Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[ShipperWriter]

Or that some of those were even connected to a fandom... I had no idea the moon and wolf were a reference to OUAT.

Yeah, me neither, until I saw some of the comments. I don't watch OUAT but I still appreciated the art. That was cool.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Screw the Angst Wednesday!

Thank you, mrscopterdoc, for posting all these comments for everyone's work! I think what I probably appreciated, alongside the self-esteem boost, is that it united all parts of fandom, regardless of who our favorite characters are, or who we ship, or what our favorite series was. It was nice to write a piece of work and have it praised by people who may not have read it otherwise just because I usually write in relation to a particular ship. Wonderful job to everyone!

Indeed! It's always great to see something that unites fandom rather than dividing it. Fandom is more fun when we're all together.

[mandogater]

Indeed! It's always great to see something that unites fandom rather than dividing it. Fandom is more fun when we're all together.

Yes indeed. These are rare moments that should be celebrated when they happen.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Fluffy Thursday!

[ShipperWriter]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Fluffy Thursday!

Indeed. I'm writing a rather fluffy oneshot that's already taken a few unpredicted turns. I'll probably have it posted by the end of the day. There's a few shoutouts in the story to certain writers and series.

[Sparky She-Demon]

How fluffy is it, SW?

[ShipperWriter]

How fluffy is it, SW?

I don't know. I left my Fluffometer at home.

[Falcon Horus]

I wish my braincell wasn't all over the place so I could focus... feel the need to be creative (and there are three projects on my to-do list, two of which are kinda urgent).

[Sparky She-Demon]

I know of at least one of those projects FH. I appreciate it!

[ShipperWriter]

Okay, I don't even know what to call this. Fluffy, cracky, sarcastic ...

Eeh, I'll let y'all decide.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard glanced at the clock on his desk and sighed. The pile of paperwork had finally gotten down to a level that he felt comfortable leaving until tomorrow, and he had been ignoring the growling stomach noises for too long.

He stood and pushed his chair under the desk, then walked out of his quarters, tapping his earpiece on the process. “Sheppard to Weir.”

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“You wanna grab some dinner?”

He heard a sigh and he already knew her answer. “I’m sorry, John, but I have a team that’s overdue and I would prefer to wait until they’re safely back. Otherwise, I would love to.”

He shrugged. “No problem. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you. Weir out.”

He made it to a transporter, waving his hand in front of it as he tapped his earpiece again. “Sheppard to McKay.”

“McKay here, go ahead.”

“I know you’ve gotta be hungry. I can hear your complaining across the city.”

Then Radek Zelenka’s voice filtered through, shouting something in Czech that John recognized all too well as a curse.

“Actually, we’re having some issues down here. Primarily that Zelenka will not accept what is right in front of his face!”

Zelenka cursed again, but in English this time.

Sheppard shut off the comm before it got any worse.

The transporter took him close to the gym, and since it was almost sundown, John figured that Teyla would be there, practicing with a Marine or with Ronon.

He was wrong on both counts.

After profusely apologizing and promising Teyla and Kanaan that he wouldn’t say anything about their new relationship, he quickly jogged down the corridors, heading towards Ronon’s room.

He wasn’t there.

John frowned, then tapped his comm. “Ronon, this is Sheppard. What’s your location?”

Five seconds went by, tempting John to repeat the call, until a raspy voice finally replied. “Infirmary.”

Oh great.

When John arrived, Carson assured him that with proper bed rest and nutrition, Ronon would be back on his feet in a few days.

Ronon disagreed, tried to get on his own two feet, and ended up on the floor.

After John helped Carson get the Satedan back into bed, John walked to the cafeteria in defeat, accepting the fact that he was eating dinner alone.

The cafeteria was empty, save for the manager and two Marines eating in the corner. John took a seat near the railing and began eating his turkey sandwich, albeit slowly.

About a quarter of the way through his sandwich, someone set a tray down next to him. “Is this seat taken?”

John looked up in surprise at Elizabeth. “I thought you were--”

“--Waiting on the team that came through ten minutes later?” she retorted, smiling as she sat down next to him.

He nodded. “Thanks.”

Elizabeth began picking through her salad when two more figures walked up. “Hello, Elizabeth. John.”

The Expedition leader smiled. “Hello, Teyla. Kanaan, good to see you again. John, have you two met yet?”

John kept a straight face as he extended a hand. “Nope. Nice to meet you.”

