Just another little spur of the moment fic. I was listening to Daniel Powter's song Bad Day, and this came to me. Hope you like it!
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Elizabeth had had a bad day. Not that she didn't have a lot of them, because really she had more than you could count. But this day seemed to stand out from the rest. Every bad day she seemed to have, at the end of it she found herself looking out at the ocean on her balcony. Her balcony, and his. John Sheppard always knew when she was out there. He let her be by herself for about ten minutes and then came out to see if she was ok. She might need someone just to stand next to her, or to tell her something wasn't her fault, and that no one was perfect. He always seemed to know what she needed. She never knew how he could figure her out so easily, but he did and she loved that about him. Whenever he looked at you, it felt like he was reading your thoughts. Like he was looking right through you with his brilliant eyes. And so she waited on their balcony, thinking her brilliant, and wonderful thoughts until he came right on schedule. Of course he knew all she needed presence, and they stood their,leaning on the railing basking in each others company as her bad day seemed to just disappear from her mind.
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