Atlantis on a Bad Day.
John Sheppard: Bad Hair Days
John Sheppard was ironically having a bad hair day. Not in the literal sense, as his hair looked the same as it did every other day, but in a metaphorical sense. In fact, it could be said that his hair was the only thing that had been affected.
Firstly his alarm clock hadn't gone off, so he was running late. Not that late, but late enough that he had to skip his morning jog and quickly grab a bite from the commissary. Even with cutting out half of morning routine, he was still late to the morning briefing. Or more accurately arrived last, and it was clear that every one was waiting for him.
To make matters worse, McKay decided that today was a brilliant day to experiment with various knick knacks that he and his team had found. And of course they needed their favourite guinea pig with the ancient gene. Consequently they had been hounding him all day to help them, and John really didn't have the time.
The mound of paperwork on his desk kept getting higher, especially after the stunt Bates had pulled last week and most of it was due tomorrow. Naturally there was no way for him to have it finished, without pulling an all nighter and foregoing the football match viewing tonight.
Of course it can't be said that John Sheppard was stupid or even stereotypically semi intelligent for the military. He would actually have no trouble finishing it, if he just sat down and worked on it regularly. However John didn't seem to like advertising the fact that he was rather smart and therefore always left his paperwork to the last minute.
His day only seemed to worsen when, the commissary ran out of turkey sandwiches just before he reached the front of the line, and half the military personnel had managed to come down with the flu all at the same time. Not to mention the fact, that he still had to train half the scientists that possessed the gene how to fly the Puddle Jumpers and it wasn't even lunch time yet.
After lunch Teyla kept asking him, if he could escort her to the mainland; while Carson wanted to check his blood work to make sure he wasn't coming down with the flu. The city alarms were going haywire because of something one of the newer scientists tripped and John was starting to get a headache. And wouldn't you know it, to get some headache tablets, he would have to see Carson and get jabbed by needles for about 30 mins for his 'annual' check – up.
Unsurprisingly he really didn't have half an hour to spare and Elizabeth was now hounding him for all the paperwork that sat on his desk unfinished. John sighed, they really needed weekends or public holidays on Atlantis. Jogging to catch Ford before he went across to the mainland, John found himself in the middle of a food fight.
Allowing the first smile all day to grace his lips, he shrugged. If you can't bet them join them. Picking up the closest food item he joined the fight. Afterwards, he really did look like he was having a bad day.
A/N: Not my best piece of writing, I think but I quite like the ending. This had to be the most I have uploaded in a while and its all the on the same day. Lol. Merry Christmas.
Laurs