First Date [1/1]
Title First Date [1/1]
Fandom Stargate Atlantis
Rating PG-13
Pairing John/Elizabeth
Summary John gets sick on the night he and Elizabeth were supposed to have their first date.
Warnings Not my best fic
Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters in this fic, this event is just a part of my imagination
Notes: Written for hc_bingo using the "minor Illness" Square. Takes place in the Colliding Worlds Universe.
That morning Colonel John Sheppard literally hopped out of bed and made his way. Today was going to be a good day, he and his team were going to go to a planet where Teyla confirmed there was no hostile people, an easy travel. Then when he returned later tonight, it was his first date with Elizabeth, something it took him a lot of courage to finally do. They were going to go to a nice little Ancient Hot Tub Dr. Thomas Moore and Dr. Rodney McKay found on an excursion. Nothing was going to stand in the way of this date not even….
“Oh come on,” John grumbled.
The moment he got out of bed there was a horrible pain in his stomach. On instinct his hands gripped onto the muscles of his abdomen hoping the pain will go away.
“It’s nothing,” He whispered, “it’s probably nerves, it will go away.”
And with that he popped a few Tums and went on his merry way.
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“If your people ally with our people,” Teyla Emmagan said to the leader of the people that inhabited MX-138, “you will not only be exposed to the advanced technology that the city of the ancients have to offer….but have shelter if the ancients forbid the wraith attack you.”
John tried to pay attention to what was going on during the meeting. But his stomach…wasn’t giving him any rest. It was if a giant vice was pushing against his stomach. The wave of nausea started to come over him like a storm. He was uncomfortable He did his best to hide his discomfort. But it was obvious to John, who liked to hide his emotions, it wasn’t working.
“Is it always like this?” Ronon Dex, the newest member of their team asked Rodney McKay, “always so fidgety?”
John’s eyes scanned around the room. Almost everyone was giving him strange looks at his discomfort except for the leader and Teyla who were engaged in a conversation and of course his 12th Great Grandfather Dr. Thomas Moore who in a wild twist wound up in Atlantis, was gazing at him with concern. As much as John loved having a relative who gave two shits about him, it was annoying. He always had to pry into his wellbeing.
“Are you alright?” Thomas whispered in his ear.
“I’m fine gramps,” John murmured back.
“Hum,” The Tudor England native said, “Colonel Sheppard and I need to step out for a moment you can continue the meeting.”
Before John could even protest, Thomas grabbed him by the arm and led him out of the room and to what like the Pegasus version of a public bathroom. It often did amaze him to find out that the natives from light years away were not so different from them, not one bit.
But the trip to the bathroom did nothing to help the stomach ache. This time his stomach felt sore and tender and he felt bile creeping up his throat. He was ready to yack.
Not tonight John, He thought.
“Are you alright John?” Moore asked, “I mean, at first I thought it was nerves for your date…but you look terrible.”
“I told you gramps I’m fine it’s just…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence…the next thing he knew bile spewed from his mouth and all over his ancestor’s dark clothing.
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This was another instance on why he was a walking case of bad luck…..he finally got the date he wanted with Elizabeth only to get the stomach virus, as Carson diagnoised it, hours before. He lied in bed, stomach throbbing and the room spinning in a wave of dizziness. He knew if he got up and walked to the bathroom, he was going to hurl again…left to dream of the date that might have been.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door,
“Come in,” he said groggily.
He didn’t even bother to lift his head. He only heard the door opening and shut behind the visitor and the footsteps slowly moving towards the bed. The bed sunk down a little, indicating someone was sitting at the edge. John turned his head a little to see Elizabeth putting a big bottle of Ginger Ale on the bedside table.
“You shouldn’t get too close,” John said again, “you’ll get sick too.”
“I’ll live,” She said, her long fingers stroking his forehead, “in grade school when everyone got the stomach flu, or strep I seemed to be unaffected….I don’t think this will be an exception…besides we had a date remember.”
“Yeah but what kinda date will I be just laying in bed sick?”
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It wasn’t what one would expect as date. It was more of Elizabeth caring for him as they talked and watched movies, bringing him chicken soup, giving him some ginger ale to drink if his aches flared up, she even rubbed his back if he threw up. But the time flew. It was seven when she got in there, but when John looked at the clock it was 11 o’ clock at night. Of course the night didn’t end with a good night kiss, but a kiss on the forehead. It wasn’t your typical one but as first dates went it had to be John’s favorite
Fandom Stargate Atlantis
Rating PG-13
Pairing John/Elizabeth
Summary John gets sick on the night he and Elizabeth were supposed to have their first date.
