Title: A step in the right direction (2/?)
Author: Brandy
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Raiting: PG to PG-13 (for violence)
Pairing: Major Sheppard/OFC
Spoliers: Minor ones for Rising Pt 2
Summary: Dr. Caldwell and Major Sheppard continue there slow journey back to what they once had, and an attack thereatens the city.
John had been awake for at least an hour, and had opened his eyes to see Abby still sleeping soundly at his side. He stroked through her hair again, knowing how much it relaxed her.
Dr. Abby Caldwell-Sheppard walked into the house and threw down her stuff. "That is the absolute last time I'm taking orders from that asshole!!"
"Hi, honey, how was your day?" John said, trying to keep a straight face but couldn't to save his life.
"Don't you dare start with me Johnny, not right now." She stomped off to their bedroom to change in to more comfortable clothing.
"Now what makes you think I would do such a thing?!" He called after her.
"Because I know you too well Sheppard." She replied.
He cringed, he hated when she called him Sheppard. "Are you hungry?"
She came out with her hair down, but slightly pulled back, in one of his old shirts and sweatpants. "What do we have?"
He went to inspect the contents of the fridge. "Beer and Cheese."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "I guess it's another take-out night."
"Yeah, any prefernces?"
"Just feed me, Johnny."
"Okay." He walked over and kissed her forehead. "Why don't you go put your feet up and I'll be over there in a minute." He suggested.
"Yeah." She kissed his cheek and he watched her walk over to the couch before calling and ordering from their favorite Italian place a couple of blocks away. He returned and put a pillow on his lap, before suggesting she lay her head on the pillow. "Where did you order from?"
"That little Italian place that you love."
"Did you order me the Pasta Premivera?"
"Yes, I know it's your favorite."
"You're not so bad after all, Johnny."
"I know." He smiled, and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I love it when you do that."
"It relaxes you."
"Yes." She was getting sleepier by the minuet.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later. "Honey, food's here."
She sat up rubbing her eyes. "Good, I'm starving," she smiled kissing him.
Abby awoke with a start, a bit unfamilar with her surroundings. She felt arms holding her and did not feel afraid, she looked up to see the peaceful face of John Sheppard. She smiled at the sight, she perfered that to the scowl he usually wore. But she knew it was just a mask he wore when he was on duty, she'd seen it many times and she didn't like it, when it was directed at her.
"Morning." He said, slowly opening his eyes.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Oh, not long." He smiled.
"I guess I was tired."
"I guess you were." She started to get up and he let go of her, but she found herself laying back down and John smiled wrapping his arms around her once more. "You just can't get enough."
"It's not everyday, you wake up with a tall, dark and handsome man beside you."
That made him laugh, "Yes, that's true." But he became serious when he looked into her eyes. Electricity flooded his viens, she looked so cute when she had just woken up. Her hair was a mess and her eyes still shown of sleep, he placed his hand on her cheek and rubbed his thumb gently across it. "You haven't changed."
She blushed and looked away, "No, I don't suppose I have."
"Time for work."
"Yeah." She stated, and relcutantly moved off of the bed and stood up. "I'll see you later?"
"I'm counting on it, Doctor." He smiled.
"Bye." She whispered.
"Bye." He saw the doors open and her back up again, he shook his head. Something's with Abby never changed.
"We have an incoming wormhole!" Dr. McKay shouted.
"Raise the shield!" Dr. Weir ordered as she ran down the staircase. "Do we have an IDC?"
"Not yet." One of McKay's people replied.
Shudder The stargate shook with the force of the blast. Dr. Caldwell was on the same level, not far from the gate. She felt the floor shake.
"I have Lt. Ford's IDC ma'am!" The other tech shouted.
"Lower the shield, Rodney." She told Dr. McKay and he quickly complied with her order.
Whoosh! A blast hit the wall oppisite where Abby was standing and she braced herself. Whoosh! Another blast hitting the wall she was currently holding onto. She was thrown back several feet and hit her head against, the already damaged, far wall.
"Give them a few more seconds and get Dr. Beckett down here!" Weir shouted. Just then Major Sheppard and his team came through the gate. "Shield up!" Weir ordered and a few seconds later the wormhole disengaged.
