John and Teyla Secret Elf Beya Exchange Third Wave: Present #6
For Wedjatqi
Thanksgiving
"Okay, that's it - I'm officially giving up on holidays!"
John's team all looked up from their dinners at his outburst, but none of them looked as impressed/understanding/shocked as they should have been. In fact they looked completely blank.
John slid into a seat next to Ronon and slumped back in the chair, his expression as dark as his mood. "I've spent the last twelve hours in the chair keeping the city shield from collapsing in on itself while the engines got fixed!"
"You did good," Ronon said, not even looking away from his food.
"I worked as fast as I could!" Rodney said defensively. "And I spent those twelve hours crawling through ducts in the depths of the city, so I don't know why you get to be so -"
"That's not my point!" John interrupted him. "Don't you know what day it is today?"
Rodney blinked at him. "Thursday?"
John wasn't sure whether to feel disgusted or exasperated - in the end it was both. He looked at Ronon- he was still eating - and at Teyla, who was looking at him with an expression of polite enquiry. He sighed.
"It's Thanksgiving."
"Oh..." Rodney said. Then he shrugged. "Well, I don't celebrate it, so..."
"Yeah, what's the big deal?" Ronon asked.
"What's the - it's Thanksgiving!" John exclaimed. "It's a day for gorging yourself on roast turkey, not for sitting in the same metal chair for twelve hours holding an ancient city together with your mind."
Rodney shrugged again. "They've got turkey sandwiches today," he said.
John snorted. "Oh yeah, that will definitely make up for it," he said sarcastically.
Teyla smiled. "Happy Thanksgiving, John," she said kindly. "And cheer up - is it not only a few weeks until Christmas?"
John resisted the urge to smile back and instead shook his head dramatically. "Don't care - I'm swearing off holidays for good," he said firmly. "All the holidays this year have been a disaster, and who knows what fresh hell Christmas will bring!"
Teyla frowned. "How have the holidays been a disaster?" She asked.
John shifted uncomfortably, realising he'd put his foot in it. "They just have," he mumbled, looking away from Teyla and at the canteen on the other side of the room. "I'm gonna get a sandwich."
Thanksgiving
"Okay, that's it - I'm officially giving up on holidays!"
John's team all looked up from their dinners at his outburst, but none of them looked as impressed/understanding/shocked as they should have been. In fact they looked completely blank.
John slid into a seat next to Ronon and slumped back in the chair, his expression as dark as his mood. "I've spent the last twelve hours in the chair keeping the city shield from collapsing in on itself while the engines got fixed!"
"You did good," Ronon said, not even looking away from his food.
"I worked as fast as I could!" Rodney said defensively. "And I spent those twelve hours crawling through ducts in the depths of the city, so I don't know why you get to be so -"
"That's not my point!" John interrupted him. "Don't you know what day it is today?"
Rodney blinked at him. "Thursday?"
John wasn't sure whether to feel disgusted or exasperated - in the end it was both. He looked at Ronon- he was still eating - and at Teyla, who was looking at him with an expression of polite enquiry. He sighed.
"It's Thanksgiving."
"Oh..." Rodney said. Then he shrugged. "Well, I don't celebrate it, so..."
"Yeah, what's the big deal?" Ronon asked.
"What's the - it's Thanksgiving!" John exclaimed. "It's a day for gorging yourself on roast turkey, not for sitting in the same metal chair for twelve hours holding an ancient city together with your mind."
Rodney shrugged again. "They've got turkey sandwiches today," he said.
John snorted. "Oh yeah, that will definitely make up for it," he said sarcastically.
Teyla smiled. "Happy Thanksgiving, John," she said kindly. "And cheer up - is it not only a few weeks until Christmas?"
John resisted the urge to smile back and instead shook his head dramatically. "Don't care - I'm swearing off holidays for good," he said firmly. "All the holidays this year have been a disaster, and who knows what fresh hell Christmas will bring!"
Teyla frowned. "How have the holidays been a disaster?" She asked.
John shifted uncomfortably, realising he'd put his foot in it. "They just have," he mumbled, looking away from Teyla and at the canteen on the other side of the room. "I'm gonna get a sandwich."