Title: Just a dream
Author: Rieke
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Spoiler: -
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Wordcount: 1.042
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Elizabeth can't handle her dream.
A/N: This is my first SGA fanfiction, and the first one ever I wrote in english. So please be gentle.
Just a dream
Burning touches.
Passionate kisses.
The shape of a strong body covering her.
Dark colored eyes gazing into hers.
Longing.
Her hand running through untamable dark hair.
Elizabeth Weir sat up in her bed. Breathing heavily, her heart beating fast.
"Oh, no!"
She fell back into her sheets, staring at the ceilling with eyes wide open, realizing what she'd just dreamed about. That wasn't the kind of dream she would allow herself to dream again. He really wasn't the one she should be dreaming about. Did she really want him to be with her? She hadn't even allowed herself to think about him as more than a friend. And now...
She closed her eyes trying to forget and fall asleep again. But the picture of John Sheppard being close to her wasn't going to disappear that easily. She rolled from one side to the other trying to stop thinking. It wasn't working.
She opened her eyes again to see what time it was. 0130. With a sigh she got up not knowing what she wanted to do next. She felt thirsty but one look at the bottle on her table told her it was empty. Maybe a walk to the mess hall to get some water would calm her down.
As she reached the mess hall she was very pleased that nobody else was there. She got herself a glass of water and sat down at a table near the windows. For a while she contempted the waves outside, holding her glass against her forehead as if the cold water could cool down the thoughts inside.
The door opened. She placed her glass at the table and her head turned around to see the last situation she wanted to be in.
Major John Sheppard stood in the doorway. Unable to move she starred at him, wide-eyed.
"Have you seen a ghost or something?"
Her unexpected expression made him lead his steps straight towards her.
"If you're real I guess not. Are you real?"
He frowned. Something was wrong here.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded, turning to face the glass.
Curious about her reaction he sat down into the chair next to her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Drinking a glass of water", she declared without looking at him.
"Yes, I can see that. But why?"
"Because I was thirsty."
He looked at her in disbelief.
"Come on, you know what I mean."
"I just answered your questions. If you want to know something else, ask something else."
Correction, something was very wrong here.
A suspicious look at her glass was followed by another guess.
"Are you sure this is water and not some strange kind of alcohol?"
She took a sip to verify it.
"Water!"
She lifted her glass to her eyes and gazed into in.
"But geting drunk is a pretty good idea. Maybe that'll help..."
"Will help what?"
"Nothing."
"Don't tell me there's nothing when you need help."
"I don't need help."
"You just said so."
"What?"
Damn. It seemed like the useful part of her brain was still sleeping.
"And you're sure you're okay?"
"Then I'd be in my bed sleeping peacefully", she admited still avoiding to look at him directly.
"Ah. Now we've got the point. So why are you up in the middle of the night?"
"Why are you up?"
"I'm always up late."
"And why is it such a special thing if I'm up late?"
"Why can't you just answer my question?"
A resigned sigh was followed by a more honest answer.
"I couldn't sleep anymore."
"A nightmare?"
"No, not a nightmare. I just dreamed..." she paused immediately.
"Sometimes it helps to talk about it."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Are you always so annoying?"
"Distraction won't work."
"It... it wasn't the kind of dream you normally talk about." The tone of her voice said it all.
The grin on his face told her he knew exactly what she were talking about. She blushed and that confirmed his thoughts further.
"Don't!"
"Elizabeth you're only human. What scares you so much about it?"
For the first time her eyes were meeting his. She knew it was a mistake. She wanted to forget; wanted to make sure her feelings for him weren't that deep.
Instead she found herself trying to resist the huge urge to pull him down into an endless kiss, while moving her eyes to his lips just for a moment. In that moment she knew she wanted him. How could she even think that? It was wrong! She quickly looked away as if she feared he could read her mind through her eyes.
"That's so not fair. I'm trying to get you out of my head and the next person I stumble over is you." She sighed deeply.
As she noticed the Major was some kind of frozen in shock she began to realize something quite horrible.
"Did I say that out loud?" she startled.
"You did!"
Her head hit the table hard. Oh god, never have a certain someone around when you're half asleep and your brain is not working properly.
This was only going to get much worse she realized. She folded her arms underneath her head to make her position more comfortable and what was more important to hide her face.
"Why are you fighting against your dreams?" his voice was soft, softer than she’d ever heard it before.
There were too many emotions reflected in his eyes when she glanced at him with one eye.
"You're not supposed to be in there... not like this." It was nothing more than a whisper.
After a long silence John got up. Elizabeth's head was still resting on her arms at the table. As he stood behind her he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"You're in my dreams, too. Every night."
No reaction. No answer. She didn't move.
At least he knew now there was hope. One day she'd be ready to accept her own feelings. Then he would be there. As long as it takes. He'd wait.
Elizabeth heard the door open and then he was gone.
Something was dying inside of her. The last bit of her resistance. But it wasn't dead, just yet. The question was how to survive the next day.
