Seven Days, by Cyclone (PG)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Category: Sheppard/Weir, fluff
Warning: none
Author on LJ: ???
Author's Website: In the Eye of the Cyclone.
Link: Seven Days.
Why This Must Be Read: Because sometimes you need fluff, and for me, there's a fine line between acceptable fluff and the type that makes you want to hit your head against a desk repeatedly because it's just too damn sugary-sweet. This story is obviously the acceptable kind, although have no doubt. It's there simply to make you laugh and giggle and generally feel good without having to use a single braincell the entire time. The best kind of fluff makes you walk away with a smile on your face. This story does all of that.
When he stepped through the gate he was met by complete and utter silence. He thought that was pretty impressive, considering the circumstances. Stunned silence was one thing, but awed silence – awed silence was something that a person only experienced once or twice in his lifetime. And awed silence from a room full of people who had travelled through several galaxies to find an ancient city and awaken life-draining vampiric aliens was quite a feat.
If he hadn’t been covered from head to toe in ugly pus-filled blisters that itched like crazy, he probably would have enjoyed the attention. As it was, the awed stares were beginning to take on more of an, ‘oh my god, that is so gross’ quality and he was feeling a tad self-conscious.
“It looks worse than it is,” he said to no one in particular, scratching absently at his neck.
“It’d have to be,” he heard someone mutter, and was stopped from finding the culprit and rubbing his infected face all over them by the arrival of Elizabeth. At least she didn’t look disgusted so much as amused. And there was a hint of concern in her eyes as well that made him want to smile through the pustules.
She stopped in front of him and assessed the damage. “Are you –” She had intended on asking if he was okay, but since the angry red splotches that covered his face, neck and hands told her that he was clearly not okay she took a new direction and instead called for help. “Carson. Get him to the infirmary. Try not to touch him – we don’t know if he’s contagious yet.”
“It’s not like I brought the plague back with me,” John defended as Carson waved him through a parted berth of technicians and other onlookers towards the infirmary.
“With all due respect, Major, we don’t know that yet, do we?” Carson replied.
“Teyla and the others are fine. So far it seems that I’m the only one infected.”
“And we would like to keep it that way, so if you don’t mind I’d like to get you into isolation and have a good look at you.”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming. Keep your pants on.”
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Category: Sheppard/Weir, fluff
Warning: none
Author on LJ: ???
Author's Website: In the Eye of the Cyclone.
Link: Seven Days.
Why This Must Be Read: Because sometimes you need fluff, and for me, there's a fine line between acceptable fluff and the type that makes you want to hit your head against a desk repeatedly because it's just too damn sugary-sweet. This story is obviously the acceptable kind, although have no doubt. It's there simply to make you laugh and giggle and generally feel good without having to use a single braincell the entire time. The best kind of fluff makes you walk away with a smile on your face. This story does all of that.
When he stepped through the gate he was met by complete and utter silence. He thought that was pretty impressive, considering the circumstances. Stunned silence was one thing, but awed silence – awed silence was something that a person only experienced once or twice in his lifetime. And awed silence from a room full of people who had travelled through several galaxies to find an ancient city and awaken life-draining vampiric aliens was quite a feat.
If he hadn’t been covered from head to toe in ugly pus-filled blisters that itched like crazy, he probably would have enjoyed the attention. As it was, the awed stares were beginning to take on more of an, ‘oh my god, that is so gross’ quality and he was feeling a tad self-conscious.
“It looks worse than it is,” he said to no one in particular, scratching absently at his neck.
“It’d have to be,” he heard someone mutter, and was stopped from finding the culprit and rubbing his infected face all over them by the arrival of Elizabeth. At least she didn’t look disgusted so much as amused. And there was a hint of concern in her eyes as well that made him want to smile through the pustules.
She stopped in front of him and assessed the damage. “Are you –” She had intended on asking if he was okay, but since the angry red splotches that covered his face, neck and hands told her that he was clearly not okay she took a new direction and instead called for help. “Carson. Get him to the infirmary. Try not to touch him – we don’t know if he’s contagious yet.”
“It’s not like I brought the plague back with me,” John defended as Carson waved him through a parted berth of technicians and other onlookers towards the infirmary.
“With all due respect, Major, we don’t know that yet, do we?” Carson replied.
“Teyla and the others are fine. So far it seems that I’m the only one infected.”
“And we would like to keep it that way, so if you don’t mind I’d like to get you into isolation and have a good look at you.”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming. Keep your pants on.”
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