My first foray in to the Atlantis world, hopefully this will turn into a series of moments bases on the little things :D This was written in like 10 mins and is un-beated, cuz yeah… im that impatient. Forgive any mistakes.
Little Things: Coffee
It always amuses John that despite the fact she's usually up before more than half the city, one of the first people in the Control Room and who schedules morning meetings all the time, Elizabeth is not a morning person. At all.
In fact, she can't even function properly without at least two cups of coffee, and not the stuff that they get in the mess too, Elizabeth gets her liquid life from the Anthropology Department, which is basically castor oil. Dr. Mendez, the head of the department, is very protective of his life's blood and only lets a select few access to his stash.
Elizabeth, not surprisingly, is one of those privileged few.
John remembers the first time that he went to get some for her.
He's never seen a man turn on him so fast, fury in his eyes, gone was sweet and helpful old Dr. Mendez. To this day John swears that he felt his blood freeze under that stare and this man is smaller than Radek. Fortunately he was able to clear up the whole mess, stating that the coffee was for Dr. Weir that she just couldn't get away.
Mendez had just looked at him and called Elizabeth. The man hadn't even believed him! Elizabeth had of course vouched for him and John had left, but not before one last warning.
"Tell Dr. Weir to let me know ahead of time next time she's sending you for her coffee, this stuff doesn't come cheap, Colonel." There's something in his voice that clearly says 'I see you touching my coffee again without permission and you'll wish the Wraith had gotten to you first.' John nods and hightails it out of there.
When he got back to Elizabeth, she had greedily gulped down the drink and John had only stared in wonder. The smell alone had been enough to destroy some of taste buds. He had of course also relayed the message and couldn't believe it when Liz had just laughed it off.
That had been one scary little man…
"Don't worry John, this stuff comes a lot cheap than you think. Dr. Mendez's mother sends him bags of this stuff every supply run. She and her husband own a coffee plantation." Elizabeth's declaration had appeased him. Somewhat.
Grateful that he and Liz had been safe from any immediate danger from Dr. Mendez, he just sat with her, relaxing on her couch and finished her eggs, because she never does.
Thankfully Mendez is now used to him getting coffee for Elizabeth.