“You as well, Colonel. Would you mind if we sat with you?”

John and Elizabeth glanced at each other. “No, not at all,” she replied, voicing John’s thought as well.

No sooner had they sat down with their mugs of tea than did Radek walk in.

“Think he wants to sit with me too?” John said sotto voce to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth suppressed a chuckle as he grumbled in his native tongue, grabbed an inordinate amount of food, and left.

John watched him go, then shrugged. “Guess not.”

Teyla began talking about an Athosian festival that was coming up soon. Something to do with the first year. First year of what? he silently pondered afterwards. It wasn't that he was deliberately ignoring Teyla; rather, he wanted to eat with people so he wasn't all alone.

His head nodded at what seemed appropriate times.

Until Elizabeth lightly elbowed him.

"Huh?"

Kanaan's face lit up in a smile, one that could have been understood as mocking, but John had seen that particular smile with too many guys.

He just missed something important, and he was about to pay for it.

Teyla smiled, somewhat amused. "I was just saying that you and Elizabeth should come. As the representatives from Atlantis. A unified front would help to reassure our people of your support."

"Of course," Elizabeth replied, turning her head and giving john a sideways look.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Teyla seemed satisfied with the answers and picked up her tea cup.

John sighed inwardly in relief. That wasn't so bad.

"Oh, and you will be required to undergo a cleansing ritual. But aside from that, I think it will be a lovely festival."

"Wait, what cleansing ritual?"

Kanaan and Teyla exchanged amused glances.

John and Elizabeth stared in concern.

"Yes, what does that entail for Colonel Sheppard?" Elizabeth asked, sounding more interested than she should.

John shifted in his seat, eyes roaming around the cafeteria to find anyone that could help him get out of this predicament.

Then a blonde haired, fresh faced woman entered the cafeteria.

"Hey, Doctor Keller! Got a minute?”

Jennifer Keller turned around, looking very much like a deer in the headlights. “M-me?”

“Yeah. You wanna sit down for a minute?”

Keller walked over, hands behind her back. “Am I in trouble? Sir?”

“No, no, not at all. We were just taking a break, wondered if you wanted to join us.”

“Phew,” she replied, causing raised eyebrows across the table. “Umm, sorry, actually, I’m on an errand for Doctor Beckett. He wanted me to get some food for Ronon. And a shelf-stretcher,” she added suddenly.

John chuckled throatily. “How long have you been on Atlantis, Doc?”

“About three weeks. Since the Daedalus’ last supply run.”

Elizabeth looked up in concern. “John? I thought we talked about this.”

“We did. Apparently, Beckett lost the memo.”

“Well, Doctor Beckett didn’t actually tell me to come up here.”

“No?”

“No. I ran into Doctor McKay on my way to the infirmary, and he said that if I could do him a favor, it would help him out.”

Sheppard groaned, then tapped his earpiece. “McKay, report.”

“Report on what?”

“Where are you?”

“In the lab. Zelenka just made a food delivery.”

“Hmm. I’m in the cafeteria with Doctor Keller, and we’re having a little trouble locating the shelf-stretcher.”

Teyla glanced between John and Elizabeth with narrowed eyes. “What is the importance of this shelf-stretcher?”

Elizabeth smiled. “You’ll see in a minute.”

Five minutes later, McKay was standing next to Keller, defending his actions. “Oh c’mon! It was a harmless little prank! I mean, back when we first got here, you pushed me off the catwalk in the control room! And shot me!”

“Okay, first off: you were wearing an Ancient personal shield. And second: I shot you in the leg! While wearing said shield!”

McKay grumbled and Keller pursed her lips. Behind him, John could feel Elizabeth’s eyes rolling. Teyla and Kanaan had left shortly after McKay arrived, murmuring something about “unusual Earth customs”.

“Okay. Let’s get one thing straight, okay? No more pranking new personnel. You copy?”

“Yeah, yeah, I copy,” McKay replied, waving his hand dismissively.

John looked at Keller. “Any questions?”

“No, I know now that the next time I get a strange request, I should probably ignore it.”

John turned towards Elizabeth.

“Perhaps it would be better to double check with Colonel Sheppard or myself if you doubt the validity of the request. Agreed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“All righty. Class dismissed.”

McKay and Keller turned and walked out uncomfortably.

Once they rounded the corner, John slumped, releasing a sigh as he took his chair again. “All I wanted was someone to eat dinner with.”

