One Hundred Sparkified Drabbles (1-10) by AndromedaMarine
No Cell Phone Service (1)
"This is really, really ironic," John whined, waving his iPhone around. "I swear it's karma."
Rodney snickered. "No cell service in Pegasus," he laughed.
The phone was blinking 'searching for service.' "This is so stupid."
"Did you really expect to get any?" he asked with a wink. "Service, I mean. Cell service," he stammered, inwardly laughing at the major's expression.
"No...and yes." He smiled, his mind wandering to the woman who was very attractive, and just happened to be the leader of the expedition.
Rodney shook his head and walked away, knowing exactly what John Sheppard was thinking.
"Have you told her yet?" Rodney asked incredulously. "You are such a procrastinator."
John shrugged. "I almost did, but the words weren't right at the time."
Rodney stomped in a circle. "If you won't, then I will!"
John snorted into his coffee. "Do you know how stupid that would sound coming from you? I mean, come on! It wouldn't sound right coming from you."
Rodney grumbled. "I really do hate you."
He smiled sweetly. "No, you don't. If you did I would already be dead."
"Just tell her the truth!"
John had almost told Elizabeth he loved her. Ten minutes later, he did.
The Hidden Desserts (3)
Author's Note: Written at the request of and for the title prompt given by sparklyshimmer2010.
She smelled them, she knew she did. It was distinctly chocolatey, and its smell permeated the room. He'd hidden them! "John," she asked sweetly and innocently, "where are the desserts?" She heard him snort in the bedroom.
"Hidden," he shot back.
"None of that, now. It's for later."
She looked in all the usual hiding spots. Nothing! "You sure? It smells really good."
"How much later?"
John walked up to her and drew her into a kiss. "Now later." He revealed a chocolate soufflé. "This was the hidden dessert. And so was this." He kissed her again.
No Fun (4)
"You're no fun," she pouted, crossing her arms. "Please? I really want to. I thought you'd be the first to even request it, and now you won't even go with me."
John sighed. "I have work, you know that."
"Work that can be done later," she said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. "I'm putting my work off."
John sighed again. He eyed her, working out what to say. "Oh, alright," he said after a few minutes.
Elizabeth clapped her hands like Vala Jackson often did. "Good! I've wanted to go swimming for the longest time!"
Trouble on the Lido Deck (5)
One word described John Sheppard: trouble. And although Atlantis technically didn't have a Lido Deck, Rodney came to call the control room as such. And at the moment, trouble was on the Lido Deck. John was in Elizabeth's office.
"Lunch?" he asked, settling into the chair fronting her desk.
"Turkey sandwiches, huh?"
John nodded. "Dessert, too. We can eat on the pier."
Elizabeth mocked a thinking face. "Sounds good. Can you keep Rodney away this time?"
John winked. "I've learned a few tricks. And I've earned the nickname 'Trouble.'"
She laughed. "No kidding. Lead the way, trouble." She took his hand and they went to lunch.
Crap, Indeed (6)
"You know that's crap, John," Rodney retorted, barely holding back a fit of hysterics. "Crap, indeed."
"Don't go imitating Hermiod," he said, glaring at the Canadian. "And it's not crap. It's true. And shut up."
Rodney smiled. "Ooh, this would make the front page of Atlantis Tabloid if we had one," he said half to himself.
"I'll kill you before you go blabbing," John growled fiercely. "But I'll confiscate your coffee first."
"Fine, it's not crap." Rodney smiled again. "You love Eliz-a-beth," he said in a singsong voice, unable to help it.
"Shut up!" John yelled between his clenched teeth.
Gimme Your Sweatshirt (7)
"John, please! It's freezing! Gimme your sweatshirt!" She had her arms wrapped around her middle and she was shivering. "Please, John!"
He tugged the sweatshirt over his head, accidentally pulling his t-shirt up with it. "Here," he said, laughing a little. She snatched it from him and immediately slipped into it, savoring the warmth. "You're welcome, honey," he said, making fun of her. They were sitting on one of the piers, watching the sun set. It was winter.
She scooted closer to him. "Thank you, darling." She reached up and kissed him, eliciting a look of pure surprise.
Athosian Tea (8)
"No! Don't drink that!" John yelled from across the clearing as he saw Elizabeth lift a cup of Athosian tea to her lips. After seeing Rodney become particularly insane after the last harvest festival he didn't want to have to deal with an equally insane Elizabeth Weir. He lurched when he saw her down the tea without hesitation, and began sprinting across the clearing to snatch whatever was left away from her. "Oh, God," he said when he saw the glazed look come into her eyes.
She saw him and immediately wobbled forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He decided it wouldn't be too bad. Besides, she was a good kisser.
Their glasses chinked as they toasted over the dinner John had bribed from the cooks. They were eating a candlelight dinner in celebration of their engagement. Soon to be John and Elizabeth Sheppard then kissed over the table in the Italian restaurant in Colorado Springs. "This is nice," she commented.
"It would have been even more beautiful if it were on Atlantis," he replied. "A sunset, a light breeze. Perfection, really."
"I don't know. Earth is good too. No Wraith."
"No friends," he said, pouting a little. "But I got you and candlelight."
The Alarm Clock (10)
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Elizabeth fumbled for the alarm clock and succeeded in smacking John's head.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing where her hand had made contact. "I'm not that annoying," he said thickly, still waking up.
"I never said you were," she replied with the same stupor. "I just hit the wrong side of the bed." She smacked the alarm clock after it emitted its fifteenth beep. "You're only annoying when you beg," she said with a smug smile.
He rolled over and gave her a kiss. "Then I won't beg."
Chapter Two (11-20) should be coming soon!