blindly, managing to brush his fingers against John’s.
“Stay,” he mumbles. John sits back down on the edge of the bed.
“Middle of the day, remember?” he points out. “It’s not a good idea.”
Evan would shrug if he could muster the energy. “Stay.”
He hears John sigh and tap on his radio, issuing a few short commands and explanations before toeing off his boots and releasing his thigh holster. He stretches out on top of the blankets, curling his lean frame around Evan’s stockier one, and as soon as John settles his arm around his waist, Evan falls asleep.
It’s dark when he opens his eyes, and there’s soft snoring coming from behind him. Evan doesn’t have to turn around to notice that John’s changed his clothes, that he’s under the sheets, that he’s got his chin tucked into Evan’s shoulder, and that he’s fast asleep. Evan squints to see the clock and realizes that it’s nearly 0230, and that he’s been asleep for close to ten hours.
He also notices that he’s still pretty tired, so he closes his eyes again and drifts away.
He doesn’t open his eyes again until 0845. John’s breathing evenly behind him, but Evan knows he’s awake. “You stayed.”
“All night,” John agrees. “Borrowed some sweats. Hope you don’t mind.”
Evan grins. “It’s the least I could do,” he points out. “I did make you stay.”
John presses a light kiss to the back of his neck. “Do you feel better?”
Evan turns and throws an arm around John’s waist, leaning in to kiss him properly. “Yeah. I really do.”