"No Teyla, you point it that way," Major John Sheppard said as he tilted the gun downwards from its rather 'upwards' angle. "See the point is to actually shoot the enemy, not the sky," he told her in a tone that was somewhere between sarcastic and endearing.
Teyla Emmagan turned to him and smiled, thus aiming the muzzle of the P-90 at John's abdomen.
"Aah-ah," he jumped back slightly and reached his hand out to cover the threatening exit-hole – not that his hand would do any good in the long run.
Teyla frowned slightly at John before looking down at his hand and, opening her mouth in an 'O' shape, turned it away from him.
"Major Sheppard-"
"John," he interjected.
"I do not understand the need for these weapons."
He sighed and mentally counted the amount of times he had told her the reasons behind the use of the guns from Earth.
"It's a safety precaution," he told her, an edge creeping into his voice.
He could see that Teyla was about to object so he raised an eyebrow in a gesture that said "Go on, ask me". Instead of asking him, she smiled and lowered the weapon.
"I have had enough of this," she said and unclipped it from the chord that was hanging around her neck. She handed the gun to John and smiled when he sighed in defeat.
Together they turned back to the main complex of the city, the atmosphere behind them alight with many different colours.
"So, john," she emphasised his name. "Tell me more about these – Ferris Wheels that you like so much."
John smiled again. Now this he could do.
END