Title: Essentials

Author: Angel Leviathan

Spoilers: Anything, everything.

Season: 1

Pairing: Sheppard/Weir

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Atlantis, concept or characters.

Notes: First Atlantis fic. Be gentle! I thought I was imagining things, but apparently I’m not. My mates at uni and I have random times when we get together and watch SG-1 & Atlantis, when any of us get any tapes, that is. Something one of them said assured me I wasn’t the only one seeing Sheppard/Weir, and, having kept silent on the matter, I hadn’t influenced anybody! Also based on something another mate said and we all rambled on about. ^^

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She sat staring down at the latest report she’d been handed, absently taking another sip of coffee. She felt awful. And, in her opinion, looked pretty awful as well. As she placed the metal cup back on the table surface, she sighed. Coffee. That was another thing they were bound to run out of soon. Or at some point at least… An all too enthusiastic knock against the ‘glass’ of the wall made her look up.

John Sheppard stood at the door, with an apprehensive frown on his face, "…Morning…" he dared to utter.

Elizabeth murmured a reply, blinking several times in an attempt to wake herself up, "What can I do for you, Major?"

"Latest batch of reports from-" he caught sight of what she was reading, "…That I’m pretty sure you’re aren’t going to be totally enthusiastic about looking at…"

She shook her head, "No, hand them over. Might as well get it done," she tried a smile.

He wandered across the room and put the bunch of papers down on the table beside her, "…You okay?" he frowned, again.

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Weir questioned, a little harshly.

He took a step back, "…You just don’t look-"

"I’m well aware of the state of my appearance."

"I was going to say, ‘happy’," John countered.

She glanced up at him, then back down with a slight smile, "I overslept," she began.

"Not usually cause for a crisis," he leant against the table.

"And then I realised I had not only run out of shampoo, but anything that could conceal these," she gestured to the dark circles under her eyes, "so I’d look as if I hadn’t spent until the early hours unable to sleep. Hence," she pointed to her hair, "and," she held up the mug of coffee.

"So not a good morning then?" John quipped.

She glared at him, "No. And its made me realise just how fast we’re going to start running out of supplies, let alone the ‘essentials’."

"People knew what they were letting themselves in for," he shrugged.

"You try telling them that when all hell breaks loose."

"Well," John pushed himself away from the table, "Maybe I will."

"And make do with the black eyes?" she raised her eyebrows.

"And why not," he stretched, "Anyway," he pulled an object out of the pocket of his jacket, "Here. Consider it some form of exchange for dumping the reports on you," he set it down on the table, "And let’s be honest; I think you need it more than I do."

Elizabeth stared down at the single chocolate bar now sitting in front of her, "I can’t take this," she smiled.

He shook his head, "Yes you can. And if you don’t eat it now, next time you really want to hit me, eat it then, preferably instead of hitting or shouting at me," he teased.

She laughed, despite herself, leaning back in her chair, "…Thank you, John."

"No problem," the Major answered, "I’d better leave you to it. I hear McKay has some weird technology he wants to try out, and I’m first guinea pig, not him. Especially after the personal shield incident," he made his way to the door, stopping just before it opened itself.

"Take care," Elizabeth warned.

"I will," he assured her, "I wont be volunteering to be shoved off any balconies anytime soon," he grinned, turning to leave, but halting again, "And don’t worry. I think you look fine. Maybe even better than fine," he decided to take his leave as of that moment.

Having glanced down at the table, her head shot back up, unable to come up with a reply for his retreating form.

John glanced back over his shoulder, able to see her through the ‘glass’, and grinned when he saw the expression on her face.

…And she suddenly became very interested in the reports before her.

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Fin