Elizabeth leaned forward. “You’ve still got me. Besides, I hear there’s ice cream in the freezer.”

“How do you know that?”

She shrugged, reminding John of a midnight chat on the Daedalus months prior. “I may have bribed Caldwell to bring a few gallons and to leave it off the manifest.”

“Anybody else know about this?”

“Just the cafeteria manager. And she has personally vowed to fight to the death if anyone tries to take it.”

“She must really like ice cream,” he replied, leaning back in his chair.

Elizabeth chuckled. “She likes me. And that’s good enough. Now finish your dinner so we can get some.”

“Yes, ma’am."

[mandogater]

Okay, I don't even know what to call this. Fluffy, cracky, sarcastic ...

Eeh, I'll let y'all decide.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard glanced at the clock on his desk and sighed. The pile of paperwork had finally gotten down to a level that he felt comfortable leaving until tomorrow, and he had been ignoring the growling stomach noises for too long.

He stood and pushed his chair under the desk, then walked out of his quarters, tapping his earpiece on the process. “Sheppard to Weir.”

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“You wanna grab some dinner?”

He heard a sigh and he already knew her answer. “I’m sorry, John, but I have a team that’s overdue and I would prefer to wait until they’re safely back. Otherwise, I would love to.”

He shrugged. “No problem. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you. Weir out.”

He made it to a transporter, waving his hand in front of it as he tapped his earpiece again. “Sheppard to McKay.”

“McKay here, go ahead.”

“I know you’ve gotta be hungry. I can hear your complaining across the city.”

Then Radek Zelenka’s voice filtered through, shouting something in Czech that John recognized all too well as a curse.

“Actually, we’re having some issues down here. Primarily that Zelenka will not accept what is right in front of his face!”

Zelenka cursed again, but in English this time.

Sheppard shut off the comm before it got any worse.

The transporter took him close to the gym, and since it was almost sundown, John figured that Teyla would be there, practicing with a Marine or with Ronon.

He was wrong on both counts.

After profusely apologizing and promising Teyla and Kanaan that he wouldn’t say anything about their new relationship, he quickly jogged down the corridors, heading towards Ronon’s room.

He wasn’t there.

John frowned, then tapped his comm. “Ronon, this is Sheppard. What’s your location?”

Five seconds went by, tempting John to repeat the call, until a raspy voice finally replied. “Infirmary.”

Oh great.

When John arrived, Carson assured him that with proper bed rest and nutrition, Ronon would be back on his feet in a few days.

Ronon disagreed, tried to get on his own two feet, and ended up on the floor.

After John helped Carson get the Satedan back into bed, John walked to the cafeteria in defeat, accepting the fact that he was eating dinner alone.

The cafeteria was empty, save for the manager and two Marines eating in the corner. John took a seat near the railing and began eating his turkey sandwich, albeit slowly.

About a quarter of the way through his sandwich, someone set a tray down next to him. “Is this seat taken?”

John looked up in surprise at Elizabeth. “I thought you were--”

“--Waiting on the team that came through ten minutes later?” she retorted, smiling as she sat down next to him.

He nodded. “Thanks.”

Elizabeth began picking through her salad when two more figures walked up. “Hello, Elizabeth. John.”

The Expedition leader smiled. “Hello, Teyla. Kanaan, good to see you again. John, have you two met yet?”

John kept a straight face as he extended a hand. “Nope. Nice to meet you.”

“You as well, Colonel. Would you mind if we sat with you?”

John and Elizabeth glanced at each other. “No, not at all,” she replied, voicing John’s thought as well.

No sooner had they sat down with their mugs of tea than did Radek walk in.

“Think he wants to sit with me too?” John said sotto voce to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth suppressed a chuckle as he grumbled in his native tongue, grabbed an inordinate amount of food, and left.

John watched him go, then shrugged. “Guess not.”

Teyla began talking about an Athosian festival that was coming up soon. Something to do with the first year. First year of what? he silently pondered afterwards. It wasn't that he was deliberately ignoring Teyla; rather, he wanted to eat with people so he wasn't all alone.

His head nodded at what seemed appropriate times.

Until Elizabeth lightly elbowed him.

"Huh?"

Kanaan's face lit up in a smile, one that could have been understood as mocking, but John had seen that particular smile with too many guys.

He just missed something important, and he was about to pay for it.

