A/N:Unlike the majority of you, I just don't get the whole Shepard/Weir combo. It doesn't seem plausable to me, they aren't that into each other, so this isn't one of those stories. Anyway, it's a (hopefully) sweet one-shot that I just got a random idea for at midnight one night. For those of you who have me on author alert, I'm still working on my HP fic, I've just been really busy and am having a bit of writers block, hopefully this will break it. If you feel like reading it, even if you have no idea what Stargate is, please do, and please review it. It's called karma.
-Pentagon Merlin
Act 2, Scene 2
By Pentagon Merlin
He had come to this galaxy not knowing what he was going to find. He was leaving behind everything he had ever known, the good, the bad, and the ugly, and he was venturing forth through a wormhole, something he didn't know about until a few days before he left, possibly never to come home.
He had found a soul-eating enemy, some new friends, an ancestry he didn't even know he had, and her. On their first mission they came across a people who would help them, and her. She was an alien beauty, strong and courageous, nothing like the blonde bimbos he'd had one-night-stands with back on Earth. A leader to her people, and everything his mother would have wanted for her son, had she been around, or even classified to know about any of this.
Defending her came naturally to him. When he found her in the cage inside the Wraith ship, he wanted nothing more then to free her, and when it was believed that she was helping the enemy, he knew with all his heart that she wasn't, that it was a lie. He couldn't believe it had been him to put her in danger like that, by activating her locket and then giving it to her, but he realized when he had had the "cling-on" on him that he wanted nothing more then to hold her forever, be with her, and he might not have the chance.
"John Shepard is in love. There's a first," he thought to himself, looking from the exquisite view of the oceans on the planet, with the moon hanging low over them, to another gorgeous site: the female member of his team.
He knew that anything that happened would be against the rules. When she joined the team, and he had become her Commanding Officer, the fraternization regulations dropped into place, making sure that nothing could happen between them.
But then when did he ever follow the rules of, well, anyone? In grade school he had gotten in trouble so much he went through 6 schools. Then in High School, he ditched class, set off smoke bombs, and did drugs and sex enough that his parents worried no college would take him. Only his perfect SAT marks got him in, and the Academy was used to turning trouble makers like him into upstanding citizens. Too bad it hadn't worked. Disobeying officers, for good purposes of course, and crashing 3 planes had gotten him court marshaled twice. The only reason he was a major was because of the sheer talent he possessed.
Besides, who knew when they were going home? It might be a few years, or never. It wouldn't do for the Atlantis base to die out when all the original members died, and there were only so many girls to choose from that frat regs. didn't apply to, none of which he found attractive.
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, John leaned in, breaking the comfortable silence that had formed in the last hour that they had sat there with a kiss. It started slow, chaste, and quickly built. Teyla hadn't been kissed in years, and she felt the same hunger inside her that John did. She pulled herself closer to him, deepening the kiss even more as she got closer.
The 2 warrior, lost in their embrace, didn't notice the young black man gazing at them from the balcony above. A small smirk kreaped over his face; a pool had been forming for weeks, and he had just won a large sum of money.