One Hundred Sparkified Drabbles (41-50) by AndromedaMarine
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Athosian Tea, Part Five (41)
Great. So now Sheppard was shiny and cute. Elizabeth was completely unconscious there on the Jumper bench, John taking calculated breaths so he wouldn't collapse as well. In the distance he saw Rodney fall flat on his face after initiating a one-legged race with Jinto and Wex. So much for the self-defined "smartest man in two galaxies" acting as such. John began to whack himself repeatedly over the head. A few feet away, Teyla and Ronon stumbled out of the thick bushes, faces red with laughter. John continued to hit himself.
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Breakdown Part Three of Three (42)
"I can't lose you," he repeated, this time looking straight into her eyes. "It's not just the city, Liz – it's me too."
Elizabeth blinked a few times, unwilling to let tears obscure her vision. "John...I don't think..." She stepped past him to lean heavily against the railing. "It's unprofessional, for one." Her breakdown began to start up again, and soon her cheeks were far from dry. She felt him put his hands on her shoulders.
John turned her around and lifted her chin. "Don't think that way. Go with your heart." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I love you."
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Side Effects of Too Much Coffee (43)
Rodney couldn't sit still. Elizabeth kept count of the plethora of mugs crowding a shelf, estimating that each one had been filled at least thrice. And this was just for today. "Twenty seven cups of coffee, Rodney? You're going to explode!"
He shook his head vigorously, moving from laptop to laptop. "Nope. I've got it all under control."
"Care to elaborate?"
He shook his head again. "I've got it all planned out."
John walked in and did the math. "He will explode. That way he can't spread the gossip."
Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow at him. John held up three fingers, ticking each off. Rodney fell asleep at a desk just as the colonel put down number three, pulling Liz into a kiss.
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Valentine's Day (44)
Elizabeth met a shock of pink when she entered her office on February fourteenth. A pink thermos awaited her on the desk, filled with coffee. A pink heart-shaped box with chocolates rested next to the thermos, and a pink envelope sat in front of them. Pink heart balloons littered the ceiling and Elizabeth burst into giggles. A pink teddy bear lounged on her chair. She opened the card, a smile erupting on her face. John Sheppard appeared in the doorway, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. Sheppard."
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Some Things are Just Too Obvious (45)
"You like her, you like her," Rodney taunted in a sing-song manner. John just barely missed landing a right hook to the scientist's arm, a man who leapt skillfully away from the colonel. "You like her, you like her, you li – oof!" He was suddenly out of air when John ran headlong into the astrophysicist, who slid right across the gym's mat to tumble in a heap against the wall.
"Are you going to shut up now?" John panted, getting to his feet and doubling over so his hands were pressed against his knees.
Rodney shook his head weakly, but the smile on his face was full of strength. "Told you so." John tackled him again.
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Head over Heels (46)
Elizabeth blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things when Rodney tumbled head over heels over the control tower banister. Her eyes followed the astrophysicist's tumble, cringing when his body connected with hard surface. Surprisingly, he didn't seem harmed. Nevertheless, John knew a lecture was coming.
"Major Sheppard! What the hell is going on here? Since when is pushing people off the balcony considered a good idea?"
Rodney rushed up to her, showing off the green turtle-backed device. "I'm invulnerable!"
"That isn't the first thing we tried. I shot him." Elizabeth's eyebrows went up. "In the leg," he added as if that would make it okay.
She shook her head, enjoying the grin plastered dumbly across his face.
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Knocks at Midnight (47)
Elizabeth woke to frantic knocks on her door. She glanced at her luminescent clock, groaning when she saw it read twelve thirty. In the morning. She rolled from the covers when the echoes failed to stop, pulling a cardigan around her shoulders if it wasn't a senior member. The leader yawned as she approached the door, waving her hand over the blue panel. Her eyes grew wide when John's complexion met her eyes and he rushed inside, waving his hand to close the doors again.
"John! What're – " He put his hand over her mouth.
He relaxed as he looked into her bright eyes, letting his hand fall. "I dreamt you died...and I couldn't live with it..." He searched her eyes.
John drew her into a melting kiss, reminding himself she was real and alive.
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Remembering to Breathe (48)
For being a calculated soldier in the United States Air Force, Lieutenant-Colonel Jonathan Sheppard could not, for the life of him, remember to breathe. It didn't matter that he'd trekked through the blistering desert of Afghanistan with another soldier on his back or flown in high altitude on fifty hours of no sleep– it didn't matter that he was used to battling an alien whose complexion could use some serious Neutrogena – it didn't matter that he was living in another galaxy entirely. He could not remember how to breathe. It didn't seem to be that involuntary action anymore; now the simple function required complete concentration. He wasn't off-world fighting hand-to-hand with the Wraith or flying in high-speed combat over remote airspace in McMurdo. He was focused on Elizabeth.
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The Silent Guardian (49)
He stood by her side when everything went wrong. He fought for her safety when the city was overrun. He conspired alongside her when their home was taken away from them. They defied Pentagonal orders to return to their home and save Atlantis from the Replicators. He didn't leave her side when tragedy befell them. She found comfort when he held her close to his body, warding off the daemons that had come to take her away from him. He wanted so much to tell her how much he loved her – that he wasn't just doing it because it was his job. He was the silent guardian.
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Never Look Away From Me (50)
"Liz, I want you to promise that if you're ever hurt when we're out there, if something goes wrong – keep your eyes on me..." He held her head in his hands, captivated by her features. Her eyes did not waver as she stared at him. "Never look away from me, Liz, because I need to know that you're going to be okay if something goes wrong."
She nodded. "John, I wouldn't want to look anywhere but at you..." She gripped his wrists. "But why are you asking me now, when I've already been on so many missions with you?" she breathed.
John lowered his forehead to hers. "Because now I know I can't stand to lose you..."
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Aha! I'm picking it up! Wow... this one isn't months late... I guess I have extra inspiration. R&R!