Teyla smiled, somewhat amused. "I was just saying that you and Elizabeth should come. As the representatives from Atlantis. A unified front would help to reassure our people of your support."

"Of course," Elizabeth replied, turning her head and giving john a sideways look.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Teyla seemed satisfied with the answers and picked up her tea cup.

John sighed inwardly in relief. That wasn't so bad.

"Oh, and you will be required to undergo a cleansing ritual. But aside from that, I think it will be a lovely festival."

"Wait, what cleansing ritual?"

Kanaan and Teyla exchanged amused glances.

John and Elizabeth stared in concern.

"Yes, what does that entail for Colonel Sheppard?" Elizabeth asked, sounding more interested than she should.

John shifted in his seat, eyes roaming around the cafeteria to find anyone that could help him get out of this predicament.

Then a blonde haired, fresh faced woman entered the cafeteria.

"Hey, Doctor Keller! Got a minute?”

Jennifer Keller turned around, looking very much like a deer in the headlights. “M-me?”

“Yeah. You wanna sit down for a minute?”

Keller walked over, hands behind her back. “Am I in trouble? Sir?”

“No, no, not at all. We were just taking a break, wondered if you wanted to join us.”

“Phew,” she replied, causing raised eyebrows across the table. “Umm, sorry, actually, I’m on an errand for Doctor Beckett. He wanted me to get some food for Ronon. And a shelf-stretcher,” she added suddenly.

John chuckled throatily. “How long have you been on Atlantis, Doc?”

“About three weeks. Since the Daedalus’ last supply run.”

Elizabeth looked up in concern. “John? I thought we talked about this.”

“We did. Apparently, Beckett lost the memo.”

“Well, Doctor Beckett didn’t actually tell me to come up here.”

“No?”

“No. I ran into Doctor McKay on my way to the infirmary, and he said that if I could do him a favor, it would help him out.”

Sheppard groaned, then tapped his earpiece. “McKay, report.”

“Report on what?”

“Where are you?”

“In the lab. Zelenka just made a food delivery.”

“Hmm. I’m in the cafeteria with Doctor Keller, and we’re having a little trouble locating the shelf-stretcher.”

Teyla glanced between John and Elizabeth with narrowed eyes. “What is the importance of this shelf-stretcher?”

Elizabeth smiled. “You’ll see in a minute.”

Five minutes later, McKay was standing next to Keller, defending his actions. “Oh c’mon! It was a harmless little prank! I mean, back when we first got here, you pushed me off the catwalk in the control room! And shot me!”

“Okay, first off: you were wearing an Ancient personal shield. And second: I shot you in the leg! While wearing said shield!”

McKay grumbled and Keller pursed her lips. Behind him, John could feel Elizabeth’s eyes rolling. Teyla and Kanaan had left shortly after McKay arrived, murmuring something about “unusual Earth customs”.

“Okay. Let’s get one thing straight, okay? No more pranking new personnel. You copy?”

“Yeah, yeah, I copy,” McKay replied, waving his hand dismissively.

John looked at Keller. “Any questions?”

“No, I know now that the next time I get a strange request, I should probably ignore it.”

John turned towards Elizabeth.

“Perhaps it would be better to double check with Colonel Sheppard or myself if you doubt the validity of the request. Agreed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“All righty. Class dismissed.”

McKay and Keller turned and walked out uncomfortably.

Once they rounded the corner, John slumped, releasing a sigh as he took his chair again. “All I wanted was someone to eat dinner with.”

Elizabeth leaned forward. “You’ve still got me. Besides, I hear there’s ice cream in the freezer.”

“How do you know that?”

She shrugged, reminding John of a midnight chat on the Daedalus months prior. “I may have bribed Caldwell to bring a few gallons and to leave it off the manifest.”

“Anybody else know about this?”

“Just the cafeteria manager. And she has personally vowed to fight to the death if anyone tries to take it.”

“She must really like ice cream,” he replied, leaning back in his chair.

Elizabeth chuckled. “She likes me. And that’s good enough. Now finish your dinner so we can get some.”

“Yes, ma’am."

I love it SW!!!

For some reason the bit about the ice cream reminded me of something they did in the US Navy during WWII. When a destroyer rescued a downed flyer, they'd pretty much ransom him back to the carrier for ice cream.

[Sparky She-Demon]

Okay, I don't even know what to call this. Fluffy, cracky, sarcastic ...

