A/N: I lied. I said I'd post tomorrow. I got bored. So shoot me.
A/N2: fyd818 has semi-converted me into a John/Elizabeth shipper, but don't worry, Ronon/Teyla and McWinter are still going strong.
A/N3: BiteMeTechie's When Plot Bunnies Attack forum. 100 starting lines. #117, "Where's my skateboard?"
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"Where's my skateboard?" I muse, scratching my head as I sort through my numerous piles of belongings. I throw five unmatched socks over my shoulder, as well as three pairs of boxers, two different combat boots, twenty unfinished mission reports, and a paper plate holding a slice of something that used to slightly resemble pizza, before a noise behind me causes me to stand up, holding my Playboy magazine collection.
Oops.
"Uh, Elizabeth!" I stammer, trying unsuccessfully to cover up the mess in my room. "I was . . . just . . . cleaning up my room a bit," I say as I cast my eyes around, looking for a shirt. Giving up, I reach down into my laundry bin and pull on the one from yesterday. I look back up at her, giving the "kid gets caught with his hand in the cookie jar but he thought it was a computer" face, but apparently she's not buying it.
She stoops down and picks up one of the reports I tossed. I wince. She looks at it, then at me, her eyebrows raised in an unspoken question. Yep. I'm in for it.
Okay, Sparky, try to bluff your way out of it, ya never know, it might work.
"Those were the rough drafts of the reports, I'm sure you've seen the final copies I've turned in," I say, gesturing towards the papers she's holding. Apparently it works, because she drops the papers unceremoniously on the floor and speaks.
"Ronon's looking for you."
Crap. I knew I was late . . .
"Yeah, I know, I told him I'd teach him to skateboard," I say, turning back to rummage through my junk before continuing, "but I can't find my board!"
She coughs discreetly and I turn back to her, only to have my jaw drop open in astonishment as I see that she's holding my favorite skateboard, the black one with fire decals, and she's smiling.
I sigh in aggravated relief, walking toward her with my hand held out.
"Oh my God, thank you so much, where'd you find it?"
She shrugs, backing out of the door, and to my horror she gives me that evil grin she has but seldom uses, as she puts the board down and puts her right foot on it.
Uh-oh. She's goofy.
"Um, Elizabeth?" I try, but she shakes her head and says, "Sorry, John, but I haven't had a chance to do this since I left Earth," before pushing off and speeding away.
I rush to the hall, but she's already almost to the turn and she's going fast. Shaking my head in wonder, I hurry back to my room and turn my closet inside-out to find my other board, then I run out to the corridor and go after her.
As I'm zooming past startled technicians, I see Laura Cadman standing in an alcove, smiling and looking in the direction Elizabeth went. As I roll up to her, she turns to me and shouts, "She went for the training room."
I yell my thanks back over my shoulder as I speed up, hoping that she'll let me help her show Ronon the ropes. I laugh happily as I fly past doors and people, the wind rushing through my already messed-up hair. Fleeting images of disgruntled scientists picking up their papers just to have me knock them over again hit me, and I smile. I may have to marry that woman, I think, as I near the training complex. It's nice to have a few surprises sometimes.
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A/N: Heehee. I'm good at plot-less.
A/N2: "Goofy" is a skateboarding and snowboarding term for when your right foot is forward on the board and your back foot is your left.
