Jack Built ficlet (Weir/Ronon) AU
This was written for the AU crossover community jack_built. All the characters live in an apartment building and are either working in the local college community or attenting grad school. Or something. It's an AU where anyone can write any pairing and start their own canon thread.
Liz and Professor Ronon Dex. On the elevator. Liz is a bit of dork... Ronon is just cool as ice.
”Hey! Hold the elevator!”
Liz looked up as the doors were sliding closed and threw a foot out, jamming it into the quickly closing space. The doors popped back open, and she looked up into the sparkling eyes of Professor Ronon Dex as he gave her a smile of thanks. She smiled back. Good lord! The man is stunning.
He settled, hands locking around the handle of his briefcase, as the elevator began to slowly lurch upwards. “Thanks,” he said, casting the bottles in her hands a quick glance and then staring up at the numbers above the door.
“Sure.” She stared at the numbers too, trying to ignore that nervous flutter in her stomach. A heavy silence filled the elevator car. Just stand here and don’t say anything. She glanced at him. “This isn’t all for me,” she said. Okay… or you can just randomly blurt something out.
He turned his head and stared at her. “What?”
She held up the two plastic gallon jugs of liquor: rum and vodka, and waved them a bit. “This isn’t all for me.” She made a show of glancing at both jugs with an overdramatic expression of unease. “I mean, if it was… yikes!”
“Oh,” he said.
She lowered the jugs. “No, it’s for me and my roommate. I mean, we’re having a little get together tonight,” she corrected. Oh, for God’s sake…
He gave a faint smile. “Ah.”
“Yup,” she said, trying to lean back against the elevator wall and look relaxed. “A little fiesta. A little suare’. Might get a leeeeeetle wild.” Oh my God, stop talking.
He gave a nod and the smile again. He clearly thought she was nuts. “That’s great.”
Silence filled the elevator again. Just quit now.
“If we make too much noise, just give a shout. Don’t want to bother anyone.”
He glanced at her again. “Okay.”
She studied him. They were almost to their floor. “Or, well, if you wanted to, you could stop by, maybe. If you wanted to.” She tried to sound casual. Her heart pounded.
He gave her a quick smile. “I’m not really allowed to fraternize with the students like that, but thanks.”
“Oh, right! Right.” She nodded, and then kept on nodding. Ronon lifted an arm and glanced at his watch; it had an elegant silver band and looked expensive. She felt that flutter again. My God he was just so… “But we’re not really students, per se. I mean, we’re grad students, and except for Daniel none of us are even in your department, so I mean, if you wanted to fraternize with one of… I mean, come to the party, it would probably be okay!” OH MY GOD, ELIZABETH, STOP TALKING NOW!!
The elevator came to a jerky stop and the bell dinged, opening the doors. He was staring at her with raised eyebrows, and he gave a neutral little shrug. “Ummm… right. Well, I’ll think about it. I have a lot of work to do, but…”
“Right!” Liz interjected immediately, smiling. “Of course. I just thought I’d mention it, casually. In a totally casual manner, I mean. No problem.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
She held up the bottles again in a goodbye wave. “Okay!”
The doors closed.
She opened her mouth and gave a silent scream, raising the bottles over her head. “Oh my GOD! What is my problem?!” She turned in a circle, miming braining herself with one of the jugs.
There was another ding and the doors slid open again.
She slowly lowered the bottles and turned around, facing Ronon again.
He stared at her as she returned to normal, giving him a curious glance. “Ahhhh, I’m sorry, but don’t you live on this floor too?” He gestured toward the hallway.
She blinked at him. “Oh. Yes. Yes, I do.” She eased out past him. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” He walked toward his apartment. “See you later.”
“Right O!” She waved one of the bottles. When he was gone, she turned and ran down the hall.
Sam came out of the kitchen as she slid in the door to their apartment and collapsed in a heap behind it. “What’s wrong?”
“You might want to cancel the party tonight.”
Sam stared. “What? Why?”
“Because I’m going to kill myself now, and I think my death will put a damper on the party.” She thought about it. “I hope my death would put a damper on the party…”
Sam put her hands on hips and gave her an expectant look. “What did you do?”
“I allowed Professor Dex to meet my mouth on the elevator.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Well, he is pretty hot…”
“Not like that! God, your mind is a lot dirtier than people think.”
“So I take it the conversation didn’t flow?”
“Worse than that, I actually talked the whole time.”
“Oh,” Sam grimaced. “Eesh.”
“Yes. Eesh.” She raised her hands to her face, still holding the bottles. “I can’t believe I want to mediate treaties between warring countries for a living! What was I thinking?”
“That you want to bring on world peace?”
She gasped and looked up at Sam. “Oh my God, I’m the Anti-Christ and I was sent here to cause the apocalypse!”
Sam raised an eyebrow and got pensive. “If you’re the Anti-Christ could you make Rodney sprout a curly tail and a little pig nose?”