Eeh, I'll let y'all decide.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard glanced at the clock on his desk and sighed. The pile of paperwork had finally gotten down to a level that he felt comfortable leaving until tomorrow, and he had been ignoring the growling stomach noises for too long.

He stood and pushed his chair under the desk, then walked out of his quarters, tapping his earpiece on the process. “Sheppard to Weir.”

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“You wanna grab some dinner?”

He heard a sigh and he already knew her answer. “I’m sorry, John, but I have a team that’s overdue and I would prefer to wait until they’re safely back. Otherwise, I would love to.”

He shrugged. “No problem. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you. Weir out.”

He made it to a transporter, waving his hand in front of it as he tapped his earpiece again. “Sheppard to McKay.”

“McKay here, go ahead.”

“I know you’ve gotta be hungry. I can hear your complaining across the city.”

Then Radek Zelenka’s voice filtered through, shouting something in Czech that John recognized all too well as a curse.

“Actually, we’re having some issues down here. Primarily that Zelenka will not accept what is right in front of his face!”

Zelenka cursed again, but in English this time.

Sheppard shut off the comm before it got any worse.

The transporter took him close to the gym, and since it was almost sundown, John figured that Teyla would be there, practicing with a Marine or with Ronon.

He was wrong on both counts.

After profusely apologizing and promising Teyla and Kanaan that he wouldn’t say anything about their new relationship, he quickly jogged down the corridors, heading towards Ronon’s room.

He wasn’t there.

John frowned, then tapped his comm. “Ronon, this is Sheppard. What’s your location?”

Five seconds went by, tempting John to repeat the call, until a raspy voice finally replied. “Infirmary.”

Oh great.

When John arrived, Carson assured him that with proper bed rest and nutrition, Ronon would be back on his feet in a few days.

Ronon disagreed, tried to get on his own two feet, and ended up on the floor.

After John helped Carson get the Satedan back into bed, John walked to the cafeteria in defeat, accepting the fact that he was eating dinner alone.

The cafeteria was empty, save for the manager and two Marines eating in the corner. John took a seat near the railing and began eating his turkey sandwich, albeit slowly.

About a quarter of the way through his sandwich, someone set a tray down next to him. “Is this seat taken?”

John looked up in surprise at Elizabeth. “I thought you were--”

“--Waiting on the team that came through ten minutes later?” she retorted, smiling as she sat down next to him.

He nodded. “Thanks.”

Elizabeth began picking through her salad when two more figures walked up. “Hello, Elizabeth. John.”

The Expedition leader smiled. “Hello, Teyla. Kanaan, good to see you again. John, have you two met yet?”

John kept a straight face as he extended a hand. “Nope. Nice to meet you.”

“You as well, Colonel. Would you mind if we sat with you?”

John and Elizabeth glanced at each other. “No, not at all,” she replied, voicing John’s thought as well.

No sooner had they sat down with their mugs of tea than did Radek walk in.

“Think he wants to sit with me too?” John said sotto voce to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth suppressed a chuckle as he grumbled in his native tongue, grabbed an inordinate amount of food, and left.

John watched him go, then shrugged. “Guess not.”

Teyla began talking about an Athosian festival that was coming up soon. Something to do with the first year. First year of what? he silently pondered afterwards. It wasn't that he was deliberately ignoring Teyla; rather, he wanted to eat with people so he wasn't all alone.

His head nodded at what seemed appropriate times.

Until Elizabeth lightly elbowed him.

"Huh?"

Kanaan's face lit up in a smile, one that could have been understood as mocking, but John had seen that particular smile with too many guys.

He just missed something important, and he was about to pay for it.

Teyla smiled, somewhat amused. "I was just saying that you and Elizabeth should come. As the representatives from Atlantis. A unified front would help to reassure our people of your support."

"Of course," Elizabeth replied, turning her head and giving john a sideways look.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Teyla seemed satisfied with the answers and picked up her tea cup.

John sighed inwardly in relief. That wasn't so bad.

"Oh, and you will be required to undergo a cleansing ritual. But aside from that, I think it will be a lovely festival."

"Wait, what cleansing ritual?"

Kanaan and Teyla exchanged amused glances.

John and Elizabeth stared in concern.

"Yes, what does that entail for Colonel Sheppard?" Elizabeth asked, sounding more interested than she should.

John shifted in his seat, eyes roaming around the cafeteria to find anyone that could help him get out of this predicament.

