Title: Proof: Part Two or "Sunny couldn't come up with an original name for me, so sadly, I am called Part 2"
Summary: Uh, it’s a sequel of Proof. Insert *gasp* here. You heard that right, it’s a sequel. And it’s all fluff. Pure. Fluff.
Disclaimer: Not only do I need to save money for a newer used car. But for my trip in August. This is for sheer unadulterated fun. In the words of Gregory Maguire: Please, don’t sue me.
A/N: My gratitude to buggy_542 for the beta once more.
The 'already done' part:
Cadman had been somewhat disappointed she would have to room with the singles that night. It was a momentous occasion and she wanted to share it with someone special, as Teyla and Doctor Weir would have the opportunity to do so. She soon began to forget her dissatisfaction at her own situation as the ale began to flow and the feast commenced.
The expected formalities and presentations that one could not escape at such a celebration were thankfully short. When they were over and his presence was no longer required, John found a secluded quiet spot just outside the main events. Shortly after his departure, Elizabeth followed excusing herself from the group of people with which she had been schmoozing. He was grateful to the Baccarians not only for their newfound allegiance and for access to another Ancient outpost, but for the huge smile it had put upon Elizabeth’s face. Otherwise, he would not have had the pleasure of witnessing one of the greatest wonders in his life seek him out through the campfire light.
“Hey stranger,” she was more than a little relaxed.
“Hey beautiful,” he smiled as he kissed her hello.
Damn, he loved her more than she knew at this moment. Elizabeth’s beauty never escaped him save for the fact that it was such a rare occurrence to see her out of uniform. Okay, so maybe that was not true. He had seen her out of uniform and that was mostly because she was in his shirt and in his bed. Here though, at this moment he could just be. He didn’t have to worry or be ready to act at a moments notice, he could revel in peace.
“So this is going well.”
“Very well,” she grinned. “Laura seems to be enjoying herself now.”
“That’s because she’s drunk,” he stated as he turned her in his arms.
She laughed quietly at the sight of the inebriated Lieutenant attempting to demonstrate a reverse take down on a towering Ronon.
“Maybe she thinks he’s one of those training dummies,” John whispered to her.
God, she loved when he did that. John could have been reading one of Biro’s pathological reports and she would have been undone. She sunk herself deeper into his embrace sighing contentedly. Several more moments of observing Laura make new friends passed before Teyla escorted her towards the women’s lodge. Seeing as their entertainment was departing John spoke, “I dig these clothes they gave us. Kinda reminds me of old Native American Colonial stuff.”
“‘Stuff’?” she inquired.
“You know, the whole ‘buckskin meets linen’ feel it has. I imagine that this is what their clothes used to feel like. It’s like time traveling without a DeLorean and a flux capacitor.”
“How much have you had to drink?”
“I don’t know. They wouldn’t let my cup get less than half empty... and I was really thirsty.”
She turned in his hold upon her. He was different tonight, maybe he was responding to her jovial mood. Elizabeth couldn’t put her finger on it though she highly suspected the concoction being served had a little something to do with it.
“So you wanna make out?”
He was definitely drunk.
“As much as I would like to,” she grinned. “Don’t you think it would be a little suspicious if we disappeared?”
“Aw, come on,” he was pleading. “How often do we have to steal moments on Atlantis because we’re busy? Right now, we don’t have to worry about an attack or one of the docs blowing up a lab. It’s just you and me.”
He ended that last part with a pout. She hated when he did that. Her resolve could crumble like a sandcastle taken over by the tide. However, John’s words rang true even in his slightly altered state. Often, she was amazed at how his mind worked. Sometimes he could be so irrational and at others completely logical. He had talked her into so many things she wondered if he’d ever been in politics from a previous life. On the other hand, maybe it was because she loved him that she caved so often.
John could tell the talking tactic wasn’t really working on convincing Elizabeth so he tried a different approach. Actions spoke louder than words right? He pulled her closer and her hands automatically moved around his neck. Lowering his mouth to his favorite spot right below her ear coerced a giggle from her.
“Okay, okay,” she resigned through fits of laughter.
Mission accomplished. He released her as she grabbed his hand to lead him back to their assigned overnight quarters.
“Just so you know, I didn’t ask for sex. I asked if we could make out. So this is all on you.”
“Shut up. You know we never just ‘make out’ it always leads to something more.”
“Well then I guess I got more than I bargained for. I’m an excellent negotiator. I should get into politics.”
“Oh please, your pouting would get you kicked out of the UN in about two seconds. Either that or your urge to keep things moving would frustrate your political parties to drinking. Politicians are all about laying in wait until they see something worth bargaining for and then wrapping it up in red tape with a sign that says ‘Save for a rainy day. Do not open ‘til x-mas.’”
John thought that was a rather pessimistic view for Elizabeth, then again she had been in politics for a while now and was considered somewhat an expert on certain things. He laughed at her honesty anyway.
“I thought you were the optimistic type?”
“I am,” she smiled. “But negotiations here mean so much. We have more reason to unite against one enemy. We fight for survival. It’s do or die.”
“Earth’s problems seem insignificant from a galaxy away. Too bad they all don’t know how good they’ve got it.”
“We’ve got it good too. I mean despite the everyday problems living in an alien galaxy that comes with the territory. We could never have this moment on Earth.”
“Then let’s not waste it.”