010. Years; Twists and Turns
Title: Twists and Turns
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Amelia Banks, Chuck
Prompt: 010 Years
Word Count: 672
Rating: G
Summary: It was a particularly slow day on Atlantis, if a day on Atlantis could ever be called slow.
Notes: Yup, first attempt at Amelia/Chuck. Let me know what you think. LDT
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It was a particularly slow day on Atlantis, if a day on Atlantis could ever be called slow. There were only two technicians on in the control room at this time currently coming up to the end of their six hour rotation. Unfortunately, the end couldn’t come fast enough.
“How old do you think Atlantis is?”
“ten billion years...” Came the sarcastic reply from across the console. She looked up from her position stretched out in her chair. She had been having a rather interesting study of the ceiling when a crack had caught her attention. It was miniscule. She wasn’t even sure how she saw it in the first place. But after his reply, her focus was on the man opposite her.
“You didn’t even hesitate.” She stated simply, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Either you’ve thought really long and hard about this before or you’re making it up.”
He gave a short laugh and raised an eyebrow in her direction. “That’s great. I’m either useless or a liar. Which is it?”
She pretended to think about it, even daring to bite her finger in concentration. “I haven’t decided. Do I have to pick one?” She gave a wicked grin and he tried to look around him for something to throw at her from his place at the other side. He couldn’t see anything that he couldn’t risk breaking so he pointed a finger at her, narrowing his eyes.
“You’re lucky I’ve already thrown all I can at you.”
She didn’t miss the double meaning behind what he said, even if he didn’t realise it. “Wow, that says something...”
“Don’t make me come over there, Banks.”
“Oh please, you wouldn’t risk losing your groove in that chair of yours. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was permanent.”
Chuck made to get up but thought twice about it and leant back instead. She just aimed her grin at him again.
There were a few more minutes where they attempted to get on with their work, whatever it was, but failed. Amelia started to swivel around in her chair.
“You’re going to fall over...”
“Yes, sir.”
“No, seriously, this floor is very smooth, these chairs could go sliding and you never know where you might end up.” Amelia levelled a stare at him during one of her turns. “I’m speaking from experience.” She stopped by grabbing onto the console when she passed it for the fifth time in a row.
Chuck checked his watch. “Five minutes to go.” He answered when she looked over at him. She nodded and after another long silence, started to tap her fingers on the glass in front of her. He tried to get her to notice his glaring but she ignored it.
“What are you doing after your shift?” He smirked when she stopped and turned to look at him.
“Going to bed...” She answered hesitantly. Everyone else was asleep in most of the city, where else would she be going? He nodded, turning back in his chair to look at the control panel he was meant to be working on.
Soon enough, the replacements came into the control room, laughing and refreshed from their early nap. Chuck updated them with what was going on, which wasn’t much but still managed to catch Amelia before she had reached the transporter.
“I’m starving, want to grab something to eat?” She seemed taken aback by this question and he was about to open his mouth to tell her not to worry about it when she cut him off.
“Why? Afraid of the dark, sir?” She asked, clearly pleased with herself.
“Yes, that’s exactly it.” She wasn’t expecting that and it was his turn to wear her expression. “So?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
They both stepped into the transporter at the same time, but instead of hitting the area of the commissary, Chuck chose the transporter closest to his quarters.
“This time it’s my turn to cook.”
She nodded curtly, trying to hide her smile.
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