Title: Paint Our World / Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Genre/Type: Friendship/General / Characters/Pairings: Teyla/Lorne / Series: None
Rating: K+/ Warnings/Spoilers: Brief Mention of Artistic Nudity (and appropriate blushing after) / Setting: Before Season 4 / Written For: Prompt Hobby
A/N: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or any of the pairings etc. This was originally written as a series of drabbles, but I've put them all in chapter form here.
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Whenever anyone mentioned painting, the first thing that came to Teyla's mind was the cave-paintings on her home planet. Plain oranges and browns, symbolizing her people's lives, their histories. But she'd never seen anything quite like it before. Sheppard has told her about him and his after-hours activity. Complained about how he couldn't convince the stubborn man, as John called him, to give up making a mess of Atlantis' balcony's and play golf with him instead. But Teyla had been curious about these activities. Much to John's dismay, she'd gone to a balcony overlooking a tower and the oceans beyond. He was there, in his casual clothes with his back towards her, painting. Teyla paused, just watching as he continued, seemingly oblivious to her presence, and anything else for that matter, except the wonders around him.
"Sheppard send you?" He asked without even turning around. "Him and that golf of his, be the death of him one day." Teyla smiled. She never could understand how he did that; know who was behind him without even looking. Basic training, she supposed, a warrior's instinct. She liked that.
"No he didn't," She replied, "Though he was none too happy to hear I gave up, what did he call it? 'A once in a lifetime opportunity'." Evan smiled and straightened up, tilting his head to look at his work.
"What do you think?" He asked, looking at Teyla. Teyla looked at his creation. What did she think? It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Magnificent. It captured the beauty of the setting sun over the oceans, like…. like, well she didn't know like what. But it was… perfect. She looked up at Evan, smiling. What did she think?
"It's…," She paused, watching as he gave her a curious look, one that somehow made her insides turn to that blue jelly that Rodney always ate, "It's perfect." She finished softly. Evan smiled and Teyla smiled back. He shrugged slightly and looked to where he was capturing the moment.
"That's perfect." He said. Teyla looked to where he watched. He was right, it was perfect. She stole a glance at the Major beside her, who was still as much a mystery to her now as he was when she first met him. He had a look of peace, comfort and contentment, three things that Teyla admired the most about him. The peace and calm that he always radiated made her feel… safe. He smiled softly as he sighed. There it went again, her stomach turning to jelly. She turned back to the view.
"Not being rude," he said, "But why are you here?" Teyla turned towards him to find him watching her. She titled her head to the side.
"Do you wish me to leave?"
"No," He said quickly shaking his head, "It's not that. I like- I mean," He paused and cleared his throat, "It's nice with you here. Kind of like… I don't know, right." Teyla nodded slowly and smiled. Out of all the things on Atlantis, being with this man on a balcony at sunset seemed the most right thing in the world to Teyla. Evan smiled back then looked at his painting. His face suddenly changed and he looked back at Teyla. "You want to learn?"
