Author's Note: Just another side story… I've changed it around a lot for the starting 4 chapters So yeah! ENJOY and also a disclaimer I do not own any of SGA franchise or Temptation (the song) I just merely borrow them for my non profitable enjoyment
The piano played out the familiar tune the dark side bar had the fans above whirled slowly doing nothing to change the hot temperature of the room it was merely for aesthetic purposes, people sat at small tables directed toward the small stage where a spotlight shined on the Piano and small band.
Peyton, sat on top of an upright piano with her legs crossed seductively leaning back on one hand microphone in the other. She wore a heart shaped strapless green dress that cling to her curves like a second skin with a slit up to her thigh that showed off her legs. Her blonde hair was long and styled to one side with half travelling down the front and back of her left shoulder, the crowd whistled and cheered as she began to sing.
"Rusted brandy in a diamond glass, Everything is made from dreams, time is made from honey… slow and sweet…"
It was very reminiscent of the 1920's and 30's she felt a little bit like Jessica Rabbit every time she was on stage singing the tune and sashaying around but a girl had to make a living.
"Only the fool knows what it means… Temptation…." She drawled in a sweet voice "Temptation ….temptation I can't resist" she continued to sing as she stepped down from the piano,
"Oui, je sais…Qu'il est fait de fume…Oui, je me suis paumé…Il sait que je suis fauche..Mais a moi de jouer" Peyton sashayed across the stage "Oui…Tentation…Tentation…Tentation…Je peux pas résister " She continued to sing seductively.
John Sheppard sat back with a beer at the bar and watched as Peyton walked through the audience singing she stroked shoulders looked seductively at certain men and women while dismissing others with a saucy smile as she made her way back to the stage to finish the song. The crowd applauded and Peyton bowed and thanked the band and asked the patrons to tip generously to piano player before she walked up to bar. It had been over a year maybe 2 since he's last seen her.
"You look beautiful" John said as Peyton stood next to him, she ordered a glass of Sparkling water. No trace of a blush just a small smile she turned to him and eyed him up and down.
"Thank you" she purred she moved in close there was no mistaking her interest in him.
"You are welcome" John said
"I was talking to the bartender" Peyton said seductively she was so close he could smell her signature scent after all these years she never changed it. She picked up the small of Sparkling water and took a sip and then tilted her head to one side.
"I guess it was worth a try" John said with a wolfish smile.
"You think I'd fall for your charming looks and American swagger?" She asked in a low voice, she spoke with a soft French accent marred with a mixture of other accents John couldn't place. It was strange to hear her speak this way when last they spoke she had an American accent. But then the blonde hair and the green dress were also strange he barely recognised her except for the unmistakable Azure eyes that were definitely hers.
"I'd say I have a lot more to offer than the average guy" John said back smarmy
"Hmm well you do smell very delicious" Peyton replied "What is it you Americans say a tall glass of water?" She moved in even closer feeling the warmth of his body through his suit, it was distracting the warm, masculine scent clung to his skin she wondered how she had forgotten it, it made her hungry.
"It's a cool drink of water" John corrected he seemed to be in the same spell as she traced her finger down his jaw and neck. She was driving him crazy and she knew it.
"Hmm you don't look very cool, but hot maybe we could go somewhere quieter" Peyton said her face so close he felt her breath mingle with his their lips so close he could just move one millimetre and they'd touch.
"Let's" John said he placed his half finished beer
"Gerard, I'm off for the night" she said to the Bartender
"See you tomorrow Eden" he replied and waved before going back to the other patrons.
"Shall we?" Peyton said with come hither eyes at John, he swallowed knowing his goose was cooked.
As soon as the door closed on John Sheppard's hotel suite Peyton turned on the Radio and walked up to John, she pulled him into an embrace "What the hell are you doing here Sheppard?" she demanded hotly in his ear the American accent was back.
"What an old friend can't drop by?" he replied in a low voice his hands travelled slowly down her back, she shivered in pleasure and tried to control herself.
"No, Are you trying to blow my cover?" she hissed "Before you answer remember I'm being monitored so try not to speak so loud or use my name" she peeled off his jacket, he knew she was being monitored as they were followed from the bar, they given the man the slip but he knew Peyton never took a chance.
"I need your help" he pleaded, she pulled back and eyed him while unbuttoning his shirt she smiled saucily.
