Author's Note: Okay, so I promised that I would have a Sheyla Christmas fic (well, technically, I promised one person a Sheyla Christmas fic; but who am I do deprive anyone of that?) This isn't a VERY Christmas-y story, but I think I did okay. I know I need practice on diner stories, so...if you don't like it, know that I'm practicing.
Sorry that this is the day after Christmas and not the actual day, by the way. I finished it last night, and I really meant to post it, but I fell asleep at my computer...embarrassing Xp. But Merry Christmas!!!!! : )
Dedication: I guess that this one is for SGAFirenity. I was talking to her about some of the J/T stuff I had in the works, and I told her that I wanted to post a Christmas fic. This isn't the one that I originally intended, but I hope that you like it. Merry Christmas! : )
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Snowed In
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John watched Teyla from across their little booth as she curled her hands around the mug of hot chocolate that she had ordered, glancing down from where she was watching the snow fall outside the little diner and staring into the steaming liquid. He reached across the table to touch her hand.
"What's up?" he asked her. She looked up quickly at him, seeming startled to hear his voice.
"Nothing," she assured him, too quickly. "I am fine."
"Are you sure? You tired, hungry, want something else to drink?"
"No this is fine."
"Then tell me what's up, really." Teyla sighed, looking into her drink again and tracing the rim of the cup with the tip of her finger.
"I miss Athos," she admitted. "Atlantis. Your world...it is hard to get used to."
"Yeah, I know. It's weird for me, coming back. And I know that we're not staying long. But I would rather be spending my Christmas Eve on Atlantis."
"...Instead of snowed in here with me?"
"No, that's not what I meant at all..." A tiny, crooked smirk curved Teyla's lips, and John realized that she had baited him. "Haha, very funny, You know what I mean." Her smirk turned into a genuine, if small, smile.
"Yes, I know what you mean." She shrugged one shoulder awkwardly. "In truth...I think that I would rather spend this night here, with you, than on the city." John was surpried.
"Really?"
"Yes, really, Colonel."
"Nope," he held up a hand to stop her. "I'm John on Earth at least, remember?" Teyla nodded.
"Of course, John," she grinned.
"Okay, I'll bite. Why?"
"Look around," she gestured with one had to include the other patrons also snowed in at the diner, eating and talking and laughing like old friends whether they actually were friends or had met each other an hour before. "This is what it is like on the city, except here we know no one."
"Yeah...but I think I'd prefer to know some people."
"But if we were back on the city, then this time would not belong to us." John did a double take as he took that in, his eyes widening. This was new.
"So you'd rather spend your Christmas Eve night locked up alone here with me and a bunch of strangers, then sharing a feast in the mess hall with the rest of the city present and surrounded by our team?" Teyla nodded.
"I would."
Fin.