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ahem. mini-ficlet. 'Lantis. Beckett/Sheppard
In honor of the fabulous, wonderful, possibly insane, Canthlian... Who fed me new DW like the crack-monkey that I am... Rating: PG13, if that. Mention/reference to sex... unbeta'd.
John Sheppard wakes up alone.
Well, technically, he can't remember if he went to sleep with someone, and thus, of course he should wake up alone.
He confuses himself for a moment trying to work out the logic of that.
In the time it takes to facilitate himself upright, he discovers two things. One. He's not wearing any pants. Two. Carson Beckett is asleep in the straight-backed chair in the corner of his room.
More logic tries to assert itself through his brain, and it finally occurs to John that he is hungover.
Really hungover.
Carson isn't wearing any pants, either.
It also occurs to John that he and Carson are both--he looks down at himself. Huh. Back up at the Doc. Well, apparently, they grow them well where Beckett comes from.
Maybe it's his stumble when he trips over his own boots, or maybe it's the muttered curse. Either way, Carson jerks awake, standing quickly, and staring a little wildly. "Major Sheppard!"
"Doctor." John replies carefully, finally discovering his pants among the tangle of clothing and yanking them on.
"Ow."
Avoiding meeting the other man's eyes, Sheppard nudges the pile of clothing. "I think your pants are here, somewhere."
"And my trousers too."
The attempt at levity falls flat. John coughs. "So, doctor. Any ideas as to why you were half-naked in my chair?"
"I figured it would be better to sleep there, once you'd taken the whole bed, Major."
"The whole--" Huh. John hasn't flushed like this in a long time. "--bed?"
"Yes."
Now, he looks up and meets the other man's eyes. "So, it wasn't just a dream."
Carson has succeeded in pulling on pants and trousers, and looks disconcerted. "No, Major Sheppard, it wasn't."
"We, ah..." John gestures.
"Yes, Major." A strange smirk crosses the good doctor's lips. "We had sex."
"That's, uh... cool." Okay. Not what he'd been thinking. But given the way the smirk on Carson's lips was doing funny things to his lower body, maybe it was cool. "And, we could...?"
"Not right now, Major. I have duties to attend to. Maybe later, though."
John blinks as the doors to his quarters close on Carson's departing form. "Cool."
-f-
John Sheppard wakes up alone.
Well, technically, he can't remember if he went to sleep with someone, and thus, of course he should wake up alone.
He confuses himself for a moment trying to work out the logic of that.
In the time it takes to facilitate himself upright, he discovers two things. One. He's not wearing any pants. Two. Carson Beckett is asleep in the straight-backed chair in the corner of his room.
More logic tries to assert itself through his brain, and it finally occurs to John that he is hungover.
Really hungover.
Carson isn't wearing any pants, either.
It also occurs to John that he and Carson are both--he looks down at himself. Huh. Back up at the Doc. Well, apparently, they grow them well where Beckett comes from.
Maybe it's his stumble when he trips over his own boots, or maybe it's the muttered curse. Either way, Carson jerks awake, standing quickly, and staring a little wildly. "Major Sheppard!"
"Doctor." John replies carefully, finally discovering his pants among the tangle of clothing and yanking them on.
"Ow."
Avoiding meeting the other man's eyes, Sheppard nudges the pile of clothing. "I think your pants are here, somewhere."
"And my trousers too."
The attempt at levity falls flat. John coughs. "So, doctor. Any ideas as to why you were half-naked in my chair?"
"I figured it would be better to sleep there, once you'd taken the whole bed, Major."
"The whole--" Huh. John hasn't flushed like this in a long time. "--bed?"
"Yes."
Now, he looks up and meets the other man's eyes. "So, it wasn't just a dream."
Carson has succeeded in pulling on pants and trousers, and looks disconcerted. "No, Major Sheppard, it wasn't."
"We, ah..." John gestures.
"Yes, Major." A strange smirk crosses the good doctor's lips. "We had sex."
"That's, uh... cool." Okay. Not what he'd been thinking. But given the way the smirk on Carson's lips was doing funny things to his lower body, maybe it was cool. "And, we could...?"
"Not right now, Major. I have duties to attend to. Maybe later, though."
John blinks as the doors to his quarters close on Carson's departing form. "Cool."
-f-