Summary: The reason why he loves those turkey sandwhiches...ONESHOT!
A/N: This fic was partly ispired by a brillient song called Never to Know by Lene Marlin, partly inspired by the annoying plot bunnies who wouldn't let me sleep until this was written! Oh, and PLEASE REVIEW: )
Rating: Teen
"Hey!"
John Sheppard looked up from his lunch to see a certain grinning Dr. standing in front of him.
"Hey Elizabeth" he replied, returning the smile, as she placed her tray down on the cafeteria table and sat opposite him. They sat quietly for a while, picking at their food, before John broke the silence.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes-no-well...its just...are you ok? You haven't seemed yourself lately"
John frowned, angry with himself for letting it show. "Im fine" he replied, seeing the sceptical look on her face "honestly. Im just tired, I guess"
"Oh" she replied, sensing she shouldn't push him. They lasped into silence again.
"So...what do you have for lunch?" Elizabeth ventured.
"Turkey sandwhiches" John replied with a small grin.
"I should have guessed" she said, wryly. John didn't reply.
"John, honey, come in and have your lunch!"
An 8 year old John looked up through the long grass to see his mother calling from the back door, his little sister Molly on her hip. Scrambling to his feet, he ran up the from the wild part of his backyard and into the kitchen, ramming straight into his father.
"Hey, slow down there champ!" his father said, ruffling his sons messy hair "Now, what kind of sanwhich do you want?"
"Turkey!" came the instantanious reply. Not that John actually like turkey.
His father beamed. " I should have guessed! Just like your old man, eh sport"
"Yup" John replied, grinning.
That had been the best weekend of John's life. His dad has stayed at home and brought him fishing, to the movies, played catch with him in the evenings. Except the following Monday night, when John was at a friends house, his father was killed in a bar fight. The anniversary of that Monday was next week.
"John?" Elizabeth's voice brought him back to the present.
"Im sorry" he said, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "what did you say?"
"I asked why you like turkey so much...are you sure you're ok?"
John paused.
"It tastes better than chicken" .
Fin