092 Christmas; The Perfect Trap
Title: The Perfect Trap
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Ronon Dex, Amelia Banks, Chuck
Prompt: 092 Christmas
Word Count: ~1.140
Rating: PG
Summary: Amelia has a plan.
Notes: Sorry for the very late update. I just got back into writing again after having a really long break due to writers block. This one is a story I just whipped up in a short time to get the juices flowing again so excuse any mistakes. LDT
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Amelia had never thought of herself as a schemer. She usually just went along with what was happening in her life, not complaining or trying to change anything at all. She supposed it was a go-with-the-flow kind of philosophy.
But then again, when she found an idea stuck in her mind, she refused to let it go until it had been fully formed and put into action. Some people might call it stubbornness, she preferred to call it determination.
So when she heard that there was to be a Christmas party this year in the mess hall, that little niggling of an idea formed in her head and refused to leave. Amelia had a plan. And she was going to see it through.
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First, Amelia had to find a way to place the items in the mess hall before anyone would notice. She also had to find a spot that would ensure the most opportunities for... well, for sightings.
While having lunch in there the day before the party was supposed to be set up, Amelia scouted out several places, inconspicuously, of course. As she sipped her coffee at the table she shared with Chuck, she spotted a particular place just over where the food table was to be laid out. It would be perfect, surely people would be gathering there all evening to talk and gather food. And there was a beam above that table, which ensured that people would not see the item while walking towards it, but impossible not to see it as they walked away. The perfect trap.
Amelia must have showed a small twitch of an evil smile as Chuck soon asked if everything was okay. She brushed it off and continued drinking her coffee, now attempting to think of a way of getting it there without people seeing or even suspecting something was going on.
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Luck must have been on Amelia’s side. Soon after the party planning committee had left, Amelia found the chance to sneak into the hall while it was empty. This didn’t happen very often and when Amelia reached the table she finally realised why she had been getting shivers up her spine ever since she entered.
The hall was empty. It was totally and completely void of people. She had never been here when that had happened before. It was so... eerily quiet. To the point where she was a little scared to be here for too much longer.
But her reverie was broken for a small moment when she caught sight of something at the door. Her head snapped so she could see it and when she saw who it was, she released the breath she hadn’t even realised she was holding.
Ronon looked a little surprised, if Ronon could look surprised. It seemed like an odd expression for him but Amelia didn’t take much notice as she was still catching her breath. She was just glad it wasn’t an axe murderer or something. She gently chided herself for that thought as the tall Satedan came striding over.
“What are you doing here?” He asked abruptly. Amelia wasn’t expecting such a question, though why she shouldn’t, she didn’t know. After all, she was here in the middle of the night with a small bag on one arm and a step ladder in the other.
She thought quickly. “Oh, you know, just finishing off the decorations,” She said with a small laugh. Hopefully Ronon didn’t know enough about the Christmas party committee to know that she wasn’t on it.
He just nodded, however, looking slightly suspicious but not enough to call her out on it. “Can I help?”
“Uh...” Amelia didn’t know what to say. If she said no, it might raise his suspicions more. But if she said yes then he would find out her awesome plan and the surprise would be ruined. But then again, when had Ronon ever spilled a secret. No one could accuse him of being the city gossip. “okay, you can help. But on one condition.”
Ronon looked intrigued. “You can’t tell a soul... and you can’t ask why I’m doing it.”
“That’s two.”
“I changed my mind.”
He shrugged in acceptance and Amelia smiled. She put down the bag of goodies as she handed the step ladder to Ronon. He took it and set it up where Amelia told him to. He came back just as Amelia was carefully taking the mistletoe out of the bag.
“What’s that?”
It was a simple enough question. The answer was a little harder to put into words. She decided to leave out the explanation behind it.
“Well, it’s Mistletoe. A fake one, but its close enough that no one will notice.”
“What’s it for?”
“Hey, I said you can’t ask why I’m doing it.” She replied, putting a hand on her hip to reinforce her statement.
“I didn’t ask why,” He said, “I asked what it was for.”
Amelia wanted to protest but she couldn’t argue with logic.
“Well, its a Christmas decoration that...” She paused, almost embarrassed to continue. He was staring pointedly at her, urging her to go on. “Uhh, when a man and a woman meet under the mistletoe... they have to kiss.” She spilled the last bit out as if it was dangerous. But he asked, so she felt obliged to tell him.
He seemed thoughtful for a few seconds. But then he shrugged and they moved on.
It wasn’t until later, when he was holding the ladder steady as Amelia climbed it, mistletoe safely in hand, that he brought the subject up again.
“So... why?”
“What do you mean?” Amelia asked, not really paying attention as she reached up to place the mistletoe on the hook Ronon had put there for her.
“Why do you have to kiss?”
Amelia had never really thought of it before. She paused after she had hung the mistletoe and contemplated it as she descended once again.
“I don’t know,” She concluded, looking up at Ronon now that she was on the ground. “I suppose it’s just a nice tradition that people like to celebrate. I guess it allows people to express feelings that they wouldn’t normally get to express. It’s like the mistletoe gives them an excuse to kiss the person they like.”
He nodded, thinking again. Then suddenly he looked up. She followed his gaze. The mistletoe hung above them, gently twirling from Amelia’s touch.
“So, I get to kiss the person I like when we’re standing under it.” Amelia nodded and Ronon looked back to her again. “Like you and I are doing now.”
She was a little shocked to tell the truth and tried to find some excuse but as Ronon slowly started to lean down, all of them flew out of her head, leaving just one thought as their lips connected.
