Irresistible, Not
John sighed quietly as he made his way back to his quarters. Finally, everything was over and now he could get some well-earned sleep. It was good to have everything back to normal, especially now that Carson was no longer acting like an infatuated idiot over some guy scamming his entire town. Having to watch Carson act like that had been infuriating, and not at all like the man he'd come to know over the past three years.
Seeing Carson act like that had left him itching to wipe that smug smirk off Lucius' face every time he saw it, and don't even get him started on how it had felt having to hear Carson go on about Lucius needing him. As if John didn't. The thing he had with Carson, whatever it was, was one of the most important things in his life, and he wasn't willing to give it up, not for anything. Even now he still couldn't believe Elizabeth had sent Carson of all people on a mission to a suspected Wraith outpost with only Teyla and Ronon for backup. Never mind that Carson had made it back, and never mind that Elizabeth hadn't exactly been in her right mind, that was something he couldn't forget just like that. If he was honest with himself, it was something he wasn't sure he could forgive easily either.
When Carson had come to spring him from the brig, he wasn't sure what was going on, if he'd really managed to get through to him earlier, or if Lucius simply wanted to see him as Carson claimed. It hadn't mattered anyway. With Lucius' orders blindly obeyed, he'd been let out, with only Carson to guard him. He shook his head, he'd have words with those marines later about that. Carson's clipped tone left him in no doubt that the doctor was back to normal, no longer extolling the virtues of a man who could supposedly cure a cold in a week. Hah. Given a week, his cold would probably go all by itself anyway. Still, it had been worth it, just to see the look on Lucius' face when he realised Carson wasn't under his thumb anymore.
The satisfaction made him smirk even now. That's what you got for messing with John Sheppard and the people he cared about. Rolling his neck on his shoulders he walked wearily into his quarters. And stopped dead. Carson was sitting on his bed, looking at him with a still faintly sheepish expression.
"I was wondering when you'd get back."
"I'm here now. I had to distribute the serum to the people in Lucius' village, make sure he can't do this to anyone else." Pulling off his jacket tiredly, John sneezed. "I hate this cold," he snapped miserably. He was tired of sneezing and coughing all the time.
"Aye, well. It helped us out today. We'd all be lost if it hadn't been for your cold." Carson had stood up and walked over to him, thumb caressing John's face gently. "Did I thank you for bringing me to my senses yet?"
John smiled a little. "You may have mentioned… something."
"Only 'something?'" Carson asked archly, his accent thickening deliberately. "I'll have to do better."
"Mmmm. Especially as I had to watch you all but throw yourself at the guy. And did I mention how frustrating it was having to listen to you go on about how Lucius 'needed' you?"
Carson flinched a little, then the smile returned. "I'm sure I can ease some of those… frustrations. If you've a mind to it."
"You'll catch my cold," John warned, not really putting up much resistance when Carson leaned in to kiss him softly.
"It's going around," Carson mumbled.
"Is it?"
"Mm hm."
The conversation died as mouths were put to better use and John revelled in having Carson's attention firmly fixed on him. Just the way it should be.