Author: Cyclone
Rating: PG 13
Summary: She was going to win this one.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Notes: I'm almost ashamed to put my name to this one. It's mush. With a bit of sap thrown in just for good measure. Thankfully it's short so it shouldn't cause too much long term damage. But you've been warned.
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Elizabeth took a deep breath and glared. "I do," she insisted. Her eyes glistened with determination. She was going to win this one, she really, really was. All she had to do was stick to the facts and stay on track and it was in the bag. Winner, and Undisputed Champion of the Pegasus Galaxy, Doctor Elizabeth Weir. It had a nice ring to it.
Unfortunately, the man she was at war with had other ideas. He held the proverbial spanner in his hands and was intent on throwing it into the works. "No, I do," he argued firmly.
"Damnit, John, you're so wrong that it's not even funny. Just admit it and we can move on."
"I don't think so, Elizabeth. Not this time." He was equally determined to win and at any other time she would have respected that and at least taken his opinion into consideration. But he was so smug and knowing and that superior grin he had plastered on his face was really beginning to irritate her.
"You're just doing this to annoy me," she accused, a note of frustration creeping into her tone.
"Me? You started this," he defended himself.
Elizabeth decided to change her tactics. She'd always caught more flies with honey anyway. "Listen, this is ridiculous." She let her hand drop to the area that normally made him very agreeable to whatever she proposed whenever she paid it the slightest amount of attention and waited to see if he would take the bait. "Just admit that I do, and then we can make up," she wheedled.
John drew in his breath sharply and pulled her hand away. "Low, Elizabeth," he reprimanded. "And it's not going to work this time."
"No?" she asked, and took great satisfaction in the way he drew back from her. He knew just what she was capable of when she wanted her own way and was understandably wary. "Don't you want to make up?"
He raised his eyebrows. "I'm all for making up," he drawled. "I'm the make up king, as well you know. But I can't agree to something that isn't true just to keep the peace."
She made another move to touch him but he thwarted her efforts by putting still more distance between them. She hadthe sinkingfeeling that victorywas fast slipping through her grasp and she didn't like it one little bit. She would have stamped her foot in a mini-tantrum if she'd been able.Instead she settled for one of her super charged glares that she knew really had no impact on him at all and demanded, "Why are you being so damn stubborn?"
"Why are you being so insistent that you're right?" he countered.
"Because I am."
"I happen to disagree with you there."
"John, I'm telling you for the last time," and she scooted closer and peppered his chest with her index finger to drive home her words. "I. Love. You. More."
"And I'm telling you, Elizabeth, that that's impossible. I love you more. That's all there is to it." He kissed the tip of her nose. "The end."
She glared at him.
He grinned at her.
"I hate you," she said finally, turning over and taking the bed sheet with her, leaving him wearing nothing but a huge I-am-so-the-man grin.
He waited for a beat and then spooned up behind her. "I hate you more."
End