Title: Unpredictable

Author: Angel Leviathan

Spoilers: Season 1, Hide & Seek

Season: 1

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis, characters, concept, etc, aren’t mine.

Notes: Don’t know why, but I’ve been wanting to write a fic on the watching football scene for some time. Just like to say I heard, "Of course," as the beginning of Sheppard’s reply, sorry if its wrong, but that part of the basis of the fic.

And then he had tried to be all deep and meaningful; football as a metaphor.

But that wasn’t what was bothering her.

Infuriating man!

Just what was he trying to say?

Angrily rummaging through some files, Elizabeth had almost convinced herself to let it go when the man in questioned simply wandered into her office.

"Hey," John greeted, "Hate to bother you, but there’s an argument going on about-"

"You don’t think I’m passionate!?" she looked up, slamming the files down on her desk.

He stopped dead and actually took a step back, "Woah. Where’d that come from?"

"’Its real, its unpredictable, its full of passion…’" she grimaced, "…’and beer’" she repeated, "What’s that about?" Elizabeth crossed past her desk and strode toward him.

"Hey, hey, it was just a comment!"

"Isn’t the fact that I’m here, the fact that I’m trying my damned hardest to make this expedition into something brilliant whilst trying to keep every person here safe proof enough that I’m passionate about things!?"

"It was just a comment about football…" he tried.

"No! It was a comment about me and what you think my failings are!" she fumed, "I’m sorry that I can’t run charging into battle like you, or pilot an aircraft so fast just because I love it! What do you think it takes to be a negotiator? If I didn’t give a damn about things then I’d just give up and walk out!" Elizabeth paused to take a breath, finding nothing else to say, and so just glared him, hands curled into fists.

John managed to keep a straight face for only a moment, "You’re beautiful when you’re angry."

"John!" she threw her hands up in frustration and turned away, "I’m serious! Is that really what you think of me? That I live in some fairyland where I think everything can be fixed without a care?"

"No," he answered, "If anything I think you’re too passionate."

She tilted her head with a frown.

"You care too much. You give too much time to people who really don’t give a damn. You care enough to make up for all the people who don’t. But that’s what makes you you, and I wouldn’t expect anything less," John folded his arms and waited for her reaction.

Weir eventually turned back round to face him, trace of a smile on her face, "…That’s very sweet, you know."

"I have my moments," he grinned.

"Don’t think I’m not still mad at you!"

"Of course," John attempted to get back to an expression that was close to serious. He nodded, "Well, seeing as you can’t get into football, what do you say to watching a movie?" he held out his arm in a gentleman-like manner.

Elizabeth smiled, "You sure you can cope with watching something that doesn’t involve beer?"

"Who said no beer was involved?"

She laughed and looped her arm through his as they left her office, "Notting Hill."

"…Chick flick…"

"But its real, its unpredictable, its full of passion…"

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Fin