Title: Sunday Evening
Author: Ravenstarwind
Rating: K
Pairings: John/Elizabeth friendship, Ronon/Teyla
Summary: The team decides Elizabeth needs time off, and takes action.
Spoilers: None really. Inspired by vague spoilers for s3 ep "Sunday"
Another day, another crisis averted, barely. Elizabeth rubbed her eyes. It just never stopped, did it? Here she had been hoping for a lazy Sunday afternoon. Ha. Thank heavens for John's instincts.
Speak of the devil. An apt description of the grin he was wearing as he sauntered into her office. Oh no, he was up to something again. "What can I do for you, Colonel?" hoping he'd take the hint.
He didn't. "We were going to take in a movie. We were hoping you could join us," he said without preamble.
"I have work to do... what are you doing?"
He had turned, signaling to the team gathered outside. En masse they entered the office. Ronon on one side, John on the other, they lifted her out of her chair as Teyla pulled it out from under her. Rodney swooped in, saving her work on her laptop before closing it. They frog-marched her, still protesting, past the grinning control room staff (the traitors), all the way to the media room. Once there, John sat her down, plopping himself down next to her, his expression daring her to try to escape. Ronon and Teyla settled down on the other sidewhile Rodney fiddled with the DVD player.
"Hey, just where am I supposed to sit?"
Ronon obligingly lifted Teyla (who was trying not to giggle) halfway into his lap. Huffing, Rodney sat down between them and Elizabeth. It was still a tight fit.
If anyone had asked her later, she couldn't have told them what the movie was about. The plot was confusing enough without the questions fired off by the two aliens. But Elizabeth found herself thoroughly enjoying the evening. Even if it had begun with a kidnapping.
Much later, she opened her eyes, horrified. She had fallen asleep. She tried futilely to sit up, but there was a warm weight draped over her legs. Rodney. Turning her head slightly, she found she was in turn sprawled across John. Ronon and Teyla were still curled up together on the other end of the couch. She sighedin resignation. As she began to drift off again, she fervently hoped no one would walk in.
