And here is the second part, which kind of concludes the last chapter.
I'll shut up and just let you read...Happy reading! :)
When I woke up in the morning I was alone and the bed was cold, telling me that John had been gone for a while. I got up and jumped into a quick shower, getting dressed before coming out again. By the time I was done he was stood in the kitchen area holding a glass of water and gazing out the window.
I went quietly and stood by his side. "Morning," I said quietly but he didn't turn to look at me. I was patient as I turned to brew some tea. Once I had the steaming mug in one hand, I used my other to tug at his pulling him out to the balcony where the sun was shining brightly.
"How are you feeling?" He bowed his head and leant heavily on the railing. I rubbed his back and it shuddered, he was crying again. I pulled his upper body into my chest, placing a kiss on the top of his head. "Hey, you're okay John, I promise."
Eventually he calmed down and he curled up on top of me in the lounger like before. "I'm sorry I disappeared this morning." I shook my head, "John, you're a grown man, far scarier than I am and definitely capable of holding your own even if you are with child." He looked at me with a confused expression, "You mean you're not mad?" I chuckled almost incredulously and put down my mug on the floor. I turned further so I could look straight at him, "Why would I be mad?"
He buried his head in my shoulder but I wouldn't let it go, this was something important. "John, what made you think that I'd be mad?" He looked almost...ashamed, "John, talk to me."
He got off the chair and off my lap and went inside and sat on the bed, his knees up to his chest. I sat in front of him, my legs crossed. "It's why I avoid getting close to people. When I was in college, I was with a guy called Liam, don't get me wrong he was a good guy for a very long time but after a while he seemed to always want to know where I was, who I was with what I was doing. It was exhausting." I took grasp of one of his hands, "That wasn't fair to you."
"No, and I caught on. I felt like a bird in a cage, I could see everything going on around me but I was never out there doing it." I idly rubbed circles on the back of his hand. "We broke up, it wasn't much fun either, but after that I thought that was what a relationship always came down to. I'm so sorry Carson." He sobbed and I let him, he needed to get over this without me interfering too much.
"You have nothing to apologize for. John, I'm protective, I know that...but I like to believe that Atlantis is safe and even if there's trouble, you'll always be protected. Besides, I already know where you went, or at least I could narrow it down." John let out a breath of relief, and relaxed his legs, spreading out a little more. "I was in the gym with Ronan." He said quietly, I was a little put off but I knew he wouldn't have done anything to put himself in harm's way.
"See, you were perfectly safe, well...kind of." Both of us let out a bit of a chuckle, I was glad he understood me. "I told him. I just needed somewhere or someone to be...pissed at. It was weird, he dropped his sticks - it wasn't like we were sparring anyway, but it was just...you know when Teyla touches foreheads?" He looked at me and nodded, "Well that's what he did. I've never seen him look so...caring, but then I remember that he had a wife once."
"Aye, it's a shame; I imagine he would have been a good husband to her." I watched as John lay down on his side, I stayed sat up but moved to my side of the bed facing sideways at him. I edged so my knees were right by his side and reached out and took his hand. Without fully realizing it, he'd pulled my hand to lay flat over his stomach, his hand over mine. When I smiled brightly he blushed, then realizing what he'd done. "You're amazing, you know that?"
He shied away, like I knew he would but I would never give up telling him just how brilliant and beautiful he is. I leaned down and kissed his lips, gently running a hand through his hair. He pulled me down until I was laid on my side facing him and kissed me again. As cliché as it may be, it was a perfect moment.
His lips were warm and soft and...Safe. I held his hand between us and smiled, finally getting a smile in return. "You're a better man than I am." He said in response to my compliment, "We've all made mistakes John, it's what we take from them that counts." He smiled and leant in for a kiss again, chaste this time.
Doesn't your heart just melt?