Kal - I responded to your review in the last chapter, and changed it to what you mentioned. I'm sorry if anything is wrong in the timeline. I don't have ready access to most of the episodes, besides the fifth season, and what I am writing I am either doing from memory, or from what I've read in other fictions. Trust me, I even had their names spelled wrong, before. Just feel free to let me know if I make anymore mistakes, and I will do what I can to fix them.
Charlie Blue - It annoys me that they only made him shirtless rarely in the show. But yeah, I did notice there was never any scar, and you'd expect there to be. If they have any episodes of John shirtless in season 5, keep an eye out... Bet he won't have the scars from being fed on by a Wraith, or where he was stabbed by the pole in Search and Rescue, or where he was stabbed by the tentacle/vine thing in The Seed, etc, etc... I'm not a scar person, either, but I agree with you that some scars can be considered sexy. I think John would wear them well.
Sparklyshimmer2010 - When I write these things, I try to imagine them happening with the actual characters. It's run through in my mind, and that's where I get my descriptions and ideas. I can see Elizabeth being haunted by what happened, but not being able to easily forgive herself, despite John's reassurances.
OMG! There's a petition to sign to help save SGA! Check out the Gateworld site, under news, in the comments, or send me a message and I'll send you the link!! I'd post the link here, but they won't let me post links :( (No guarantees, but I seriously hope it works!)
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There's a lot to think about, when it comes to Atlantis. Reports come in about docking ports in the water, at the edges of the city, along with requests to turn them into man-made beaches. There are huge, stable balconies, perfect for stargazing, or playing golf off of. Hell, someone found a metal step in one of the store rooms, and dragged it to the back of the lunch room, using it as a make shift stage for performances.
What was left up to me? Not the exciting discoveries. Not the ideas and excitement in hoping they'll be approved.
No, thinking of the pros and cons of each one. I allowed the make shift stage in the lunch room, because people needed a morale booster. I allowed the balconies, again, because we could use morale boosts every now and then.
The beach? There were a lot of cons to that, but I didn't really want to dismiss it so easily? If anyone would ask, my reason was that again, it could be perfect for morale. The truth? Purely selfish, I could get to see John shirtless more often.
Have you seen that man's chest?
That was...one of the up sides to working closely with him off world. The first time, I didn't notice it, because it had happened during the day the jumper got caught in the event horizon of the stargate. You know, when he had the Iratus bug attached to his neck.
Kind of hard to enjoy that, when he's surrounded by people struggling to get him to breathe again.
But the second time.. The one on the planet with the nasty storm. I'd slipped in the mud, and when he tried to help me up, he got muddy, too. Of course, I was nagging at him for bringing me to a planet during a bad storm, but in all honesty, it had come up out of nowhere, too fast to keep track of.
Either way, I was treated to the sight of John sighing loudly, cursing, and pulling off his muddy shirt, to shake it out. He's so long and lean, but he's got a nice broad chest, that's nicely muscled, too. Not a tight six pack, or perfectly flat belly. There's the tiniest bit of roundness to him, but yes, there are muscles, too. And the hair.. I'm not one for hairy men, I'm sure I've stated that before. I always prefered my guys clean shaven, but John's got a chest...
Feeling my fact heat up, I struggled to focus on the reports.
But the image of the water trickling down his chest, over his black hair and abs, and the grimace on his face as he slipped again and landed back in the mud, shirtless this time, was just too much to pass up.
"Damn!" Cursing to myself, I closed my eyes, rubbed the bridge of my nose, and turned my attention back to the reports in front of me. "Cons. Too much bacteria in the water, unknown alien life forms..." Pausing a moment, I thought about it before typing. "Bad place to be in times of attack. Out of communications range, if someone is ever needed." Frowning, I tried to tell myself that it was a really bad idea.