This was one of her better plans.
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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Ronon Dex, Amelia Banks, Chuck
Prompt: 092 Christmas
Word Count: ~1.140
Rating: PG
Summary: Amelia has a plan.
Notes: Sorry for the very late update. I just got back into writing again after having a really long break due to writers block. This one is a story I just whipped up in a short time to get the juices flowing again so excuse any mistakes. LDT
*
Amelia had never thought of herself as a schemer. She usually just went along with what was happening in her life, not complaining or trying to change anything at all. She supposed it was a go-with-the-flow kind of philosophy.
But then again, when she found an idea stuck in her mind, she refused to let it go until it had been fully formed and put into action. Some people might call it stubbornness, she preferred to call it determination.
So when she heard that there was to be a Christmas party this year in the mess hall, that little niggling of an idea formed in her head and refused to leave. Amelia had a plan. And she was going to see it through.
*
First, Amelia had to find a way to place the items in the mess hall before anyone would notice. She also had to find a spot that would ensure the most opportunities for... well, for sightings.
While having lunch in there the day before the party was supposed to be set up, Amelia scouted out several places, inconspicuously, of course. As she sipped her coffee at the table she shared with Chuck, she spotted a particular place just over where the food table was to be laid out. It would be perfect, surely people would be gathering there all evening to talk and gather food. And there was a beam above that table, which ensured that people would not see the item while walking towards it, but impossible not to see it as they walked away. The perfect trap.
Amelia must have showed a small twitch of an evil smile as Chuck soon asked if everything was okay. She brushed it off and continued drinking her coffee, now attempting to think of a way of getting it there without people seeing or even suspecting something was going on.
*
Luck must have been on Amelia’s side. Soon after the party planning committee had left, Amelia found the chance to sneak into the hall while it was empty. This didn’t happen very often and when Amelia reached the table she finally realised why she had been getting shivers up her spine ever since she entered.
The hall was empty. It was totally and completely void of people. She had never been here when that had happened before. It was so... eerily quiet. To the point where she was a little scared to be here for too much longer.
But her reverie was broken for a small moment when she caught sight of something at the door. Her head snapped so she could see it and when she saw who it was, she released the breath she hadn’t even realised she was holding.
Ronon looked a little surprised, if Ronon could look surprised. It seemed like an odd expression for him but Amelia didn’t take much notice as she was still catching her breath. She was just glad it wasn’t an axe murderer or something. She gently chided herself for that thought as the tall Satedan came striding over.
“What are you doing here?” He asked abruptly. Amelia wasn’t expecting such a question, though why she shouldn’t, she didn’t know. After all, she was here in the middle of the night with a small bag on one arm and a step ladder in the other.
She thought quickly. “Oh, you know, just finishing off the decorations,” She said with a small laugh. Hopefully Ronon didn’t know enough about the Christmas party committee to know that she wasn’t on it.
He just nodded, however, looking slightly suspicious but not enough to call her out on it. “Can I help?”
“Uh...” Amelia didn’t know what to say. If she said no, it might raise his suspicions more. But if she said yes then he would find out her awesome plan and the surprise would be ruined. But then again, when had Ronon ever spilled a secret. No one could accuse him of being the city gossip. “okay, you can help. But on one condition.”
Ronon looked intrigued. “You can’t tell a soul... and you can’t ask why I’m doing it.”
“That’s two.”
“I changed my mind.”
He shrugged in acceptance and Amelia smiled. She put down the bag of goodies as she handed the step ladder to Ronon. He took it and set it up where Amelia told him to. He came back just as Amelia was carefully taking the mistletoe out of the bag.
“What’s that?”
It was a simple enough question. The answer was a little harder to put into words. She decided to leave out the explanation behind it.
“Well, it’s Mistletoe. A fake one, but its close enough that no one will notice.”
“What’s it for?”
“Hey, I said you can’t ask why I’m doing it.” She replied, putting a hand on her hip to reinforce her statement.
“I didn’t ask why,” He said, “I asked what it was for.”
Amelia wanted to protest but she couldn’t argue with logic.
“Well, its a Christmas decoration that...” She paused, almost embarrassed to continue. He was staring pointedly at her, urging her to go on. “Uhh, when a man and a woman meet under the mistletoe... they have to kiss.” She spilled the last bit out as if it was dangerous. But he asked, so she felt obliged to tell him.
He seemed thoughtful for a few seconds. But then he shrugged and they moved on.
It wasn’t until later, when he was holding the ladder steady as Amelia climbed it, mistletoe safely in hand, that he brought the subject up again.
“So... why?”
“What do you mean?” Amelia asked, not really paying attention as she reached up to place the mistletoe on the hook Ronon had put there for her.
“Why do you have to kiss?”
Amelia had never really thought of it before. She paused after she had hung the mistletoe and contemplated it as she descended once again.
“I don’t know,” She concluded, looking up at Ronon now that she was on the ground. “I suppose it’s just a nice tradition that people like to celebrate. I guess it allows people to express feelings that they wouldn’t normally get to express. It’s like the mistletoe gives them an excuse to kiss the person they like.”
He nodded, thinking again. Then suddenly he looked up. She followed his gaze. The mistletoe hung above them, gently twirling from Amelia’s touch.
“So, I get to kiss the person I like when we’re standing under it.” Amelia nodded and Ronon looked back to her again. “Like you and I are doing now.”
She was a little shocked to tell the truth and tried to find some excuse but as Ronon slowly started to lean down, all of them flew out of her head, leaving just one thought as their lips connected.
This was one of her better plans.
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