Lonely Sunday Morning
By Cupid's Girlfriend
Disclaimer:
I don't own Stargate Atlantis, but if I did, all y'all shweir fans would have somethin' to smile about, you get my drift?
A/N:
This is just a short song fic I wrote on the spur of the moment.
It based on the song 'Lonely Sunday Morning' (it's the name of the story) by Levis Kreis.
Summary:
It's a lonely Sunday morning for John ever since Elizabeth had gone missing. SHWEIR
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Elizabeth Weir had been missing for 9 days now, it was hard keeping the city running without her, but it was harder for some more than others.
John Sheppard awoke to the blinding sun beams streaming through his window. His eyes drifted across his bed to the indentation of the pillow to the left of him. He reached out a hand a felt the soft pillow, his fingers then trailed down to the sheets…
I can still taste you on my lips,
I can still smell you on my sheets,
I can still feel the way you tremble when I, hold you close to me,
They had been secretly seeing each other for 3 months and sleeping together for 2. John cast his mind back to when they shared their first kiss, it seemed like a million years ago that they had first confronted each other of the feelings they both shared. They had grown so much closer since then. They had learned more about each other every day. It felt like they completed each other…
It's like everything about you,
Is everything I need,
And waking up without you's, gonna be the death of me,
They had launched a search after 24 hours of her not reporting back after embarking to make a negotiation with the 'Thealins', a new race of people John and his team had discovered whilst on a standard re-con mission a few months back. John hated himself for trusting them, for letting her attempt a negotiation, even for letting her go. Everything felt different, out of place, even hollow to John since he had been informed that Elizabeth had not returned…
I'm not so used to silence
And I can't find you anywhere
He missed her so much it hurt to walk past her office every morning, so much that he had to close his eyes as soon as he realised he was approaching the room which he was usually so happy to enter. After lying in bed for what seemed like hours, John would usually be motivated to get up and do anything he could to help out in the rescuing of the woman he was madly in love with by the smell of her exquisite scent on his sheets, his clothes, it was as if it was everywhere, and that's how he liked it. But today, he could bring himself to move. He just lay on his bed staring at the empty space in front of him; wishing, praying that she would walk through the Stargate unharmed in the next 5 minutes…
It's a lonely Sunday morning,
Cause you left me without warning,
And I don't know how to make it,
Through this lonely Sunday morning.
Fin
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