John looked around noticing the damage, "I guess they weren't that friendly towards strangers." He tried his dry humor but no one was laughing. Just then Dr. Beckett showed up with a medical team and stretcher and went over to Abby. She was carefully loaded on and carried away. A shocked and stunned Sheppard watched in horror.
Weir ran down to meet them, "She was thrown by one of the blasts." She explained, she didn't need to ask since Sheppard's face said it all. "I'm sorry, John."
"Yeah." Without thinking he turned over his weapon to Lt. Ford and ran to the Medical Bay.
"Major you shouldn't be here." Dr. Beckett said as he ran to get some equipment.
"How is she?"
"I don't know right now."
"What do you mean you don't know?!" John raised his voice, unbeknownst to Sheppard, Weir and McKay had followed him.
"John," Weir softly said. He turned to face her, trying to hide the pain and anger he was feeling. "Come on, we can come back later. I need you to breif me on what happened."
"Ford can do it." He gruffly replied.
"No, Major, he can't. The team leader does it." Weir stood up to him.
"I won't leave her!"
"Major I promise, as soon as I check her out for anymore injuries I'll come and get you myself." Dr. Beckett said, still working on Abby.
"Come on." Weir pulled on his arm and he walked with her. Leaving her in the capable hands of Dr. Beckett.
After he breifed Weir and a small skermish with McKay, a defeated an angry Sheppard walked back to his quarters.
"Major!" Dr. Beckett came running up to him.
"How is she? Is she awake?" He quickly asked.
"She's got a concussion, 2 broken ribs and a broken wrist but she should make a full recovery. She's not awake yet, but I thought you might want to sit with her."
"Thanks." He put his hand on the doctors' shoulder, and ran to the Med Bay. He pulled a rolling chair by her bed and sat down. He picked her uninjured hand up and held it, gently, in both of his. "Hey, Dr. Beckett says you're gonna be just fine. You just gotta wake up now." He kissed her fingers, and kept them there. He let a single tear drip from his right eye. He rarely cried and Abby was the only one with the ability to make him feel like he'd been gutted with a knife. "I'm right here, Abby and I'm not leaving."
Author: Brandy
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Raiting: PG to PG-13 (for violence)
Pairing: Major Sheppard/OFC
Spoliers: Minor ones for Rising Pt 2
Summary: Dr. Caldwell and Major Sheppard continue there slow journey back to what they once had, and an attack thereatens the city.
John had been awake for at least an hour, and had opened his eyes to see Abby still sleeping soundly at his side. He stroked through her hair again, knowing how much it relaxed her.
Dr. Abby Caldwell-Sheppard walked into the house and threw down her stuff. "That is the absolute last time I'm taking orders from that asshole!!"
"Hi, honey, how was your day?" John said, trying to keep a straight face but couldn't to save his life.
"Don't you dare start with me Johnny, not right now." She stomped off to their bedroom to change in to more comfortable clothing.
"Now what makes you think I would do such a thing?!" He called after her.
"Because I know you too well Sheppard." She replied.
He cringed, he hated when she called him Sheppard. "Are you hungry?"
She came out with her hair down, but slightly pulled back, in one of his old shirts and sweatpants. "What do we have?"
He went to inspect the contents of the fridge. "Beer and Cheese."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "I guess it's another take-out night."
"Yeah, any prefernces?"
"Just feed me, Johnny."
"Okay." He walked over and kissed her forehead. "Why don't you go put your feet up and I'll be over there in a minute." He suggested.
"Yeah." She kissed his cheek and he watched her walk over to the couch before calling and ordering from their favorite Italian place a couple of blocks away. He returned and put a pillow on his lap, before suggesting she lay her head on the pillow. "Where did you order from?"
"That little Italian place that you love."
"Did you order me the Pasta Premivera?"
"Yes, I know it's your favorite."
"You're not so bad after all, Johnny."
"I know." He smiled, and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I love it when you do that."
"It relaxes you."
"Yes." She was getting sleepier by the minuet.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later. "Honey, food's here."
She sat up rubbing her eyes. "Good, I'm starving," she smiled kissing him.