Then a blonde haired, fresh faced woman entered the cafeteria.

"Hey, Doctor Keller! Got a minute?”

Jennifer Keller turned around, looking very much like a deer in the headlights. “M-me?”

“Yeah. You wanna sit down for a minute?”

Keller walked over, hands behind her back. “Am I in trouble? Sir?”

“No, no, not at all. We were just taking a break, wondered if you wanted to join us.”

“Phew,” she replied, causing raised eyebrows across the table. “Umm, sorry, actually, I’m on an errand for Doctor Beckett. He wanted me to get some food for Ronon. And a shelf-stretcher,” she added suddenly.

John chuckled throatily. “How long have you been on Atlantis, Doc?”

“About three weeks. Since the Daedalus’ last supply run.”

Elizabeth looked up in concern. “John? I thought we talked about this.”

“We did. Apparently, Beckett lost the memo.”

“Well, Doctor Beckett didn’t actually tell me to come up here.”

“No?”

“No. I ran into Doctor McKay on my way to the infirmary, and he said that if I could do him a favor, it would help him out.”

Sheppard groaned, then tapped his earpiece. “McKay, report.”

“Report on what?”

“Where are you?”

“In the lab. Zelenka just made a food delivery.”

“Hmm. I’m in the cafeteria with Doctor Keller, and we’re having a little trouble locating the shelf-stretcher.”

Teyla glanced between John and Elizabeth with narrowed eyes. “What is the importance of this shelf-stretcher?”

Elizabeth smiled. “You’ll see in a minute.”

Five minutes later, McKay was standing next to Keller, defending his actions. “Oh c’mon! It was a harmless little prank! I mean, back when we first got here, you pushed me off the catwalk in the control room! And shot me!”

“Okay, first off: you were wearing an Ancient personal shield. And second: I shot you in the leg! While wearing said shield!”

McKay grumbled and Keller pursed her lips. Behind him, John could feel Elizabeth’s eyes rolling. Teyla and Kanaan had left shortly after McKay arrived, murmuring something about “unusual Earth customs”.

“Okay. Let’s get one thing straight, okay? No more pranking new personnel. You copy?”

“Yeah, yeah, I copy,” McKay replied, waving his hand dismissively.

John looked at Keller. “Any questions?”

“No, I know now that the next time I get a strange request, I should probably ignore it.”

John turned towards Elizabeth.

“Perhaps it would be better to double check with Colonel Sheppard or myself if you doubt the validity of the request. Agreed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“All righty. Class dismissed.”

McKay and Keller turned and walked out uncomfortably.

Once they rounded the corner, John slumped, releasing a sigh as he took his chair again. “All I wanted was someone to eat dinner with.”

Elizabeth leaned forward. “You’ve still got me. Besides, I hear there’s ice cream in the freezer.”

“How do you know that?”

She shrugged, reminding John of a midnight chat on the Daedalus months prior. “I may have bribed Caldwell to bring a few gallons and to leave it off the manifest.”

“Anybody else know about this?”

“Just the cafeteria manager. And she has personally vowed to fight to the death if anyone tries to take it.”

“She must really like ice cream,” he replied, leaning back in his chair.

Elizabeth chuckled. “She likes me. And that’s good enough. Now finish your dinner so we can get some.”

“Yes, ma’am."

I love it, very funny!

[ShipperWriter]

I love it SW!!!

For some reason the bit about the ice cream reminded me of something they did in the US Navy during WWII. When a destroyer rescued a downed flyer, they'd pretty much ransom him back to the carrier for ice cream.

Interesting. Very interesting. Or so the fic bunnies tell me. LOL

I love it, very funny!

Gracias!

[Southern Red]

Okay, I don't even know what to call this. Fluffy, cracky, sarcastic ...

Eeh, I'll let y'all decide.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard glanced at the clock on his desk and sighed. The pile of paperwork had finally gotten down to a level that he felt comfortable leaving until tomorrow, and he had been ignoring the growling stomach noises for too long.

He stood and pushed his chair under the desk, then walked out of his quarters, tapping his earpiece on the process. “Sheppard to Weir.”

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“You wanna grab some dinner?”

He heard a sigh and he already knew her answer. “I’m sorry, John, but I have a team that’s overdue and I would prefer to wait until they’re safely back. Otherwise, I would love to.”

He shrugged. “No problem. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you. Weir out.”

