Disclaimer: Don't own any of them. Damn it! Ah well…as long as can watch them on telly that's okay.
Note: I realise that this is crap, but you see the problem is I have no inspiration, but I feel the need to write a shepweir fic. If you don't like shepweir stories them I'm afraid I'm gonna have to tell you to piss off because any sheyla fans or McWeir fans really need professional help which I can't be bothered to help. What can I say, I a British bitch with a crazy side, don't worry you'll learn to love me and laugh at my behaviour. Review to tell me what you think and please give me some tips or ideas for a story that you can't be bothered to write yourself.
"You're dismissed." Elizabeth closed her folder and turned on her laptop, as all of SGA-1 left the briefing room apart from a certain Lt. Colonel.
"What can I do for you colonel?" Her eyes never left the screen. He stood up and sat in the chair next to her. He smiled smugly. Wow, there are so many ways I could go with that question!
"Well…I can think of a couple of things that you could…" She turned to him abruptly and raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckled.
"John Sheppard, you are one sick, twisted, childish-" She said disgustedly.
"I know, I know! I'm a terrible man with an extremely bad sense of humour." He said genuinely smiling at her with one of those smiles that just made her melt, in which she couldn't help but smile back. Don't smile at me like that you ignoring adorable prick!
"So…what are you going to do during these next few blissful days of vacation?" He said, crossing his legs and resting them on the briefing room table. She turned off her laptop and turned to face him properly.
"Catch up with some reports and other things like that. I'm so behind." John's mouth was slightly open at this point. She smiled. "It's not like I wouldn't rather be doing more pleasurable things-" he raised an eyebrow "BUT there's still work to do." Why did I say that?
"No." He said simply.
She gave a slight laugh and looked at him confused, but still smiling. "What do you mean no?"
"Me and you are gonna do something…pleasurable." She laughed and he smiled. She should laugh more often.
"I can't. I'm sorry. I mean I would, but…well it's just like I told you basically." She smiled sympathetically. He got and leant on the table.
"Hey. There's no need to apologise to me." He smiled and she got up with her folder and coffee and smiled back.
"I know, but I'm sorry all the same." She looked down at her watch.
"Shit! I'm meant to be at a meeting with Cavanaugh! Great! Another reason for me being a shit leader on his never-ending list, I'm sure he'll mention that in one of his reports." She sighed. "Seriously sometimes I just feel like-"
"Cutting his damn ponytail off!" He nodded. "I know exactly how you feel!" She burst into laughter and headed towards the door. John was very disturbed by the fact he was watching her bum as she went.
"You know you're wrong, you have a great sense of humour." She said leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh I know and I'm also very giving too. So, even if you're not going to take a break, the least you could do is come to dinner tonight with me." He said waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"That's sweet, but yet again I'm sorry I can't. I actually having dinner with someone else." And with that she headed out of the door. He ran towards the door and called out from it.
"With who?" He shouted down the hallway.
"With Steven." She then turned the corner.
John walked back into the briefing room. Who the hell is Steven? Oh my god! Steven as in Steven Caldwell Steven? Holy crap. If John could have fainted there and then he would have, but unfortunately the floors were just to hard for that. What does she see in him? And then he stormed out of the briefing room in search of answers.
I'm so sorry it's so crap. If you don't want me to continue just tell me. If you do want me to continue please, please, give me some ideas for the next chapter otherwise I'm screwed. Lots of love PickledOnion xxxx