Abby awoke with a start, a bit unfamilar with her surroundings. She felt arms holding her and did not feel afraid, she looked up to see the peaceful face of John Sheppard. She smiled at the sight, she perfered that to the scowl he usually wore. But she knew it was just a mask he wore when he was on duty, she'd seen it many times and she didn't like it, when it was directed at her.
"Morning." He said, slowly opening his eyes.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Oh, not long." He smiled.
"I guess I was tired."
"I guess you were." She started to get up and he let go of her, but she found herself laying back down and John smiled wrapping his arms around her once more. "You just can't get enough."
"It's not everyday, you wake up with a tall, dark and handsome man beside you."
That made him laugh, "Yes, that's true." But he became serious when he looked into her eyes. Electricity flooded his viens, she looked so cute when she had just woken up. Her hair was a mess and her eyes still shown of sleep, he placed his hand on her cheek and rubbed his thumb gently across it. "You haven't changed."
She blushed and looked away, "No, I don't suppose I have."
"Time for work."
"Yeah." She stated, and relcutantly moved off of the bed and stood up. "I'll see you later?"
"I'm counting on it, Doctor." He smiled.
"Bye." She whispered.
"Bye." He saw the doors open and her back up again, he shook his head. Something's with Abby never changed.
"We have an incoming wormhole!" Dr. McKay shouted.
"Raise the shield!" Dr. Weir ordered as she ran down the staircase. "Do we have an IDC?"
"Not yet." One of McKay's people replied.
Shudder The stargate shook with the force of the blast. Dr. Caldwell was on the same level, not far from the gate. She felt the floor shake.
"I have Lt. Ford's IDC ma'am!" The other tech shouted.
"Lower the shield, Rodney." She told Dr. McKay and he quickly complied with her order.
Whoosh! A blast hit the wall oppisite where Abby was standing and she braced herself. Whoosh! Another blast hitting the wall she was currently holding onto. She was thrown back several feet and hit her head against, the already damaged, far wall.
"Give them a few more seconds and get Dr. Beckett down here!" Weir shouted. Just then Major Sheppard and his team came through the gate. "Shield up!" Weir ordered and a few seconds later the wormhole disengaged.
John looked around noticing the damage, "I guess they weren't that friendly towards strangers." He tried his dry humor but no one was laughing. Just then Dr. Beckett showed up with a medical team and stretcher and went over to Abby. She was carefully loaded on and carried away. A shocked and stunned Sheppard watched in horror.
Weir ran down to meet them, "She was thrown by one of the blasts." She explained, she didn't need to ask since Sheppard's face said it all. "I'm sorry, John."
"Yeah." Without thinking he turned over his weapon to Lt. Ford and ran to the Medical Bay.
"Major you shouldn't be here." Dr. Beckett said as he ran to get some equipment.
"How is she?"
"I don't know right now."
"What do you mean you don't know?!" John raised his voice, unbeknownst to Sheppard, Weir and McKay had followed him.
"John," Weir softly said. He turned to face her, trying to hide the pain and anger he was feeling. "Come on, we can come back later. I need you to breif me on what happened."
"Ford can do it." He gruffly replied.
"No, Major, he can't. The team leader does it." Weir stood up to him.
"I won't leave her!"
"Major I promise, as soon as I check her out for anymore injuries I'll come and get you myself." Dr. Beckett said, still working on Abby.
"Come on." Weir pulled on his arm and he walked with her. Leaving her in the capable hands of Dr. Beckett.
After he breifed Weir and a small skermish with McKay, a defeated an angry Sheppard walked back to his quarters.
"Major!" Dr. Beckett came running up to him.
"How is she? Is she awake?" He quickly asked.
"She's got a concussion, 2 broken ribs and a broken wrist but she should make a full recovery. She's not awake yet, but I thought you might want to sit with her."
"Thanks." He put his hand on the doctors' shoulder, and ran to the Med Bay. He pulled a rolling chair by her bed and sat down. He picked her uninjured hand up and held it, gently, in both of his. "Hey, Dr. Beckett says you're gonna be just fine. You just gotta wake up now." He kissed her fingers, and kept them there. He let a single tear drip from his right eye. He rarely cried and Abby was the only one with the ability to make him feel like he'd been gutted with a knife. "I'm right here, Abby and I'm not leaving."