Disclaimer: They're not mine I'm just playing with them and will put them back where I found them.
Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay
Pairing: J/E
Spoilers: Slight Trinity mention
Note: My first fan fic I've ever done so please please please give feedback, tx.
A Gateroom With a View
Walking into the Gateroom Rodney McKay glanced up towards Dr Weir's office. With a sign he noted that she and John were still arguing.
Ever since returning from the latest diplomatic mission they had been at odds, it having gone sour after John's military interference. The situation put the two at opposite ends of their professional spectrum. Rodney highly suspected however that John's intervention was more to do with keeping Elizabeth safe than any real military collaboration concerns.
The two now faced each other angrily, his face looked determined and hers was obviously upset. With the door shut he couldn't hear a word they were saying but neither looked about to back down or willing to apologise. John had his arms crossed defensively as Elizabeth began pacing about her office in palpable frustration.
With an inward cringe at the memory, Rodney remembered his own chastisement by Dr Weir some time ago; he felt slightly sorry for the colonel. He never wanted to face such an angry Elizabeth Weir again. Unfortunately for John, it seemed inevitable that the two would be at odds where diplomacy and military tactics were so opposed. Given their usual close working relationship it would be extremely difficult to not to let professional disagreements become a more personal insult.
As Rodney continued to watch John began his retort gesticulating ever more wildly in response to her accusations. Finally he must have said something which cut close to home, as anger flashed in her eyes she suddenly spun on her heel and within a few strides was right in front of him. Saying nothing anymore the two stared each other down. John was the first to break the deadlock, lowering his eyes, his hand seemingly of its own accord, reaching out to touch her arm. Visibly relaxing a little she sighed and turned away, back toward her desk.
Her body language spoke of defeat, her head hung low, her lips moved in a gentle whisper. Moving closer to hear John was obviously caught unaware as she spun back round to face him. Mere millimetres apart they paused in surprise at the sudden close proximity. Who moved first Rodney didn't know but just as suddenly their eyes were closed and their lips met. As the anger and frustration was channelled into a different kind of energy the kiss deepened.
Hearing several gasps around him Rodney realised he hadn't been the only one watching Dr Weir's glass office. Whilst strangely compelling and making him a little flushed, it was also somewhat like watching your parents make-out. As far as he knew the two weren't even intimate, well until now. Sure there'd been gossip, innuendo, flirting and a betting pool but until now there had been no proof they were anything other than friends.
After what seemed an eternity the kiss began to slow until finally they broke apart, smiling self consciously now John gently touched her face, apparently concerned to see if she was ok. With a small nod she kissed him gently, running her fingers through his unruly hair and pulled back. Neither spoke for a while, they just looked at each other assessing this new turn of events.
Clearing his throat, Rodney turned towards the stairs and the control room: his original destination. With a slump in his step he realised that he now owed Zelenka $20, there was no way news of this wouldn't spread. But at least John and Elizabeth weren't arguing any more.