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Lantis ficlet
Sparkyish (Weir/Sheppard)
Gennish. Spoilers through season 2.
Atlantis has long ago worked out an acceptable strategy for dealing with Dr. Weir's sex life.
They ignore it. Try not to gossip about it. And bitch-slap any rookie stupid enough to mention it. And Kavanaugh was never bright enough to discern it.
For one thing, they know when she's had a particularly good night and is feeling sleepy and comfortable, because she sometimes wanders in wearing a blue shirt. Everyone on Atlantis knows that Dr. Weir only brought red shirts. It's Colonel Sheppard that owns the blue ones. General consensus is that she was too tired to bother going back to her quarters--or maybe his are just more comfortable.
This is not to say she hasn't worn black in times of crisis.
One memorable occasion saw Dr. Weir run into the command in a black t-shirt and pants while Colonel Sheppard trailed her, shirtless and cursing. Her curt order to zip himself up was met with a pout.
Everyone steered clear of both of them for at least two days after that.
Until Peter said it was all right.
Perhaps it's not that they don't talk about it. They just neglect to share their observations with outsiders.
Atlantis is good at protecting its own.
In a community this small, it's almost required that everyone watch out for everyone else. After Peter Grodin died, they had less of a network for a while before they stabilized with several taking turns at reading Dr. Weir and the city's moods.
But when a rookie (or even a seasoned) soldier wakes from a nightmare of wraith and death, there's someone with tea (or hot cocoa). Sometimes it's even Teyla Emmagan. Other times, a random scientist, often it's Dr. Beckett (who in turn finds himself buried beneath paperwork until he has enough sleep). When the scientists wake from their own fears (theorems and wraiths and the terrible suddenness of death), there is hot cocoa (or tea). Sometimes the comfort of another to simply talk away the scattered images of destruction.
The amount of tea and hot cocoa the Atlantis expedition goes through would give an Earth-based psychologist enough of a thesis to occupy her for a lifetime. Kate Heightmeyer doesn't plan to let that phase her. She also knows she can't publish a damned thing. Makes it easier to see the people of Atlantis as people rather than statistics.
Popcorn is saved for special occasions (Sheppard's team returning alive after having been captured no longer count). Major Lorne's birthday was heralded with a hail of popcorn over the balcony of the gateroom.
If asked, the people of Atlantis would explain that they've already followed Dr. Weir to hell. It's just the getting back part that seems to be the problem.
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Gennish. Spoilers through season 2.
Atlantis has long ago worked out an acceptable strategy for dealing with Dr. Weir's sex life.
They ignore it. Try not to gossip about it. And bitch-slap any rookie stupid enough to mention it. And Kavanaugh was never bright enough to discern it.
For one thing, they know when she's had a particularly good night and is feeling sleepy and comfortable, because she sometimes wanders in wearing a blue shirt. Everyone on Atlantis knows that Dr. Weir only brought red shirts. It's Colonel Sheppard that owns the blue ones. General consensus is that she was too tired to bother going back to her quarters--or maybe his are just more comfortable.
This is not to say she hasn't worn black in times of crisis.
One memorable occasion saw Dr. Weir run into the command in a black t-shirt and pants while Colonel Sheppard trailed her, shirtless and cursing. Her curt order to zip himself up was met with a pout.
Everyone steered clear of both of them for at least two days after that.
Until Peter said it was all right.
Perhaps it's not that they don't talk about it. They just neglect to share their observations with outsiders.
Atlantis is good at protecting its own.
In a community this small, it's almost required that everyone watch out for everyone else. After Peter Grodin died, they had less of a network for a while before they stabilized with several taking turns at reading Dr. Weir and the city's moods.
But when a rookie (or even a seasoned) soldier wakes from a nightmare of wraith and death, there's someone with tea (or hot cocoa). Sometimes it's even Teyla Emmagan. Other times, a random scientist, often it's Dr. Beckett (who in turn finds himself buried beneath paperwork until he has enough sleep). When the scientists wake from their own fears (theorems and wraiths and the terrible suddenness of death), there is hot cocoa (or tea). Sometimes the comfort of another to simply talk away the scattered images of destruction.
The amount of tea and hot cocoa the Atlantis expedition goes through would give an Earth-based psychologist enough of a thesis to occupy her for a lifetime. Kate Heightmeyer doesn't plan to let that phase her. She also knows she can't publish a damned thing. Makes it easier to see the people of Atlantis as people rather than statistics.
Popcorn is saved for special occasions (Sheppard's team returning alive after having been captured no longer count). Major Lorne's birthday was heralded with a hail of popcorn over the balcony of the gateroom.
If asked, the people of Atlantis would explain that they've already followed Dr. Weir to hell. It's just the getting back part that seems to be the problem.
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If asked, the people of Atlantis would explain that they've already followed Dr. Weir to hell. It's just the getting back part that seems to be the problem.
So so true and the best sentence(s) to end it on. *nods lots*
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I was going to say they'd follow her into hell, and then realized they already had.
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I love you! PETER. Dammit, how have I forgotten my Peter love? After the Billy challenge is over, I am SO VERY MUCH writing Peterfic. DAMN HE IS AWESOME.
Also, heh. TEA. TEYLA. COCOA! Kate wins.
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YES. Atlantis likes tea and hot cocoa (what better way to calm the nerves of a nightmare-ridden soldier?)
Liz would do the tea thing, but she says having to wake Sheppard from his nightmares is enough, damnit.
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*snorts* Man, poor Liz. she's gotta get kicked a lot from Shep. Likely she's learned to kick him back a little. (She needs her sleep too!)
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Liz says she's kicked Shep a few times. Though, usually, she ends up waking before she kicks him and then wanders out to the balcony. Shep isn't always smart enough to wake and follow her, though.
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