Disclaimer: I don't own it...!
A/N: For my first Atlantis fic, I've created this short, fluffy Sparky fic... Hope you like. )
It's quiet here this time of the night. Most people have retreated to their quarters to sleep and those who haven't are busy doing their jobs. It's the perfect time for me to come here, grab a slice of pie, and relax after a long day's work.
The sound of footsteps reaches my ears and I wonder who else is neglecting their sleep. I look up from my pie, my eyes scanning the room. What's she doing here? I wonder as I see who's walking towards me. When she realizes I'm watching her, she gives me a small smile.
"Mind if I join you?" she asks.
I shrug, a warm smile brightening my features, "Not at all." Of course I don't mind. She slides into the chair opposite mine, setting a box on the table in front of her. I'm curious, but try to hide it. I think she notices, though.
"Want some?" I motion to my pie before taking a bite. Mmmmm... We need to give the cook a raise.
She shakes her head, "I'm not hungry."
"Who said you needed to be hungry?" She gives me one of those looks and leans back in her chair. We share a silent moment, me slowly eating my pie while she just sits there. Finally, I break the silence, "What brings you here this time of night?"
She shrugs, "Oh...I just had a few things to do." After a pause, she leans forward, pushing the box towards me.
"What's this?"
"Open it," she says, her eyes twinkling.
I reach for the box and pull it towards me. It's kind of heavy.
"I know it's still early, but...happy birthday John."
My eyes dart up to hers, how did she... A smile slowly spreads over my face. This must be 'revenge' for me remembering her birthday last year.
I open the box. At first glance, I don't believe what I see and look up at her, then back to the box, carefully reaching in to pull the object out.
"Where did you get this?" I ask, my voice a soft, stunned whisper.
"One of the Athosians on the mainland made it for me."
I turn the small object over in my hands, inspecting its craftsmanship. The wood has been polished smooth and shines softly in the light. It's a nearly perfect replica! I'm stunned.
I set the small Puddlejumper back in the box, already planning where I will put it. I look up to see her smiling at me and I smile back. I hadn't been looking forward to my birthday, but now, thanks to her, I don't think I've ever had a better birthday than this.
I'd LOVE to hear what you think! )