The fact was, I was thinking about it like I was dealing with children. These were highly trained marines. If ever attacked, they'd know where their positions were, and how to get to them the fastest. Also, Zalenka had said it would be no problem to adjust the communications to add to these areas...
It was probably a bad idea, and I was all too aware of that. There were too many variables to count, really.
In the end, I okayed it in the report, and got it ready to send off to the SGC. I explained we could use all the morale boosts we could get, at the moment, but in all actuality, I knew John would be the first to spend all his free time there, and I was looking forward to that.
Speaking of which... Getting up, I set my things carefully on my desk before heading out. I made my way down the stairs and to the nearest transporter. There, I took it to the other side of Atlantis, to a new area opened up by the city's expanding shields, and walked alone the hallways, wrinkling my nose at the smell of salt. This place needs to be cleaned. It really was amazing how Atlantis hadn't rusted at all, after 10 000 years under water.
It took me maybe 15 minutes by foot, to make it to the new docks that were opened up, and just as I'd suspected, there was one single form in the water.
"Even without permission. Why am I not surprised?" I walked over to the pile of clothing on the dock, and the towel and pursed my lips. Gathering it all up, I watched as the dark head with flattened out hair backstroked in my direction. "Hello, John." I called slightly, watching him spin in surprise.
Even under the water, I could make out his naked chest, and felt my face heat up. Luckily, the water only let you see so far, as I was holding all his clothes.
"Having fun?" Innocent. I was playing innocent. Looking at him a moment, I watched as he gaped, looking from my face with a sheepish blush, to the pile of clothing I was holding, with what looked like suspicion. "Funny, I don't remember approving this place as a beach, yet." Though that wasn't about to stop him. And I knew it.
"I, uh..." Looking at me a moment, his eyes narrowed. "I knew you would. I mean, for morale boost."
"Morale." I pretended to look thoughtful. "We already have party nights, the decks and balconies, performances in the lunch room, days off. Why would we need any more morale boosting?"
He remained treading water where he was, staring at me a moment with a look that was torn between cocky and worried.
"But you're right. I approved it."
I saw him begin to grin.
"But you were already here, before I approved it. So, you disregarded my orders."
His grin faded.
"And you need to be punished."
His eyes narrowed even more.
Turning on my heel, I began walking back to the hallway. "Enjoy your swim!" I called out over my shoulder. As I entered the hallway, I heard splashes of water.
"Elizabeth!" John's voice tinged on massive humiliation, and anger. "Come back here with my clothes!"
I kept walking, pretending not to hear him. More splashes, and I was aware of feet chasing after me. "Elizabeth!"
Now I broke out into a grin, the grin just spreading across my face. I knew he was butt naked. I was carrying his shirt, pants, towel and boxers. The only thing I'd left behind was his socks and shoes. Quickly, I made my way to the transporter and hit the button to open it. Climbing in, I knew I'd have to turn around and blushed deeply as I did so.
Well, I was right. I thought as the doors closed on John's almost pleading face. He was naked.
And if I thought his chest was nice before, that was nothing compared to a totally naked John. Shaking like a leaf, I struggled not to laugh as I climbed out of the transporter. Quickly, before he could activate it, I turned it off, leaving him stranded with only the by foot route to take back to the main tower. That would make sure John would have to pass several rooms, the lunch room, and it's lunch time, a few of the labs, and the gate room.
For a moment, I stared at the crystals, thinking about being nice and turning the transporter back on, and leaving his clothes just outside the door.
"If I go easy on him, he'll never learn." I mused out loud. "But if I pull this, I'll have him planning some sort of really evil revenge." Pursing my lips, I turned the transporter back on and placed his clothes outside of it before turning and walking briskly back to my office. "I'd rather have him never learn."
Forget the cons, there was no real point to deny the beach, and I honestly didn't want to. I just hoped Jack would see it the same way as me.
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Oh, flashing John, anyone? LOL.
Hope you like it. It's rated 'T' so not too many details on what she was seeing. LOL
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