He made it to a transporter, waving his hand in front of it as he tapped his earpiece again. “Sheppard to McKay.”

“McKay here, go ahead.”

“I know you’ve gotta be hungry. I can hear your complaining across the city.”

Then Radek Zelenka’s voice filtered through, shouting something in Czech that John recognized all too well as a curse.

“Actually, we’re having some issues down here. Primarily that Zelenka will not accept what is right in front of his face!”

Zelenka cursed again, but in English this time.

Sheppard shut off the comm before it got any worse.

The transporter took him close to the gym, and since it was almost sundown, John figured that Teyla would be there, practicing with a Marine or with Ronon.

He was wrong on both counts.

After profusely apologizing and promising Teyla and Kanaan that he wouldn’t say anything about their new relationship, he quickly jogged down the corridors, heading towards Ronon’s room.

He wasn’t there.

John frowned, then tapped his comm. “Ronon, this is Sheppard. What’s your location?”

Five seconds went by, tempting John to repeat the call, until a raspy voice finally replied. “Infirmary.”

Oh great.

When John arrived, Carson assured him that with proper bed rest and nutrition, Ronon would be back on his feet in a few days.

Ronon disagreed, tried to get on his own two feet, and ended up on the floor.

After John helped Carson get the Satedan back into bed, John walked to the cafeteria in defeat, accepting the fact that he was eating dinner alone.

The cafeteria was empty, save for the manager and two Marines eating in the corner. John took a seat near the railing and began eating his turkey sandwich, albeit slowly.

About a quarter of the way through his sandwich, someone set a tray down next to him. “Is this seat taken?”

John looked up in surprise at Elizabeth. “I thought you were--”

“--Waiting on the team that came through ten minutes later?” she retorted, smiling as she sat down next to him.

He nodded. “Thanks.”

Elizabeth began picking through her salad when two more figures walked up. “Hello, Elizabeth. John.”

The Expedition leader smiled. “Hello, Teyla. Kanaan, good to see you again. John, have you two met yet?”

John kept a straight face as he extended a hand. “Nope. Nice to meet you.”

“You as well, Colonel. Would you mind if we sat with you?”

John and Elizabeth glanced at each other. “No, not at all,” she replied, voicing John’s thought as well.

No sooner had they sat down with their mugs of tea than did Radek walk in.

“Think he wants to sit with me too?” John said sotto voce to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth suppressed a chuckle as he grumbled in his native tongue, grabbed an inordinate amount of food, and left.

John watched him go, then shrugged. “Guess not.”

Teyla began talking about an Athosian festival that was coming up soon. Something to do with the first year. First year of what? he silently pondered afterwards. It wasn't that he was deliberately ignoring Teyla; rather, he wanted to eat with people so he wasn't all alone.

His head nodded at what seemed appropriate times.

Until Elizabeth lightly elbowed him.

"Huh?"

Kanaan's face lit up in a smile, one that could have been understood as mocking, but John had seen that particular smile with too many guys.

He just missed something important, and he was about to pay for it.

Teyla smiled, somewhat amused. "I was just saying that you and Elizabeth should come. As the representatives from Atlantis. A unified front would help to reassure our people of your support."

"Of course," Elizabeth replied, turning her head and giving john a sideways look.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good."

Teyla seemed satisfied with the answers and picked up her tea cup.

John sighed inwardly in relief. That wasn't so bad.

"Oh, and you will be required to undergo a cleansing ritual. But aside from that, I think it will be a lovely festival."

"Wait, what cleansing ritual?"

Kanaan and Teyla exchanged amused glances.

John and Elizabeth stared in concern.

"Yes, what does that entail for Colonel Sheppard?" Elizabeth asked, sounding more interested than she should.

John shifted in his seat, eyes roaming around the cafeteria to find anyone that could help him get out of this predicament.

Then a blonde haired, fresh faced woman entered the cafeteria.

"Hey, Doctor Keller! Got a minute?”

Jennifer Keller turned around, looking very much like a deer in the headlights. “M-me?”

“Yeah. You wanna sit down for a minute?”

Keller walked over, hands behind her back. “Am I in trouble? Sir?”

“No, no, not at all. We were just taking a break, wondered if you wanted to join us.”

“Phew,” she replied, causing raised eyebrows across the table. “Umm, sorry, actually, I’m on an errand for Doctor Beckett. He wanted me to get some food for Ronon. And a shelf-stretcher,” she added suddenly.

