Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once: I don't own any of the characters and I'm not making money off of doing this. This is simply for fun.
Present Day (December 31, 2008, XYZ Bar):
John slowly walks towards the brunette. Shorter than the blonde, but just about his height. "I was wondering if I could buy you a drink."
"You sure can, sweetheart!" She drawled out in a southern accent. "The name's Belle." She tells him as she offers her hand. John takes it and kisses the back of her hand.
"Belle." John says with a smile. "How fitting."
"That's what they all say."
"So," John says as he guides her through the throng of people towards the bar, his hand on the small of her back. "what's your poison, Belle?"
"A southern comfort, of course." She tells him as she bats her eyelashes.
"Of course." John smiles. "A southern comfort and another scotch please." He tells the bartender. Leaning against the bar counter he focuses his attention on the Brunette.
Her hand starts playing with the hem of his jacket. "You haven't given me your name yet." She says flirtingly.
"John." He tells her as he's eyeing her up and down.
"You're making me blush all over with the way you're looking at me, John." She says huskily, leaning closer to him.
Flashback to July 4th 1994:
"Hey guys!" A twelve year old Elizabeth says to her friends who are playing a game of catch. She waves them over to come closer to her. Another girl in a green dress is at her side. Curious, John, Rodney and Evan stop their game of catch and approach Elizabeth. Elizabeth's whispering something to the newcomer, and she nods her head and smiles.
"Hey Lizzie!" Evan says.
"Hey guys!" She says again. "Hey I want you all to meet Teyla…"
Rodney butts in. "One of your new charity cases again, Eli… oomph!" John elbows him on the stomach.
"F.Y.I. Rodney, no." Elizabeth says as she glares at him. "Teyla actually just moved here from Hawaii. She and her family moved into the house next to ours. She'll be joining our class this coming school year." Then turning to Teyla she says "Unfortunately, he's gonna be in our class, too." Elizabeth says, nodding towards Rodney.
"Hey!" Rodney protests. Teyla purses her lips to keep from giggling, while Evan and John just snort out loud.
"So he's Rodney." Elizabeth says, rolling her eyes, then smiling at Evan, "This is Evan, he's not in our class, he's a year younger." Evan smiles at Teyla as they shake hands. "And this is John. He's the one who lives high up on the hill." She says pointing to their right.
John eagerly shakes her hand, "Hawaii, wow. So you know how to surf then?" He asks her.
"No. Not my thing. Dancing is, though. Ballet." John nods at this. Elizabeth looks at the two of them back and forth. It seems like neither one is going to break their gaze.
"Come and get 'em!" Someone yells.
"Hotdogs!" Rodney says, almost jumping from where he stood. Evan and Elizabeth walk over to one of the picnic tables, leaving John and Teyla standing there.
John breaks the silence first. "Wanna go grab a bite to eat? My treat." He says jokingly, Teyla laughs. They walk together towards the picnic table that their friends are occupying already. Teyla sits on one side of the bench, beside Elizabeth. John takes the seat opposite her. John and Rodney are already arguing about who's better, Superman or Batman.
"Hands down, Batman is better!" Rodney argues.
"How is Batman better?" John asks frustratingly.
"Duh! Superman has powers. So he has an advantage. Whereas Batman has brains!" Rodney explains. "He uses his intellect…"
"And money! That's his advantage. He could make all those gadgets with his money. Come on – the bat-mobile!"
"Still…" Rodney continues. The argument continues to simmer.
"Are they always like this?" Teyla whispers to Elizabeth.
"Since the day they were born." Elizabeth answers. "We've known each other since we were little. All four of us." She explains as she grabs her glass of orange juice. As Elizabeth is about to take a sip, Teyla's eyes widen and she points at the glass. Elizabeth looks down inside her cub and sees a tiny frog swimming in her juice. "Aaaah!" She screams. "Mike Branton! You better start running!" Then looking around she spots a lanky boy running towards the trees, laughing. She hops off the bench and chases after him.
Evan and Rodney are laughing hysterically, falling off the bench and holding their bellies. Teyla reaches for the cup. Draining it on the ground then taking the frog in both her hands to cup it. Looking over at John she asks him "Do you want to help me find a place to let him go?"
"Sure. I think I know a place." John leads her to a tiny pond by the park hidden by some bushes. Teyla kneels down on the ground, and sets the frog free. She looks up at John, who's squatting down beside her, watching her with an amused expression on his face.
"What?" Teyla asks, her eyebrows raised.
"Nothing. It's just that, other than Elizabeth you're like the only girl I know who doesn't care about touching gross stuff." Teyla still looks confused, so he further explains "Most girls my age scream when they see frogs or caterpillars. Lizzie didn't scream because of the frog. She screamed because of Mike, who put the frog in her drink."
"Okay." She slowly drawls out, unsure still.
"It's a compliment. I think you're really cool." John simply says to her, making her blush prettily.
Back to the Present:
"I said, you're making me blush, John." Belle tells John.
"Oh, I am?" John asks stupidly, shaking his head. Looking around him, he says "I think this place is getting too crowded." Taking a hold of her elbow he pulls her towards the restroom area. He pushes her gently against the wall in between the doors to the ladies' and men's rooms. She combs her fingers through his hair, her other hand on his belt to pull him towards her. John bends down and takes her lips. He kisses her hard. Trying to erase the memory of Teyla. But to no avail. "Teyla." He says. A slip of the tongue.
"Belle." She says in between breaths. John stops. "It's okay. We just met anyway." She tells him, as she tries to pull his head down for another kiss.
John pushes her away gently. "I'm sorry. I can't do this." He turns away from her ad wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He spots Ronon sitting at the bar again and walks towards his friend.
"A shot of Tequila." Ronon tells the bartender.
"Make that two." When they get their shots they both tap their shot glasses down on the bar and down them. The fireworks have started and people are cheering and kissing. John and Ronon clink their glasses together and sip their scotch.
"Happy New Year man." They both say.
TBC.
Note: Happy Friday everyone!