"The last time you said that I ended up being shot" Peyton said not happy to be in this situation. But she didn't let her face show it for anyone who would be spying it would seem like she was enjoying herself.
"I said I was sorry for that" John said wincing at the memory "Please just hear me out"
"What's the point, as you can see I'm in the middle of something here" Peyton said she kissed his neck and opened his shirt.
"Well I have orders from your boss" John said as he slowly moved her over to where the bed was.
"Really you have that kind of pulling power?" She whispered
"I have something that is a tiny bit more important than whatever is going on in Cannes" John said, Peyton stepped on his foot and he groaned, she pushed him onto the bed and straddled him.
"Really, so what you are saying is I wasted 2 months spying on this little terrorist cell for nothing… and now want me to help you fry smaller fish?" She whispered back she ran her hands over his chest.
"My fish are bigger, promise" John said trying to control his reaction to her body rubbing against his unsuccessfully it seemed as her tongue ran across his collar bone.
"I'm sure that's what you say to all the ladies" She smarted she nipped his earlobe with her teeth, he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate.
"I need you" John said seriously, when her handler Campbell said the only way he'd get to talk to her was by pretending to be her latest one night stand he thought he could handle it but now he wanted nothing more than to make the show as realistic as possible.
Peyton sighed "Fine, but if this turns out to be a wild goose chase or I get shot again… I will shot you"
"Sounds only fair" John breathed as kissed her shoulder
"When do we leave?"
"Tonight"
Peyton rolled off of John and turned off the radio and sighed "Don't worry Ma Cherie it is a problem that happens to every man maybe we go order some Champagne to relax" She said in a normal level of speech.
John groaned as he was not having that problem.
Few hours later,
They sat in the hold of a Hercules transport airplane somewhere over the North Atlantic Ocean.
Peyton had read the haphazard of notes John had written and closed the folder "You really believe that this place you work at is clean?" She asked
"No" John said over the loud noise of the Hercules engine they were on their way back to the States. Peyton was now dressed in a tight black suit her blonde hair tired back into a pony tail she looked professional but he couldn't wipe the image of her in the green dress with her hair out from his mind.
"That's why I want you on the inside of the ranks to help find the other bad eggs" He told her
"Joy… you know I learnt a lot of new interrogation techniques from the Mossad last year when I did an exchange program… can't say it will agree with those pesky Geneva conventions but you know no pain no gain"
"No, anyway the source has been moved to a secure location" John said, shaking his head he had a feeling she and Ronon would get on great swapping interrogation techniques and sparring.
"So what's my cover?" Peyton said slightly disappointed
"Brie Ryder"
"Wow you couldn't have come up with a worse name"
"I could have gone with Brie Tanner but then the twilight fans might pick up on it"
"It's a little sad that you know that" Peyton said
"You'll make it work" John said ignoring her jibe, he held up her alias's personnel file.
"Give me, can't believe Campbell agreed to this" Peyton said he handed it over, she skimmed through the finer details.
"Well, I think he wants a holiday" Sheppard said watching her
"Engineering, linguistics and weapons expert… Ex-Army EOD Technician Gee is there anything I can't do? this reads like MacGyver"
"A female, Australian MacGyver who likes guns, I need you be a floater between departments without raising questions… It won't be a hard task"
"You said that in Bolivia" Peyton said,
"You just don't forgive and forget do you?"
"Memory like an elephant" Peyton said with a smile
"Then what about Russia?"
"I remember Russia, cursing and dragging your sorry ass all over the place"
"I was thinking more to"
Peyton looked up with a knowing smile "Yes, I haven't forgotten but you know my rule"
"You have rules now?"
"Had to after you" She looked back at the file "Australian… you really want me to shoot you don't you?" She asked
"You going to keep complaining?" John asked back he had missed her wry sense of humour
"Maybe…" she shrugged "So what's our relationship?"
"What?" John asked he wasn't sure whom she was referring to him and her or her Alias.
"Well do you and Little Miss Brie Ryder have a past?" Peyton clarified
"Ah No, we share a clean slate" He answered, they on the other hand, had baggage not that they ever discussed it.
"Ok… Don't expect me to be nice" Peyton said with a sweet smile
"You have to be I'm your boss" He said returning the smile.