Disclaimers: Neither Stargate Atlantis nor any of its characters belongs to me.
Notes: Written for Pooh.
John snuggled Elizabeth's stuffed squirrel. It was well-worn from years of use, but it smelled nice because Elizabeth had recently cleaned it, and it was soft.
Elizabeth was currently off-world on a mission with Major Lorne's team. They were staying there overnight. John never liked it when Elizabeth was with any team other than his own, but he grudgingly admitted that Lorne was a competent soldier who would protect Elizabeth with his life. Anyway, Elizabeth and Lorne both felt they could trust the natives, who were well-known to the Athosians as a peaceful, honest people. However, ever since the Genii, John did not place much faith in Athosian opinion, unless it came from Teyla.
Still, for all his wariness, there was nothing he could do except sleep in Elizabeth's bed and snuggle her stuffed animal while she was away. He would much prefer to be snuggling Elizabeth, but he had to make do with what he had.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, loud noises on his radio interrupted him.
Three hours later, John re-entered Elizabeth's room, following a dirty, sore, and grumpy Elizabeth into the bathroom. So much for the natives being nice and harmless. He didn't say that out loud, though. Elizabeth might realize he was still there and kick him out of the shower.
But then Elizabeth seemed to remember his presence after all, right about the time he was soaping her chest, coincidentally enough. Of course, one thing led to another, and it was really nice of the Ancients to make sure their hot showers never went cold.
When they finally made it to the bed, Elizabeth was in an improved mood, though very sleepy.
She was nodding off as John tucked her in.
"Where's Bernard?" she mumbled suddenly.
Recalling that he had probably thrown Bernard to the floor after getting Rodney's frantic call, John went searching for the stuffed squirrel. He found it near the dresser. Retrieving it, John tucked it under the covers with Elizabeth and kissed her on the forehead.
"'ank oo," Elizabeth muttered, her eyes shut.
John crawled into bed next to her and scooted towards her, spooning her and the squirrel.
As he pressed his nose into her hair and wound his arm around her stomach, John thought, closing his eyes, that while Bernard was indeed very soft, nothing was softer than Elizabeth.