Sparklyshimmer2010 - Well I find that sometimes, the more I think about something, the better I get at picturing it, and the better I get into the character's head. It helps me to write in their perspective, and understand their words and thoughts better. For the petition on petitionspot, you just type in your name, or any name you chose, and then your email, and hit the button underneath and you've signed it. There's already over 21 000 signatures on that site.

Sometimes I do tend to get confusing, because I have several ways to get the story going, and they all try to come out at once, LOL. As long as you understood it ok, that's good. Just let me know if anything confuses, and I'll try to fix it. :)

Hmmm... I have no idea, LOL. His dream...is for him to know and us to write whatever we want and play around with it. LOL!

Charlie Blue - I know! I like the tiny bit of roundness. He's not really muscled and it helps to make him seem more real, rather than the muscle heads who seem like steroid freaks, they are so big. Ah well, we can always use our imagination. Not to mention... I found a pic of Joe in nothing but boxers online, so... Muse fuel right there. LOL! It's ok, I'm not as into Rick as Joe, but I do see what you mean, he is a very good looking man. nd yes, I agree. He's not overly muscled or overly hairy, and it suits him, really. LMAO Hairy Robby Williams? O.o Ok, (goes to picture of boxer-clad Joe)... MUCH better! (P.S Did you notice he wasn't only SHIRTless? LOL!)

I'm glad the chapter title was ok, I wasn't sure. I was going more for her inner thoughts and more private actions that Atlantis never shows us. And yet, still try to keep it in character. :) Hope you slept well.

Thank you all for sticking with me and I'm glad you like it so far!

Oh, and I don't know the ages of the characters, so I'm basically guessing.

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John Sheppard, 41 years old, though he really didn't look it. He could be really serious when he wanted to, but those times were few and far between, when Atlantis and her people weren't in trouble.

If I had to use a word to describe John, well…. It would depend on my mood, and how things were, at the time.

Sometimes, the only word that I could possibly just to describe him was 'cute'.

Yeah, you're probably wondering what I mean. John, an adult, military officer, cute?

Trust me, when he gets into trouble, you haven't seen his face when he tries to get out of it. He's got this thing for pouting, rolling out his bottom lip to pronounce it more, and giving big puppy dog eyes up through his eyelashes.

Not to mention those damn dimples!

Look at the time he disobeyed my orders, when we had the outbreak through Atlantis. An infected person was heading my way, this was so long ago, I forget who that was now, and because John went after him, he ended up switching his direction and ending up in the filled lunchroom. John had been in so much trouble, but I couldn't be as severe on him as I wanted, because of his expression.

Ok, so that time he wasn't really playing around, or pouting so much.

But the time he angered some natives on P7M-643, when he accidentally repeated something McKay had said, louder and in their hearing, the pout on his face was the strongest yet. Hell, he'd even included a small, shy smile, for effect.

Needless to say, I had to go back and endure a whole pile of rituals to get back on their good sides again.

Then there was the time he was forced to prance around in a short, leather…dress, that the people of yet another allied world used, to participate in a ceremony. He'd been mortified about it, but Ronon, Lorne and Rodney kept bugging him about it.

"I never knew the Col. had such nice legs."

"Oh come on, Sheppard, you loved it."

"Col. John Sheppard in a dress… Hmm, very interesting."

"Hey!" He'd turned a cute shade of pink, and the embarrassed look on his face as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

Actually, it was interesting, but for the sake of his mortification, I decided no to comment on that.

Today... It's his outfit and hair.

We're having another casual day. We'd started it, once a month days off, in order to help our people relax, and we allowed for casual wear because I knew the uniform thing could stress some people out, or be a constant reminder of their office, and job.

Me, I was in a pair of black jogging pants, and a purple tank top, relaxing in the training room after a good run. I was hot, sweaty and trying to relax a little, see if I could meditate for a bit before returning to my room to change.

So, imagine my surprise when John Sheppard joined me.

Well, I don't know if he was trying to meditate or not, but he sat quietly next to me, and when I looked at him, he had his eyes closed. I took that opportunity to get a look at him.

He wore slightly baggy, dark blue jeans, with a grey button down shirt, and a black sweater that was really baggy and the sleeves covered his hands, to his knuckles. His hair was even more messy then usual, and I noticed his five o'clock shadow was slightly more pronounced than usual.

It gave him a more scruffy look then I was used to, and the outfit made him look boyish.

Definitely cute.

I didn't realize I was staring until his green eyes slowly opened, really contrasting compared to his black hair, and his head slowly turned to me. Seeing my look, he gave a tiny crooked grin and raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Just not used to seeing..." I caught myself before saying 'you', as I'd seen him in casual wear before. It was just still a little odd. "My people in casual wear." I plucked at my tank top, being disturbingly aware I probably stank. "Or being in it, myself."

He chuckled a little and nodded. "Yeah, I know how you feel. It's...awkward, being out of uniform."

"That's a bad thing, you know." I quipped with as much of a serious expression as I could pull off. "It's supposed to be the other way around."

"Then we've all got the same problem." He answered with a big grin.

Shaking my head, I slowly stood up. "I better get going. If I'm lucky, I can get a shower in before anyone goes looking for me."

"Too late. Rodney was freaking when he couldn't find you, or contact you over the comm."

Feeling at my ear, I felt my face heat up when I realized I'd forgotten my ear piece. "Well, uhh..." I squared my shoulder and stared at him defiantly. "It's my day off, you can deal with McKay."

Now he grimaced. "Hey! It's my day off, too!" He was pouting, again, that lower lip sticking out in a way that was all too cute. Grinning a little, he backed towards he door, giving me a twice over with his eyes before winking. "By the way. Looking good." He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Cute." I stated, walking over and poking him in the side, biting my lip as he yelped. Walking past him, I raised an eyebrow. "And you know? I could definitely say the same." Without even waiting for an answer, I made my way off down the hall, a grin on my face.

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