Does that thing have chess?
By Samvalasam
Inspired by a line Caldwell said to Weir in "Conversion". No spoilers. This is complete drabble. For Amz.
Elizabeth Weir sat at her desk playing solitaire on her tablet PC. It was an uneventful evening in the city of Atlantis. No one was around in the Control Tower apart from herself and Chuck. Chuck was at his console checking on some read outs on the monitors. He had drawn the figurative short straw this week so he was the one to do all the graveyard shifts. Elizabeth didn't mind. She enjoyed Chuck's company when they both got bored.
It was nearing 01:30 in the morning; Elizabeth was over translations and solitaire. She was absolutely buggered. A soft knock at her office door roused her from her slumbering thoughts. She looked up to see Chuck standing next to the glass frame.
"Can I help you with something, Chuck?" she asked him
"No, not really. I was just wondering if that thing has chess?" he pointed at the tablet.
Elizabeth smiled. "Sure."
Chuck sat down opposite Elizabeth as they started the game.
THE END!
A/N. this is my fist Atlantis fic, completely random...let me know if u like it.
