One Hundred Sparkified Drabbles (61-70) by AndromedaMarine

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Athosian Tea Part Seven (61)

Rodney spent the entire Jumper ride back to Atlantis singing a horrible rendition of the "Kissing in a Tree" song, using the names "Johnny and Elizabeth." John kept his teeth pressed together so hard he was sure they'd chip.

"Johnny and Elizabeth, sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g..." Rodney warbled.

John finally lashed out and smacked the scientist upside the head, hissing, "Shut the hell up, Rodney!"

The scientist let out a hiccup. "You kissed Eliz-abeth," he said singsong-ingly. "You can't make me be quiet!" As he hit the word 'quiet' his voice cracked, sending him into another fit of giggles.

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Insanity Part Three (62)

"Yes, Elizabeth?" he asked when they reached the deserted corridor. The seriousness of her eyes worried him. But he saw the veil of solemnity lift and she broke a grin.

"Didn't you want to ask me something?" she inquired, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Uh...I thought you wanted to talk to me..."

She grinned playfully. "Ronon had his earpiece on microphone the whole time," she revealed.

John paled. Insane, he agreed with the Satedan. Insane. "Okay then... Elizabeth, would you go on a date with me?" he asked, swallowing nervously.

"Of course." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "And yes, Rodney is a tabloid."

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Overworked, Under-rested, Part Two (63)

"I'm not running myself into the ground," she rejoined, flicking her gaze back to the computer screen. "I'm keeping this city from running into the ground."

John snorted. "You're overworked and under-rested," he stated firmly. "If you were in the military I'd order you to get some sleep."

"Well, I'm not in the military and as it so happens, you have to take orders from me," she said evenly. "John, just let me get this done."

He sat in the chair in the corner. "What are you working on, anyway?"

She momentarily let her eyes and face become saddened. "Letters home...to expedition family members." She stared into his eyes. "Family members of those who died."

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Elizabeth's Island (64)

John maneuvered the Jumper skillfully through the air, though not towards the mainland. Elizabeth sat in the copilot seat, gazing out at the horizon. "Where are we going?" she asked, though her second-in-command remained quite silent.

He simply gave her a smile and pointed out the main window at a speck in the distance.

"What is it?" Elizabeth asked. But as they drew closer the leader realized it was an island. A crescent-shaped island big enough to live on. "Oh, John, it's beautiful," she said as they landed on the golden-coloured sand.

John lowered the back hatch. "Welcome," he said, "to Elizabeth's Island."

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Basketcase (65)

"You're a basketcase," Rodney commented, not even looking up from his four laptops spread across the lab table. "You do know that, right?"

John sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "And why am I a basketcase, my dear friend?"

Rodney snorted. "You thinking it can work between you and the head honcho."

"I resent that," John replied. "I have every right to hope."

"And that, my friend, is why you are a basketcase. You work for her, remember? These sort of things never work out in real life."

"As opposed to fake life," the colonel finished. "I don't even know why I came to you..." He wandered away, planning to go see if Elizabeth was free for lunch.

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Quiet Rumor? Ha! (66)

John knew, quite well in fact, that such thing as a "quiet rumor" did not exist. Actually, he laughed when Rodney first told him a quiet rumor was going around.

"What's it about?" he asked the astrophysicist, intrigued.

"You," came Rodney's cryptic reply.

"And..."

"You and Elizabeth." His answers were known to be blunt, yes, but John couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.

"Me and Elizabeth?" Despite his amused exterior, he secretly worried his and the leader's relationship finally did get out to the public.

Rodney nodded vehemently. "It's not true, is it?" he asked suspiciously.

"Rodney, there's no such thing as a quiet rumor." He winked, and instantly the scientist knew the rumor was one hundred percent, absolutely, true.

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I Love My P90 (67)

John and Rodney began listing things they loved. Rodney had a whole plan in place... He grinned evilly.

"I love my P90," John started. "You?"

"I love my lab."

"I love...the Stargate."

"Well, I love hot blonde scientists."

"Dude, you have to get over Sam. She's totally with O'Neill now." John laughed. "I love strong women..."

Rodney made a face. "I love my laptops. And all those cool Ancient devices scattered around Atlantis..."

"Well, I love my team."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Rodney said. "I love annoying people."

"That's quite obvious," the colonel stated. "I betcha can't guess what else I love."

Rodney crossed his arms, but positioned himself close to the door – able to make a quick escape. "You love Elizabeth." Rodney's screams were heard echoing down the halls as he ran from a red-faced Colonel Sheppard.

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Twilight is for Lovers (68)

John and Elizabeth stood on the balcony with his arms wrapped around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his eyes closed as he relished the feel of her in his embrace. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, bathing everything in a shadowy haze. Twilight had come.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair, keeping her close.

She returned the sentiment, smiling into his neck as they stood still, the cool Lantean air swirling around them. "It's twilight," she stated. "We should go to bed."

John placed a kiss on her neck. "Twilight is for lovers..."

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Challenging Good Grief (69)

"There's no such thing as good grief," John insisted as he ate dinner with his team plus Elizabeth. "It's an oxymoron, for one, and a cliché! I'm challenging it."

"What are a cliché and an oxymoron?" Teyla asked, delicately lifting a spoon full of soup to her mouth.

John didn't mean to ignore her, but her words didn't exactly reach his ears. He glanced over at Elizabeth. Four months had gone by since her rescue from Asuras and every day that had gone by with her gone was another day full of sadness and guilt for John.

John Sheppard knew there was no such thing as good grief.

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Scent of Vanilla (70)

John loved vanilla. More particularly, he loved the scent of vanilla. This perplexed him, since he'd never exhibited a preference for vanilla ice cream or vanilla cookies while living on Earth, but as the days, months, and years went by on Atlantis he began to realize why he loved the scent of vanilla.

Elizabeth used vanilla shampoo and conditioner, John was sure of it. He suspected the lotion she always had on her desk had extract of vanilla in it too.

So John associated vanilla with Elizabeth, and whenever he smelled vanilla he felt calm and, more importantly, he felt in love.

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