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Dear Diary...

Looking through past entries, I felt my face heat up and laughed a little, thankful I was in the privacy of my own quarters. There was a lot in here, about John, and all of it was embarrassing. It would be mortifying if he ever found it. Still, I pursed my lips and began today's topic of what was on my mind.

John's hands.

Wow, all I got was two words, and I was blushing like a school girl. It was incredibly... Well, my mind imagined all sorts of things from them.

Today I got injured on an off world mission that didn't go exactly to plan.

But then, how was I to know that the people had a thing about women in charge? They didn't like it, it seemed, but luckily I was there with John's team and they were able to save me before the people decided to have me executed.

How does that bring into picture John's hands? Quite simple. I got cut on the wrist, and shoulder, and he's the one who bandaged me. Teyla offered, but he seemed to take it personally, that anyone dared touch me, so he did it himself.

The first thing he did was to carefully get my vest and jacket off. I was struck that his fingers were so nimble, and the way they had no trouble on the buttons on my uniform had me blushing. If I was lucky, he wouldn't notice.

His attention seemed to be focused solely on my injuries.

I could see that his fingers were long and slender and a little bit calloused. I expected his grip to be rough, but once again he shocked me. I saw the way he handled one of the guards, at my cell. He grabbed the guy by the collar, with one hand, and practically threw him on to the ground!

Dangerous.

Yet... Here he was, very gently removing my vest and jacket, leaving me in my t-shirt, and then he rolled up my sleeve to bare the cut on my shoulder.

His fingers kept brushing against my skin. It couldn't be helped, the way he was cleaning the wound, but they were...hot. Not warm, as you'd expect, but hot. I felt the callouses draw across my arm, but the touch was feather light and so soft.

John licked his lips as his hand ran over my arm, and he carefully bandaged my injuries. They weren't severe, but he mentioned not wanting to chance an infection, or leaving a blood trail for the enemy.

Excuses? Maybe.

You didn't see or here me complaining. Rodney, yes, as he had yet another splinter in his hand and John just threw a pair of tweezers at him. But not me. John's eyes were locked on mine, and I didn't know what to say.

We didn't have too much trouble getting back to the gate, and John held my hand the entire way.

It wasn't a romantic gesture...I think. I wasn't sure. I wasn't really paying attention, to be honest. My mind was more stuck on how firm his hands were, and the strength I could feel in them, but though they were calloused, I liked how they felt in mine. My hand was smaller, that I could see, and he clutched it like he was afraid to let go.

BEEP!

Looking up from my book, I raised an eyebrow. I hadn't been expecting anyone. Frowning for a moment, I saved and closed my diary before making sure me and my room were presentable. "Come in!"

There was no response.

Not really knowing what to expect, or what to say or do, I got up and walked over to my door. Opening it, I felt my eyes widen to find a single rose on the ground, looking fresh picked from the greenhouse we'd formed on base.

Kneeling down, I picked up the rose and smiled. For a moment, I imagined John in the greenhouse, running his hands over the roses and then picking one. Strangely, even though I didn't know who'd sent this rose, I had a very strong feeling it was a certain black haired, green eyed Colonel on base.

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I'm sure you've noticed by now, I tend to bring in John at some point, and they have a brief discussion, or something happens. I like to add a little bit of interaction and dialogue, rather than simply thoughts and opinions in narration form. Does that make any sense? O.o

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Tenshi