John chuckled throatily. “How long have you been on Atlantis, Doc?”

“About three weeks. Since the Daedalus’ last supply run.”

Elizabeth looked up in concern. “John? I thought we talked about this.”

“We did. Apparently, Beckett lost the memo.”

“Well, Doctor Beckett didn’t actually tell me to come up here.”

“No?”

“No. I ran into Doctor McKay on my way to the infirmary, and he said that if I could do him a favor, it would help him out.”

Sheppard groaned, then tapped his earpiece. “McKay, report.”

“Report on what?”

“Where are you?”

“In the lab. Zelenka just made a food delivery.”

“Hmm. I’m in the cafeteria with Doctor Keller, and we’re having a little trouble locating the shelf-stretcher.”

Teyla glanced between John and Elizabeth with narrowed eyes. “What is the importance of this shelf-stretcher?”

Elizabeth smiled. “You’ll see in a minute.”

Five minutes later, McKay was standing next to Keller, defending his actions. “Oh c’mon! It was a harmless little prank! I mean, back when we first got here, you pushed me off the catwalk in the control room! And shot me!”

“Okay, first off: you were wearing an Ancient personal shield. And second: I shot you in the leg! While wearing said shield!”

McKay grumbled and Keller pursed her lips. Behind him, John could feel Elizabeth’s eyes rolling. Teyla and Kanaan had left shortly after McKay arrived, murmuring something about “unusual Earth customs”.

“Okay. Let’s get one thing straight, okay? No more pranking new personnel. You copy?”

“Yeah, yeah, I copy,” McKay replied, waving his hand dismissively.

John looked at Keller. “Any questions?”

“No, I know now that the next time I get a strange request, I should probably ignore it.”

John turned towards Elizabeth.

“Perhaps it would be better to double check with Colonel Sheppard or myself if you doubt the validity of the request. Agreed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“All righty. Class dismissed.”

McKay and Keller turned and walked out uncomfortably.

Once they rounded the corner, John slumped, releasing a sigh as he took his chair again. “All I wanted was someone to eat dinner with.”

Elizabeth leaned forward. “You’ve still got me. Besides, I hear there’s ice cream in the freezer.”

“How do you know that?”

She shrugged, reminding John of a midnight chat on the Daedalus months prior. “I may have bribed Caldwell to bring a few gallons and to leave it off the manifest.”

“Anybody else know about this?”

“Just the cafeteria manager. And she has personally vowed to fight to the death if anyone tries to take it.”

“She must really like ice cream,” he replied, leaning back in his chair.

Elizabeth chuckled. “She likes me. And that’s good enough. Now finish your dinner so we can get some.”

“Yes, ma’am."

Loved it. Just what I needed this morning. That shelf trick reminds me of my dad sending us off to find a "left-handed" screwdriver. LOL

On a personal note, Mr. SR is having gallbladder surgery today. If you could spare a moment to send up good thoughts, it would be appreciated. There's even a sci fi element. The surgery will most likely be performed by a robot, if there are no complications. He and SR Jr. are in full geek mode. I'll let you know how it goes, but so far he is enjoying the good drugs and the fine care of his "surgical team" which consists of a gaggle of interns, residents and several docs in the long white coats, all of whom get to prod his abdomen and ask the same questions over and over. One of the residents is gorgeous, so I'm angling for a little exam of my own. Just kidding.

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Loved it. Just what I needed this morning. That shelf trick reminds me of my dad sending us off to find a "left-handed" screwdriver. LOL

It was inspired by a prank that got pulled on me when I began working in a grocery store as a teenager. They sent me all the way to the stock room to ask for a shelf-stretcher, only to be informed that I had indeed been pranked. LOL

On a personal note, Mr. SR is having gallbladder surgery today. If you could spare a moment to send up good thoughts, it would be appreciated. There's even a sci fi element. The surgery will most likely be performed by a robot, if there are no complications. He and SR Jr. are in full geek mode. I'll let you know how it goes, but so far he is enjoying the good drugs and the fine care of his "surgical team" which consists of a gaggle of interns, residents and several docs in the long white coats, all of whom get to prod his abdomen and ask the same questions over and over. One of the residents is gorgeous, so I'm angling for a little exam of my own. Just kidding.

Will do, dear. Hope everything goes well! And if you can sneak a picture of the resident to share with us, it would definitely be appreciated.