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SGA Fic: Tonight Only The Clock
Oh my. Angst is much more my thing. Damn "Siege III" and "Intruder"! They are ruining my muse.


Title: Tonight Only The Clock
Rating: PG
Category: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir. Badfic. Appalling use of characterization. No, really.
Spoilers: Siege Part III. Barely.
Disclaimer: Owned by others. Pay them.
Author's Note: Inspired by Elizabeth's mysterious power over John and mylittleredgirl who said, "They should drink more."
Summary: "If he didn't know better, he'd believe they were flirting."



==

"The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol."
-- Mignon McLaughlin, 'The Neurotic's Notebook'


==


At 20:00:00 there is a party. They have no decorations, but there is music and Athosian wine, and everyone comes. It's a remarkably large gathering, the crew of the Daedalus greatly adding to their numbers and slowing the necessary mingling aspect of the party into a two-hour event.

John makes his way slowly through the crowd, stopped constantly by every other person who is seeming to find it essential to pull him aside and congratulate him on another close save for the city.

Eventually he finds himself standing at her side, listening while she tells Colonel Caldwell about the day their coffee ran out. It's an amusing story what with Rodney having had half the engineering staff working on creating replication technology, and Ford on the Mainland trying to explain the finer details of raising coffee bean crops, but John's full of clear Athosian wine and he's somehow only processing about half the story.

Elizabeth laughs and he struggles to pay attention. "Rodney has this theory that if it has been mentioned on Star Trek, then most likely the Ancients have already created it. In fact, we have already found evidence of..."

There's something about the way that Caldwell is smiling at her, listening so attentively and never looking John's way that makes him defensive. He's suddenly feeling protective of her, though he has no reason to be, and he's trying to remember that he has a lot of alien alcohol buzzing about in his brain.

He catches Caldwell calling her Elizabeth, and is irritated when she has no reaction, but merely keeps talking and nodding as though he's done this a million times.

John swallows hard and forces himself to look out over the balcony at the stargate. He supposes that working together for the last few months would naturally lead to a usage of first names, but it grates on his nerves and he doesn't like that he's unaware of how long it has been going on.

With Elizabeth at his side, he can't help but think back to earlier a few months before and the relief he had seen in her face as she hugged him.

If he can believe it means nothing, he's sure that would be better.

He's distracted by the way that she's smiling, her eyes bright with a few glasses of wine. They're both finishing their second – he doesn't mean to be counting – but the effects of Athosian wine are slow to show, only coming in to flood the bloodstream once it's too late.

When Caldwell says Elizabeth again, as though he can't get enough of her name and wants her to notice his infatuation, John gives a little nod and leaves, quickly making his way to the alcohol.

Better drunk than sorry, he thinks, though he knows there's something not quite logical about it. Looking back, he sees Elizabeth watching him with a smile – he swears it's mischievous – her head tilted to the side.

Caldwell is staring at him with a frown and John resists the sudden urge to wave.

====

At 23:28:31 they are sitting around the conference table – the six of them with six bottles because somewhere along the way McKay refused to be separated from his and then they'd all thought it natural to follow suit.

He's across from Elizabeth, and though he has been explaining that their wine is identical, she continues to insist that they switch.

"You just have to trust me," she says with a grin that means trouble. "There's something special about what you have."

Teyla collapses in laughter against Carson, and Elizabeth smirks.

He's missing out on something, he's sure of it, but McKay and Zalenka continue to argue over alien alcohol versus human constitution, and Carson is staring a bit wide-eyed at what might be his view down Teyla's top.

John surrenders his wine suspiciously, sliding it across the table to Elizabeth who takes a sip.

"Is it what you expected, Dr. Weir?" Teyla asks from her position against Carson's shoulder.

Elizabeth nods slowly, a sly look crossing her face. "Sweeter than I would have guessed."

Teyla is lost in another fit of giggles.

====

At 01:57:19 he has Dr. Elizabeth Weir sitting cross-legged on his bed holding a glass of amber liquid in her hands.

Looking down he finds he's doing the same, and it surprises him because he doesn't remember how he's ended up here.

She clinks their glasses together and downs her drink while he watches, awed. Surely after a year he should know these things about her, but Elizabeth doesn't confide easily, and he's never expected to be the one she'd tell.

She sets her empty glass down on the bed where it promptly tips over and rolls off the edge and out of sight. "Seven," she says proudly.

He's appalled that he's apparently been encouraging her into consuming so much Athosian liquor, especially with the almost-lethal kick he knows it has after glass five. He doesn't even want to think about the amount of wine they had before this.

Elizabeth's smiling and waving her hands at him, mocking him to try and beat her, and he's suddenly more concerned about the fact that she's going to out drink him anyway.

