AUTHOR: Krissy
AUTHOR NOTES: This is a short continuation from the ending scene of S1's "Another Perfect Day." So there are spoilers for that. *grins* Just drabble, 347 words. :D
PAIRING: John/Susan implied
RATING: G
He poured her another mug of champagne and she took it without complaint.
"So..." Susan turned to him, and uncrossed her legs, shifting unconsciously closer to him. She smiled, and John felt his composure shatter.
"So... what?" he asked, attempting to return the soft smile.
"What do you do for fun, Carter? No one knows anything about you here. Well, not really," she added. "You're like a mystery."
"I like mysteries," he commented, his lips quirking at the corners. When she rolled her eyes, the smile faded, and he shrugged, self-consciously. "Normal boring doctor things, I guess."
"You don't like golfing, do you?" she asked, worriedly. John was relieved to see she was joking.
"No," he said, laughing. "I like to sail, ride my horse... Tennis." He paused in thought. "I really haven't done any of those in years, though. Medical school and the hospital have taken up too much time."
Susan raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Sail? Ride? Tennis? Gosh, Carter, you sound like such the rich prep."
Forcing a short laugh, John shook his head, and quickly commented, "Nah. Now if I'd said, 'I go to the country club and help my Gamma with charity events,' then you'd have reason to be worried about me."
Susan chuckled, "Alright, I'll grant you that." She gave a slight shiver and took a sip from her mug. "Wow, its getting cold out here."
"Maybe we should head inside," John suggested. Too bad he didn't have a coat he could offer her.
"Yeah, maybe that's best," Susan agreed. Standing, she reached down and grabbed his arm, and hauled him to his feet. "C'mon. Maybe there's something to eat in the lounge... John."
John looked at her, surprised.
Susan made a face at him, and then smiled sheepishly. "I'm just testing it out again. Carter still sounds better, I think."
Not saying a word, he just followed her back into the hospital. He didn't need to say anything. Judging by the nervous fluttering sensation in his stomach, he knew there would be plenty of other chances to say something later.