Title: Unbetting
Spoiler: From the actual series, none. But this is kind of a sequel for The bet is on! Kind of...
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I only wish I did
Summary: The bets had caused the troubles, how the hell John Sheppard will ask for forgiveness.
A/N: I started this just because last night I couldn't sleep and maybe this way I'll be able to take advantage of the damn insomnia. Any ways, about the fic, I am only making this because my original character Stella, wants to make another appearance. But the fic I'm planning with her happens after the events in Trapped. And the other day while reading The bet is on! I realized that John and Elizabeth never officially made up. But as those that know, I integrated parts of The bet is on in the fic Trapped. So before moving on, I wanted to clear the fluffy stuff. Am I making any sense? Maybe not, blame it on the lack of sleep. Not beta'd
Enjoy!
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Night Talks
It's been a week since the naked run around the city, and John was still regretting the decision of making a bet involving Elizabeth. She's in speaking terms with him, but not as before and that is bothering him; big time. He now walked to her room, convinced that he will try to convince her that he never intended to do any harm and least to her.
But how he will do it? Not a clue, maybe he'll fall on his knees and will beg for forgiveness, but that won't do it. He didn't had anywhere to buy flowers or get some fancy chocolates, so he's stuck with the good old apology.
John knocked on the door and waited, nothing. It was now very late and he made sure she wasn't on her office before coming here. He knocked again... nothing. Maybe she's in the mess hall, so he walked that way, with every intention of meeting her and talk to her. But when he arrived, she wasn't there. The only person inside the mess hall was Rodney McKay. Who's head was on the table and looked sound asleep. John sighted heavily, this was not his day. Carefully, he walked into the empty kitchen and made a bit of coffee. Then he walked out of the kitchen with two mugs in hand. He walked towards Rodney's table and sat on the chair across from McKay.
John placed one of the coffee mugs in front of McKay's nose and the man started to stir up. Rodney opened his eyes and startled looked up, John was smiling at him. "Don't you think a bed is more comfortable?" Rodney looked disoriented and John pushed the coffee mug closer to the man, "What are you doing here?"
"Taking a break, what about you?" Rodney grabbed the mug and smelled the coffee while John stared at his mug, "I was looking for Elizabeth, have you seen her?"
"No."
John sipped his coffee slowly, trying to clear his mind and trying not to loose his nerve and find Elizabeth. He passed a hand through his hair, feeling the bump on the back. He had to smile, she will be the end of him and John knew it. Rodney took a bit of coffee and looked at Sheppard, "Don't worry, she'll forgive you."
Rodney stood up and started to make his way to the door, John stared at him, "You think so?"
"Sure, in about a thousand years."
John glared at Rodney, and replied sarcastically, "Thanks!"
Rodney stopped at the door, "Thanks for the coffee."
And just like that Rodney walked out of the mess hall. Once he finished his coffee, John stood up and walked out of the mess hall. He will try at least one more time at her room, if she doesn't answer there's always tomorrow.
Once there, he knocked on the door; and waited. Nothing... he was curious, where could she be? He thought of returning to his room, but John knew better. There was no way he could sleep right now.
But suddenly and idea came to him, and he made his way to his room. He had a nice cool bath, put on his comfy pajama pants and a loose shirt. And he set out for his favorite balcony, not the southwest pier. That one was for important occasions only. But the one he was headed to was closer to his room and it was lower, so he had a better ocean sound there.
He found the door and walked out. The air was soft on his skin, and he liked having the tingling feeling of just bathed skin against the wind. John closed in on the railing and sat down on it with his feet on the outside. He just needed 15 minutes, and he'll be ready to sleep. And maybe tomorrow he'll have the way to get to talk with Elizabeth.
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Elizabeth was a bit tired, she had spent her last couple of hours hidden. Doing some work, that if she'd be in her office it would've been interrupted for sure. Specially by that particular Major, that she knew he had been walking around lately like a sad puppy. Damn you and that face you make. But you must suffer... at least a bit more.
As she made her way towards her room, she spotted that certain Major walking around in his pajamas. Weird, she had never seen him like this, he's always in his uniform. With that thought in mind she followed him cautiously. Elizabeth didn't wanted John to discover her following him. That would give him too many questions, and could follow up to a conversation that she had managed to evade for the last week.
So she watched him go out to a balcony, where he sat on the rails facing the ocean. She slowly walked out behind him, before the door closed. And in all fairness she decided to sneak on him.
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John was feeling relaxed, and his mind started wandering. He thought of Elizabeth and hoped that everything could go back to normal. He now thought of that day when she walked in on him on his room, and when she walked in on him on the showers... well she had a tendency of walking in on him while he was naked. Maybe it was a sign from the heavens or she just liked to see him naked. After all she did made him run along Rodney around Atlantis.
John had to smile, a smile that quickly faded when he thought about what to tell her. But all his thoughts were interrupted when something poked him hard on his ribs; startled he jumped and slipped off the railing. Yep, definitely not his day.
TBC...
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A/N: Reviews please!