Author: Rieke
Beta:
roothekittykat Spoiler: -
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Wordcount: 1.042
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Elizabeth can't handle her dream.
A/N: This is my first SGA fanfiction, and the first one ever I wrote in english. So please be gentle.
Just a dream
Burning touches.
Passionate kisses.
The shape of a strong body covering her.
Dark colored eyes gazing into hers.
Longing.
Her hand running through untamable dark hair.
Elizabeth Weir sat up in her bed. Breathing heavily, her heart beating fast.
"Oh, no!"
She fell back into her sheets, staring at the ceilling with eyes wide open, realizing what she'd just dreamed about. That wasn't the kind of dream she would allow herself to dream again. He really wasn't the one she should be dreaming about. Did she really want him to be with her? She hadn't even allowed herself to think about him as more than a friend. And now...
She closed her eyes trying to forget and fall asleep again. But the picture of John Sheppard being close to her wasn't going to disappear that easily. She rolled from one side to the other trying to stop thinking. It wasn't working.
She opened her eyes again to see what time it was. 0130. With a sigh she got up not knowing what she wanted to do next. She felt thirsty but one look at the bottle on her table told her it was empty. Maybe a walk to the mess hall to get some water would calm her down.
As she reached the mess hall she was very pleased that nobody else was there. She got herself a glass of water and sat down at a table near the windows. For a while she contempted the waves outside, holding her glass against her forehead as if the cold water could cool down the thoughts inside.
The door opened. She placed her glass at the table and her head turned around to see the last situation she wanted to be in.
Major John Sheppard stood in the doorway. Unable to move she starred at him, wide-eyed.
"Have you seen a ghost or something?"
Her unexpected expression made him lead his steps straight towards her.
"If you're real I guess not. Are you real?"
He frowned. Something was wrong here.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded, turning to face the glass.
Curious about her reaction he sat down into the chair next to her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Drinking a glass of water", she declared without looking at him.
"Yes, I can see that. But why?"
"Because I was thirsty."
He looked at her in disbelief.
"Come on, you know what I mean."
"I just answered your questions. If you want to know something else, ask something else."
Correction, something was very wrong here.
A suspicious look at her glass was followed by another guess.
"Are you sure this is water and not some strange kind of alcohol?"
She took a sip to verify it.
"Water!"
She lifted her glass to her eyes and gazed into in.
"But geting drunk is a pretty good idea. Maybe that'll help..."
"Will help what?"
"Nothing."
"Don't tell me there's nothing when you need help."
"I don't need help."
"You just said so."
"What?"
Damn. It seemed like the useful part of her brain was still sleeping.
"And you're sure you're okay?"
"Then I'd be in my bed sleeping peacefully", she admited still avoiding to look at him directly.
"Ah. Now we've got the point. So why are you up in the middle of the night?"
"Why are you up?"
"I'm always up late."
"And why is it such a special thing if I'm up late?"
"Why can't you just answer my question?"
A resigned sigh was followed by a more honest answer.
"I couldn't sleep anymore."
"A nightmare?"
"No, not a nightmare. I just dreamed..." she paused immediately.
"Sometimes it helps to talk about it."
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Are you always so annoying?"
"Distraction won't work."
"It... it wasn't the kind of dream you normally talk about." The tone of her voice said it all.
The grin on his face told her he knew exactly what she were talking about. She blushed and that confirmed his thoughts further.
"Don't!"
"Elizabeth you're only human. What scares you so much about it?"
For the first time her eyes were meeting his. She knew it was a mistake. She wanted to forget; wanted to make sure her feelings for him weren't that deep.
Instead she found herself trying to resist the huge urge to pull him down into an endless kiss, while moving her eyes to his lips just for a moment. In that moment she knew she wanted him. How could she even think that? It was wrong! She quickly looked away as if she feared he could read her mind through her eyes.
"That's so not fair. I'm trying to get you out of my head and the next person I stumble over is you." She sighed deeply.
As she noticed the Major was some kind of frozen in shock she began to realize something quite horrible.
"Did I say that out loud?" she startled.
"You did!"
Her head hit the table hard. Oh god, never have a certain someone around when you're half asleep and your brain is not working properly.
This was only going to get much worse she realized. She folded her arms underneath her head to make her position more comfortable and what was more important to hide her face.
"Why are you fighting against your dreams?" his voice was soft, softer than she’d ever heard it before.
There were too many emotions reflected in his eyes when she glanced at him with one eye.
"You're not supposed to be in there... not like this." It was nothing more than a whisper.
After a long silence John got up. Elizabeth's head was still resting on her arms at the table. As he stood behind her he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"You're in my dreams, too. Every night."
No reaction. No answer. She didn't move.
At least he knew now there was hope. One day she'd be ready to accept her own feelings. Then he would be there. As long as it takes. He'd wait.
Elizabeth heard the door open and then he was gone.
Something was dying inside of her. The last bit of her resistance. But it wasn't dead, just yet. The question was how to survive the next day.
~ End ~
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