Title: A Step In The Right Direction
Author: Brandy
Pairing: Maj. Sheppard/OFC
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Spoilers: "Rising" pt 2
Summary: About two years after their divorce, Maj. John Sheppard and Dr. Abby Caldwell are in Atlantis. Which is sure to be the most exciting journey of their lives.
Major John Sheppard walked through the halls of Atlantis, after excusing himself from the party out on the balcony. Room assignments had been given out and it was relatively easy to find his quarters.
Back out on the balcony, still enjoying the party and conversing with Teyla's people, Dr. Abby Caldwell looked around, but found no sign of Major Sheppard. Excusing herself from her conversation, she went inside and to look for him. He had told her where his quarters were and it didn't take her long to find them. As she approached, the doors automatically opened, she unconsciously backed up, wondering if she would ever get used to this new world.
When the door opened, Sheppard sat up. "Who's there?"
"It's me." She said softly.
He rubbed his eyes, "Come in." He motioned her inside and the doors swooshed shut as she entered. He thought about the light levels being higher and it was done, he had to adjust to the sudden light that illuminated the room.
She smiled shyly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were asleep. I could come back later," she started to back up.
"No, no please." He offered her a spot next to him on the bed. She took it and sat nervously with her hands in her lap. "Did you make any progress today?"
"Yeah, we did actually."
"That's good." He smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back. "I saw you talking to one of Telya's people."
"Yeah, I was asking him about rituals in his culture, and other stuff." She softly laughed, tentatively reached out a hand to smooth some of his hair back into place, surprised when he didn't pull away. It'd been a long time since they were this close. It felt good and no matter how she tried to fight it, she realized that she was still in love with him. "Your hair was..."
"Yeah." He breathed, she was wearing the perfume he'd bought for her before they left Earth and it smelled heavenly. "Is that...?"
"Yeah." She smiled. "You like?"
"Yeah, I like." His lips turned upwards in a small smile. Even after their marriage had ended, they still remained good friends. They'd talked on the phone for hours at a time, sometimes even-- a whole night. She'd cringe when her phone bill came but then, when she thought back to her conversations with John she didn't regret a minute. "Abby..."
"Uh, yeah, sorry." She rubbed her forehead and smiled.
"You look tired." Sheppard commented and brushed a strand of hair, that had escaped from her ponytail she'd kept it in, back behind her ear.
"I think you should be more tired, after your adventures today." She smiled, indeed, she'd heard the tale from Lt. Ford who still didn't seem tired of telling it.
"Yeah, but I've got a beautiful woman sitting beside me. I'll make an exception." He smiled. She yawned and rested her head on his shoulder. His hand went to stroke her hair, as if it was second nature. He still had to remind himself sometimes that she wasn't his anymore.
"Mmmm. You've still got the touch." She said almost asleep.
"I don't think I lost it." He cheekily replied.
"Enough smartass for today."
"Yes ma'am." He softly whispered into her hair. "Would you like to stay?"
"They haven't gotten to our room assignments yet.." another yawn, "and your bed feels awfully comfortable." She smirked.
"Then by all means stay." The truth was he didn't want her to leave.
"If you insist." She was almost asleep.
"If you'll let me reposition myself, this bed's definitely big enough for the both of us." He smiled.
"Sure." She stood up, and opened her eyes, seeing him move around until he was on the right side of the bed and laid down, snuggling against him. "Just like I remember."
"Yeah," he stroked through her hair again and lightly brushed his lips over the top of her head.
"Johnny?"
"You haven't called me that in a long time."
"You're doing it again," she smiled.
"I don't hear you complaining." He chided, when he didn't receive an answer from her, he looked down and noticed her breathing had evened out. "Sweet dreams, princess." He lowered the light level again and fell into a peaceful slumber with Abby in his arms.
Author: Brandy
Pairing: Maj. Sheppard/OFC
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Spoilers: "Rising" pt 2
Summary: About two years after their divorce, Maj. John Sheppard and Dr. Abby Caldwell are in Atlantis. Which is sure to be the most exciting journey of their lives.
Major John Sheppard walked through the halls of Atlantis, after excusing himself from the party out on the balcony. Room assignments had been given out and it was relatively easy to find his quarters.
Back out on the balcony, still enjoying the party and conversing with Teyla's people, Dr. Abby Caldwell looked around, but found no sign of Major Sheppard. Excusing herself from her conversation, she went inside and to look for him. He had told her where his quarters were and it didn't take her long to find them. As she approached, the doors automatically opened, she unconsciously backed up, wondering if she would ever get used to this new world.
When the door opened, Sheppard sat up. "Who's there?"
"It's me." She said softly.
He rubbed his eyes, "Come in." He motioned her inside and the doors swooshed shut as she entered. He thought about the light levels being higher and it was done, he had to adjust to the sudden light that illuminated the room.
She smiled shyly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were asleep. I could come back later," she started to back up.
"No, no please." He offered her a spot next to him on the bed. She took it and sat nervously with her hands in her lap. "Did you make any progress today?"
"Yeah, we did actually."
"That's good." He smiled, and she couldn't help but smile back. "I saw you talking to one of Telya's people."
"Yeah, I was asking him about rituals in his culture, and other stuff." She softly laughed, tentatively reached out a hand to smooth some of his hair back into place, surprised when he didn't pull away. It'd been a long time since they were this close. It felt good and no matter how she tried to fight it, she realized that she was still in love with him. "Your hair was..."
"Yeah." He breathed, she was wearing the perfume he'd bought for her before they left Earth and it smelled heavenly. "Is that...?"
"Yeah." She smiled. "You like?"
"Yeah, I like." His lips turned upwards in a small smile. Even after their marriage had ended, they still remained good friends. They'd talked on the phone for hours at a time, sometimes even-- a whole night. She'd cringe when her phone bill came but then, when she thought back to her conversations with John she didn't regret a minute. "Abby..."
"Uh, yeah, sorry." She rubbed her forehead and smiled.
"You look tired." Sheppard commented and brushed a strand of hair, that had escaped from her ponytail she'd kept it in, back behind her ear.
"I think you should be more tired, after your adventures today." She smiled, indeed, she'd heard the tale from Lt. Ford who still didn't seem tired of telling it.
"Yeah, but I've got a beautiful woman sitting beside me. I'll make an exception." He smiled. She yawned and rested her head on his shoulder. His hand went to stroke her hair, as if it was second nature. He still had to remind himself sometimes that she wasn't his anymore.
"Mmmm. You've still got the touch." She said almost asleep.
"I don't think I lost it." He cheekily replied.
"Enough smartass for today."
"Yes ma'am." He softly whispered into her hair. "Would you like to stay?"
"They haven't gotten to our room assignments yet.." another yawn, "and your bed feels awfully comfortable." She smirked.
"Then by all means stay." The truth was he didn't want her to leave.
"If you insist." She was almost asleep.
"If you'll let me reposition myself, this bed's definitely big enough for the both of us." He smiled.
"Sure." She stood up, and opened her eyes, seeing him move around until he was on the right side of the bed and laid down, snuggling against him. "Just like I remember."
"Yeah," he stroked through her hair again and lightly brushed his lips over the top of her head.
"Johnny?"
"You haven't called me that in a long time."
"You're doing it again," she smiled.
"I don't hear you complaining." He chided, when he didn't receive an answer from her, he looked down and noticed her breathing had evened out. "Sweet dreams, princess." He lowered the light level again and fell into a peaceful slumber with Abby in his arms.