He gets it all down – barely, god she has an iron stomach – and weakly holds his glass aloft to claim his win at eight.

She somehow makes her way to her feet, swaying alarmingly when she stands up on the bed to declare him the winner.

The drunken flush that brightened her cheeks has made its way to her collarbone, spreading down beneath her shirt, and she's still remarkably clear spoken, if not quite able to hold her balance.

"Thank you," he says.

And then she kisses him.

It's too quick for him to do anything but accept, and then she's giving a small laugh, lying back on the bed to analyze his ceiling.

He has no idea what to do.

Their relationship has suddenly progressed to drunken fraternizations in bedrooms, and to think he was uncomfortable with hugging just months ago.

She reaches out and tugs gently on his index finger. There are sensations that quickly fire off, spreading from his hand to... other parts he manages to stop focusing on. He wholly attributes these responses to the liquid mess his stomach has become.

"It's morning," she notes, nodding toward his clock as 02:00 glows red.

He's playing with her fingers and she's tickling the palm of his hand. If he didn't know better, he'd believe they were flirting.

====

At 07:01:08 a com beeps and he opens heavy eyes slowly.

He is in a tangle of bed sheets on his floor, and his body aches and protests every effort he makes as he sits up.

Elizabeth is asleep backward on his bed, her head half-hidden in his duvet down at the end of the mattress and her feet nearest the headboard. His pillows are nowhere to be seen.

The com beeps again and he finds it on the floor inside an overturned cup. He puts it on, acknowledging his presence with a groaned mumble meant to represent, "Sheppard here, go ahead."

"Dr. Weir?"

John immediately sits up straighter by habit, struggling to fight the woozy rush in his head. "Colonel?"

Caldwell coughs a couple of times. "I take it the briefing is going to be late?"

"Uh... yes sir." Despite the hangover from hell, he's feeling fairly giddy all of a sudden. "Athosian wine packs a hell of a punch, sir."

A pause.

"I gathered," Caldwell replies dryly. "Let Dr. Weir know that I'll expect her at 0800."

John grins. "Yes sir."

He watches Elizabeth sleep for a moment, oddly charmed by this image of her. If there's a side of her he could see more of, this would be included in it.

Poking at Elizabeth's shoulder lightly wakes her, and she blearily pulls his wrist up to squint at his watch. "Damn," she mutters.

"You've got an hour," he tells her, wishing he can more clearly remember their interactions the night before and whether or not he can extend still being under the influence to tucking those errant curls behind her ear.

"You weren't kidding, that stuff is lethal." She rubs at her temples then looks at him with a wicked grin. "Drink you for the shower."

-Fin

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Comments
roothekittykat From: roothekittykat Date: July 25th, 2005 06:17 am (UTC) (Link)
eee *giggles madly* wheeeee :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 01:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Squee! :D
boutondor From: boutondor Date: July 25th, 2005 07:35 am (UTC) (Link)
So perfect. I'm in awe at your superb writing.

I'm bawling now. I want to watch Atlantis! NOW!

He has no idea what to do.

My favorite sentence. Perfect. There's no other words to describe it.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 01:55 am (UTC) (Link)
*squishes you with love* Have the first two episodes (of both shows, because Claudia and Ben omg! Whee!) already ready for you. You must return soon so I can pummel you with pillow of 'shipper fuzz! ;)
anr From: anr Date: July 25th, 2005 09:07 am (UTC) (Link)
HEE!

*loves this characterisation, even if you don't*

They're so adorable when they're plastered!

*loved this*
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC) (Link)
They do such daring and wonderful things when on the liquid drink. *adores them*

And eee, much love for your love. :D
muldy From: muldy Date: July 25th, 2005 09:35 am (UTC) (Link)
Hehe DRUNKENESS!!!

*squees*
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 01:58 am (UTC) (Link)
So needs to happen more. And in canon. *nods*
nhawk From: nhawk Date: July 25th, 2005 11:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Drunk!Fic. Wheeeee. I found this adorable. *squishes them*

The com beeps again and he finds it on the floor inside an overturned cup. He puts it on, acknowledging his presence with a groaned mumble meant to represent, "Sheppard here, go ahead."

"Dr. Weir?"


I love the thought of Caldwell suspecting something is going on between them. Ha. You know he does.

phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 01:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Hee! Thank you. :D

I love the thought of Caldwell suspecting something is going on between them.

