One Hundred Sparkified Drabbles (71-80) by AndromedaMarine

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Athosian Tea Part Eight (71)

John didn't know how he was going to keep his sanity of Rodney continued his concert.

The scientist had transitioned into a song of his own design, set to the tune of 'Twinkle Twinkle.' "Johnny loves Eliz-abeth, and he has some real bad breath, even though if-I-don't-shut-up-he'll-hit-me, I'm just going to keep singing, Johnny loves Eliz-abeth, and he has some real bad breath."

At that one John let out a small snort of laughter, though resenting the bit about his breath. As a precaution he breathed on Rodney's face, and sent the scientist hacking into silence.

"Serves you right," John said, smiling.

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Overworked, Under-rested, Part Three (72)

John immediately sobered, and he thought back to the recent mission involving a really bad Wraith ambush. "Oh."

"Let me get these done, John, and then I'll come to bed." She sighed, closing her eyes against a wave of tears.

The colonel stood, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry I bothered you," he whispered.

She reached one hand up to rest against his neck. "Don't be... I think I needed the distraction."

"I'll wait up," John said. "Just in case you need a hug to fall asleep."

Elizabeth smiled up at him. "Thank you."

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Meet the Parents, Part One of Three (73)

"We have to tell your dad and my mom."

Personnel were one thing, but parents? "Your mom will rip me limb from limb."

She snorted. "Don't be ridiculous, you're an Air Force Colonel. She'll love you. Everyone always does."

"I dunno about that. Wraith, Dave, and Nancy never seem to. Not to mention Michael and Kavanaugh have it in for me."

She shifted her weight. "Okay, but my mom will love you. I swear, she will! Don't you trust me?"

He kissed her forehead. "Of course I trust you, Lizzie."

She smiled. John was nervous about meeting her mother!

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Free Range (74)

"You're like a chicken."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, like a free range bird. You go after all the women within radar."

"I don't follow your twisted logic."

"Aargh, you're such a Kirk! Kirk! A new girl every night!"

"I beg your pardon, but I don't date girls. I date women. And I haven't dated anyone since we came here."

"I find that hard to believe, Mr. Free Range."

"Rodney, don't make me hurt you."

"Ah hah! So you are dating someone! Who is it? Tell me!"

"If I was dating anyone, nothing in the universe would make me tell you, of all people."

"It's Elizabeth, isn't it? Ow!!!"

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Trek is Soooooo Sci-Fi (75)

"Did you watch Star Trek when you were a kid?" John asks Elizabeth after dinner in their quarters.

She nods. "I was a Trekkie, yes. You?"

John shrugs. "More or less. I think the fact that Rodney's intent on changing my name to James Tiberius Kirk means something, but anyways. Does it seem so futuristic now?"

Elizabeth stops untying a boot and looks up at her husband. "Now that I think of it...no. Star Trek isn't as sci-fi as it was forty years ago. Why?"

"I dunno. I was just thinking that we're so much more advanced than the rest of Earth... Now the tech of Star Trek is a distinct possibility."

Elizabeth kicks her boots off and stands on her tip-toes to kiss John. "Honey, we're already there."

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Trail Mix (76)

"You know what I miss?" Elizabeth asked John one morning in the commissary. "About Earth, I mean."

"A cold beer and watching Monday night football on my couch?" John quipped, shoveling a fork load of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

Elizabeth let her lip curve upwards. "Well, that's nice too, but I miss trail mix."

John stared at her. "Trail mix?"

"That mix of nuts, raisins, chocolate, and whatever else you eat on hikes, etcetera. Trail mix."

He paused. "And why, pray tell, do you miss trail mix?"

"We don't hike in the Pegasus galaxy. I guess I miss the day-trips where we're all alone in the wilderness." She sighed.

"We'll go hiking on leave," John said.

Elizabeth smiled.

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Take My Hand (77)

Take my hand, I told him. Take my hand, and the pain will disappear. Take my hand, and I won't care how hard you squeeze it, as long as we're connected. Trust me, I told him. Trust me, and you won't have to fight falling asleep. The nightmares won't come if I'm right here. Trust me, I'll be right here when you wake up. Don't worry, I told him. Don't worry about the bandages and the stitches and the plaster casts. Don't worry about not saying the right thing, because I can feel it in your grasp. I love you too.

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Truth Doesn't Always Hurt (78)

"You know the saying 'the truth hurts'?" John asked one starry evening on the Balcony of Sanctity. Elizabeth stood at the edge, gazing out at the waves crashing against the edge of Atlantis.

"Sure. Doesn't everyone?"

"I was just makin' sure," John said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his fatigues. "I don't think the truth always hurts. Do you?"

Elizabeth faced him. "I usually know where your trains of thought go, but on this one...I have no idea. But I agree. Sometimes the truth is a relief."

John stepped within a foot of the civilian leader of Atlantis, his eyes searching hers. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then swiftly leaned down and kissed her.

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English (79)

"You ever wonder why every human population we meet off-world knows English?" John asked Rodney after poking his head into the astrophysicist's lab. "I mean, it seems sort of weird, right?"

"The only language you should be worrying about is the language women speak, if you want to convince Weir to go out with you," Rodney said without looking up.

"You're avoiding my question," John huffed.

"And you're avoiding my point." Rodney lifted his eyes to the colonel. "Who cares if the Ancients taught English to all the planets they populated? English is the least of your worries." He turned his gaze back to the computers.

Rodney had a point. John left to find Elizabeth.

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No Regrets While Holding Hands (80)

There're no regrets while holding hands. Nothing to look back upon and wish they'd done it differently. Though casualties such as Peter, Carson, and Kate rocked their foundation, they found they could get through it together. The years behind them are full of tragedy and bliss, sadness and joy. And they held hands through the worst. Held each other when the other could've died, or after a reunion after hardship. There are no regrets while holding hands. No regrets about living in another galaxy, on another planet, fighting another species. There is nothing to say in comment but "I love you."

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Two chapters to go! Just an FYI: I need some prompts to finish this story. PM me your ideas!