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I hum along to the music that's playing away on my laptop while hanging up my alphabet poster. It's really cool; it has all the letters of the alphabet in bubble letters with a word and a picture to go with the letter (like for 'A' there's an apple). Since I'm 5'5" and the wall is much more higher than me, I have to stand on a chair and even then it's not high enough so I end up on my tip-toes, trying not to fall off. I'd like to keep my visits to the infirmary at a minimum, thank you very much, no matter how cute Carson is. The song ends as I finish hanging the poster up and hop down from the chair another one starts to play.
Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight In a whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind Late night, in passing, mention it flip to her Best friend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped but the slip turns to terror and a crush to like when she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright…
Hey, who put this on my computer? It must have been Dave. Oh well, I like the song; just not what it means. I start to gently dance to the song as I make my way over to the pile of stuff I still have to put up. I had set my music player on random so I wasn't surprised when it went from techno to alternative, but was surprised to hear this song play. I find myself softly singing along while sifting through the pile, trying to decide what to hang up next. I brought along a bunch of themes; fall, winter, holidays, spring, summer, back to school, etc. I decided to go with the back to school theme although it won't be starting until next week. I have little school buses and schoolhouses up around the room as well as kids holding books and wearing backpacks. I even threw up a few leaves around the room since the season was starting to change. I haven't set up the area rug yet because they mistakenly put it in my quarters and I haven't felt like lugging it through the hallways yet, so I'm leaving that for last. Maybe I can find some cute soldier boy and use my "womanly charms" to get him to help me with it. I pick up a purple dinosaur saying 'reading is cool' poster and move to put it up, lip-syncing to the lyrics.
…I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right I want to hold you close Soft breath, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart…
"Isn't that lovely."
I jump when I hear someone speak. I look up and see a lanky dark haired man leaning against the doorframe. After my 'deer in headlights' impersonation, I realize that the song is still playing and I dash over to turn it off. After hitting the 'pause' button, I feel my cheeks start to heat up and I say, "Make a hobby out of sneaking up behind people?" He smiles and gives a soft chuckle.
"I can't help it if I have the natural stealth of a cat." He replies.
"You mean a lynx?" I retort. Hey, look at that; my brain can work...just not how I want it to. I mean, Lynx? Where the hell did that come from? I seem have a habit of opening my mouth when I should just keep it shut. Like now.
He just smiles more and said, "I was thinking more tiger. I wanted to let you know that there's a boot camp for all the newbie's on Atlantis this weekend-"
"Let me guess, I have to go?" I say before he could finish.
"And she's smart as well as cute. Friday 11am, show up at the Gate room. Don't be late." He says then turns around and walks into the hallway.
Hold up, back up a minute, rewind the tape, watch the replay; was he just flirting with me? My feet become unglued from the floor and I go after him. "Hey," I call out. He stops and turns around. "what's you're name? I'm Max."
"John. John Sheppard." He says and then grins at me and walks away.
I just stand there. The military commander of Atlantis was just flirting (or at least I think it was flirting) with me. Did they leave any of the cute guys on Earth or are they all over here? A kid runs past me and I hear someone yell, "Patrick Allen McKay stop running and Get Back Here!" So there's one of kids I'll be looking after. Lucky me.
A/N: Sorry for the time inbetween posts, life's been crazy. The next two chapters were inspired by 'The Atlantis Handbook' by Cammy. Go read it, it's laugh-out-loud, spit-take, people-looking-at-you-like-you-belong-in-a-nice-padded-room funny. There's five bonus points to who ever can name the song and the band that plays/sings it without looking it up on a music player or the Web. I only own Max, everything else belongs to MGM/Cooper-Wright. Read and Review, flames accepted but only in the form of constrictive criticism.