~end~
It’s an abrupt ending, I know, but I need to go make dinner. :P
Liz and Professor Ronon Dex. On the elevator. Liz is a bit of dork... Ronon is just cool as ice.
”Hey! Hold the elevator!”
Liz looked up as the doors were sliding closed and threw a foot out, jamming it into the quickly closing space. The doors popped back open, and she looked up into the sparkling eyes of Professor Ronon Dex as he gave her a smile of thanks. She smiled back. Good lord! The man is stunning.
He settled, hands locking around the handle of his briefcase, as the elevator began to slowly lurch upwards. “Thanks,” he said, casting the bottles in her hands a quick glance and then staring up at the numbers above the door.
“Sure.” She stared at the numbers too, trying to ignore that nervous flutter in her stomach. A heavy silence filled the elevator car. Just stand here and don’t say anything. She glanced at him. “This isn’t all for me,” she said. Okay… or you can just randomly blurt something out.
He turned his head and stared at her. “What?”
She held up the two plastic gallon jugs of liquor: rum and vodka, and waved them a bit. “This isn’t all for me.” She made a show of glancing at both jugs with an overdramatic expression of unease. “I mean, if it was… yikes!”
“Oh,” he said.
She lowered the jugs. “No, it’s for me and my roommate. I mean, we’re having a little get together tonight,” she corrected. Oh, for God’s sake…
He gave a faint smile. “Ah.”
“Yup,” she said, trying to lean back against the elevator wall and look relaxed. “A little fiesta. A little suare’. Might get a leeeeeetle wild.” Oh my God, stop talking.
He gave a nod and the smile again. He clearly thought she was nuts. “That’s great.”
Silence filled the elevator again. Just quit now.
“If we make too much noise, just give a shout. Don’t want to bother anyone.”
He glanced at her again. “Okay.”
She studied him. They were almost to their floor. “Or, well, if you wanted to, you could stop by, maybe. If you wanted to.” She tried to sound casual. Her heart pounded.
He gave her a quick smile. “I’m not really allowed to fraternize with the students like that, but thanks.”
“Oh, right! Right.” She nodded, and then kept on nodding. Ronon lifted an arm and glanced at his watch; it had an elegant silver band and looked expensive. She felt that flutter again. My God he was just so… “But we’re not really students, per se. I mean, we’re grad students, and except for Daniel none of us are even in your department, so I mean, if you wanted to fraternize with one of… I mean, come to the party, it would probably be okay!” OH MY GOD, ELIZABETH, STOP TALKING NOW!!
The elevator came to a jerky stop and the bell dinged, opening the doors. He was staring at her with raised eyebrows, and he gave a neutral little shrug. “Ummm… right. Well, I’ll think about it. I have a lot of work to do, but…”
“Right!” Liz interjected immediately, smiling. “Of course. I just thought I’d mention it, casually. In a totally casual manner, I mean. No problem.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
She held up the bottles again in a goodbye wave. “Okay!”
The doors closed.
She opened her mouth and gave a silent scream, raising the bottles over her head. “Oh my GOD! What is my problem?!” She turned in a circle, miming braining herself with one of the jugs.
There was another ding and the doors slid open again.
She slowly lowered the bottles and turned around, facing Ronon again.
He stared at her as she returned to normal, giving him a curious glance. “Ahhhh, I’m sorry, but don’t you live on this floor too?” He gestured toward the hallway.
She blinked at him. “Oh. Yes. Yes, I do.” She eased out past him. “Thanks.”
“Sure.” He walked toward his apartment. “See you later.”
“Right O!” She waved one of the bottles. When he was gone, she turned and ran down the hall.
Sam came out of the kitchen as she slid in the door to their apartment and collapsed in a heap behind it. “What’s wrong?”
“You might want to cancel the party tonight.”
Sam stared. “What? Why?”
“Because I’m going to kill myself now, and I think my death will put a damper on the party.” She thought about it. “I hope my death would put a damper on the party…”
Sam put her hands on hips and gave her an expectant look. “What did you do?”
“I allowed Professor Dex to meet my mouth on the elevator.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Well, he is pretty hot…”
“Not like that! God, your mind is a lot dirtier than people think.”
“So I take it the conversation didn’t flow?”
“Worse than that, I actually talked the whole time.”
“Oh,” Sam grimaced. “Eesh.”
“Yes. Eesh.” She raised her hands to her face, still holding the bottles. “I can’t believe I want to mediate treaties between warring countries for a living! What was I thinking?”
“That you want to bring on world peace?”
She gasped and looked up at Sam. “Oh my God, I’m the Anti-Christ and I was sent here to cause the apocalypse!”
Sam raised an eyebrow and got pensive. “If you’re the Anti-Christ could you make Rodney sprout a curly tail and a little pig nose?”
~end~
It’s an abrupt ending, I know, but I need to go make dinner. :P