Warnings Not my best fic
Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters in this fic, this event is just a part of my imagination
Notes: Written for hc_bingo using the "minor Illness" Square. Takes place in the Colliding Worlds Universe.
That morning Colonel John Sheppard literally hopped out of bed and made his way. Today was going to be a good day, he and his team were going to go to a planet where Teyla confirmed there was no hostile people, an easy travel. Then when he returned later tonight, it was his first date with Elizabeth, something it took him a lot of courage to finally do. They were going to go to a nice little Ancient Hot Tub Dr. Thomas Moore and Dr. Rodney McKay found on an excursion. Nothing was going to stand in the way of this date not even….
“Oh come on,” John grumbled.
The moment he got out of bed there was a horrible pain in his stomach. On instinct his hands gripped onto the muscles of his abdomen hoping the pain will go away.
“It’s nothing,” He whispered, “it’s probably nerves, it will go away.”
And with that he popped a few Tums and went on his merry way.
-------
“If your people ally with our people,” Teyla Emmagan said to the leader of the people that inhabited MX-138, “you will not only be exposed to the advanced technology that the city of the ancients have to offer….but have shelter if the ancients forbid the wraith attack you.”
John tried to pay attention to what was going on during the meeting. But his stomach…wasn’t giving him any rest. It was if a giant vice was pushing against his stomach. The wave of nausea started to come over him like a storm. He was uncomfortable He did his best to hide his discomfort. But it was obvious to John, who liked to hide his emotions, it wasn’t working.
“Is it always like this?” Ronon Dex, the newest member of their team asked Rodney McKay, “always so fidgety?”
John’s eyes scanned around the room. Almost everyone was giving him strange looks at his discomfort except for the leader and Teyla who were engaged in a conversation and of course his 12th Great Grandfather Dr. Thomas Moore who in a wild twist wound up in Atlantis, was gazing at him with concern. As much as John loved having a relative who gave two shits about him, it was annoying. He always had to pry into his wellbeing.
“Are you alright?” Thomas whispered in his ear.
“I’m fine gramps,” John murmured back.
“Hum,” The Tudor England native said, “Colonel Sheppard and I need to step out for a moment you can continue the meeting.”
Before John could even protest, Thomas grabbed him by the arm and led him out of the room and to what like the Pegasus version of a public bathroom. It often did amaze him to find out that the natives from light years away were not so different from them, not one bit.
But the trip to the bathroom did nothing to help the stomach ache. This time his stomach felt sore and tender and he felt bile creeping up his throat. He was ready to yack.
Not tonight John, He thought.
“Are you alright John?” Moore asked, “I mean, at first I thought it was nerves for your date…but you look terrible.”
“I told you gramps I’m fine it’s just…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence…the next thing he knew bile spewed from his mouth and all over his ancestor’s dark clothing.
-------
This was another instance on why he was a walking case of bad luck…..he finally got the date he wanted with Elizabeth only to get the stomach virus, as Carson diagnoised it, hours before. He lied in bed, stomach throbbing and the room spinning in a wave of dizziness. He knew if he got up and walked to the bathroom, he was going to hurl again…left to dream of the date that might have been.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door,
“Come in,” he said groggily.
He didn’t even bother to lift his head. He only heard the door opening and shut behind the visitor and the footsteps slowly moving towards the bed. The bed sunk down a little, indicating someone was sitting at the edge. John turned his head a little to see Elizabeth putting a big bottle of Ginger Ale on the bedside table.
“You shouldn’t get too close,” John said again, “you’ll get sick too.”
“I’ll live,” She said, her long fingers stroking his forehead, “in grade school when everyone got the stomach flu, or strep I seemed to be unaffected….I don’t think this will be an exception…besides we had a date remember.”
“Yeah but what kinda date will I be just laying in bed sick?”
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It wasn’t what one would expect as date. It was more of Elizabeth caring for him as they talked and watched movies, bringing him chicken soup, giving him some ginger ale to drink if his aches flared up, she even rubbed his back if he threw up. But the time flew. It was seven when she got in there, but when John looked at the clock it was 11 o’ clock at night. Of course the night didn’t end with a good night kiss, but a kiss on the forehead. It wasn’t your typical one but as first dates went it had to be John’s favorite