Short John/Gilina interlude. Too short to make it into a fic of it's own, so I'm posting it as a part of this AU. Takes place during Terra Firma, with the difference that in this universe Gilina was never killed and she and John are married. Please review.

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They've been sitting at the table of the restaurant for five minutes when the two women took their places at the next one. Immediately the two middle aged persons of the female persuasion jumped into a conversation. Soon though the topic became too much for John to bare.

Turning around to one of the women he asked, fed-up with their xenophobic rantings "Ma'am, my wife is an alien and I'd be much obliged if you'd stop saying things like that."

The woman in question looked him up and down, then turned her head to glace at the small blonde in question. Even though she was a hetero herself, two words described the wife correctly: cute and hot. Small, yet very curvy stature, pouty lips, high cheeks and large eyes. Still, something didn't mesh.

"She doesn't look like a Mexican." she furrowed her brows, cutting her eyes at Gilina's pale complexion and honey-blond hair meaningfully.

This woman had obviously been living in a cage "Cause she's not."

Nodding in confirmation to her own theory the woman turned back to her friend and picked their conversation back up.

John, not willing to make a scene, decreed that the excellent food would be woth the sacrifice of listening to the two chatterboxes nearby. Still...

Touching Gilina's hand to get her attention, he smiled mischeviously at his wife.

"You still have M'Lee's number?"

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