Dude, especially after "Intruder". He's so the third wheel. ;)
From: nyuszi Date: July 25th, 2005 12:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
yay for the atlantis personell being drunk!

beautiful!

thanx for sharing. ;)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 02:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Squee! *passes out bottles*
pellucid From: pellucid Date: July 25th, 2005 01:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hehe! Drunkenness!!! And Col. Skinner catching them!!! Giggling Teyla was also absolutely adorable, for some reason. And really, I don't think the characterization is too off. Wheee!!!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)
*squeezes you with lurv*

Giggling Teyla was also absolutely adorable, for some reason.

If only they could introduce a chaotic night of Athosian drink into the show... I'm sure the new not-a-robot-Teyla we've seen recently would so totally be a giggly drunk. Hee.
elvinborn From: elvinborn Date: July 25th, 2005 02:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay! Drunk Fic!!!
I have to go with anr I like the characterization :) You can get away with a lot when you add alcohol to the mix ;)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 02:06 am (UTC) (Link)
You can get away with a lot when you add alcohol to the mix ;)

LOL! 'Tis probably why I write drunk fic while under the influence myself. ;)

Thank you! *smooches*
From: tangerrine Date: July 25th, 2005 04:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay! This is adorable! I especially like the moment when Elizabeth and John switch wine glasses... :D

Omg, Caldwell as a plot device. Yes! *loves*
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 02:09 am (UTC) (Link)
HEE! Decided to take my own "use Caldwell as a catalyst/antagonist" comment and forced it into the fic. Whee!
ceruleantides From: ceruleantides Date: July 25th, 2005 04:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Finally, one I can follow.

Also am in awe of your writing. I love it. Especially the headset part. I find it quite amusing for him to answer her com, with a mumble no less.. And to find Caldwell on the other end of it.

phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 02:11 am (UTC) (Link)
LOL! Yay! And your episodes are in the mail! :D

I find it quite amusing for him to answer her com, with a mumble no less.. And to find Caldwell on the other end of it.

*snickers* I'd give a lot to see a Caldwell reaction to something like this on the show. Hee!!
mspooh From: mspooh Date: July 25th, 2005 05:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

*gropes you*

From the top:
1. Name-gasms! John! Elizabeth! Hee. And poopy on Caldwell for trying to butt in on the first name sexage. But damn if John wasn't adorable trying not to be jealous of it.
2. LMFAO at Carson looking down Teyla's top. And wheeeeeeee! Sexual innuendo over bottles of wine is always of the good.
3. This scene is all sorts of hot even though nothing smutty actually happens. Lizzie giggling and swaying... John being at a loss as to what to do now that she's kissed him and actually in his bed... how a simple pull on his fingers can get him all worked up. And they are so damn CUTE with the finger playing and the palm tickling. It's like juvenile flirting, and yet so damn adorable with the both of them.
4. And of course... the comm mixup and confirming what Caldwell's known all this time. Hee. Also loved how Elizabeth isn't worried about waking up in his room, and the entire thing ends on Elizabeth being evil and playful. Rowr.

This fic gives me so much hope for season 2. Now that they can have regular supply runs, they can have all kinds of alcohol on Atlantis! *awaits drunk!fic porn*
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 02:16 am (UTC) (Link)
*is thoroughly groped omg!*

This scene is all sorts of hot even though nothing smutty actually happens.

Hee, damn mini!otp for making teenage flirting all the rage again. ;) 'Tis stuck in my poor mind.

Also loved how Elizabeth isn't worried about waking up in his room

Eee! Knew you would see that. *adores you*

Now that they can have regular supply runs, they can have all kinds of alcohol on Atlantis!

Whee! And now we can write drunk-in-bar-on-earth fics! OMG! *pokes bunny*
icarus_abides From: icarus_abides Date: July 25th, 2005 09:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
*squees*

Even if it's 'badfic', the whole Drunken!pr0n aspect totally cancels it out. Characterizations be damned!

Lovely, lovely bit to read as I finally stumble home from work. Hee!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2005 02:17 am (UTC) (Link)
*guffaws* *hearts you* :D
mylittleredgirl From: mylittleredgirl Date: July 31st, 2005 08:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
love, love, LOVE! SQUEEEEE!! I totally loved this fic sight unseen, too -- mspooh described it to me with much flailing and squeee when I met her for Subway, and she was all "Skinner! And Shep is jealous! And drunkenness!" LOVE LOVE LOVE IT SO. EEeeeeee, Shep has a crush, Shep has a crush! *sing-songs*

Um. I'm totally too distracted by squeee to leave coherent feedback, and I sorry, but omg! the joy!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 31st, 2005 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Omg I have made Subway fic discussion? *bounces* Having already conquered International discussion between you and pellucid, I am now even closer to world domination. Squee!

;)

Am very giddy that you liked, and many thanks for the random comment that sparked a fire under the 'ickle plot bunny. Random comment more! *pokes*
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