A *Very* Inconvenient Truth
Title: A *Very* Inconvenient Truth
Author: chiarahhue
Rating: mild PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: Atlantis or any of the characters. They belong to MGM. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
For: wanderingsmith just because…
Summary: Epilogue to “On a Short Lease”
AN: Not beta'd.
Carson took a sip of his tea and sighed contentedly. The infirmary’s only patient had been discharged the evening before, so he’d given the duty nurse permission to go to the mainland this morning with Dr. Biro to assist at the clinic they’d set up at the Athosian settlement.
He looked through his office window at the tidy rows of unoccupied beds and nodded in satisfaction. There hadn’t been so much as a scratch to take care of after the last mission - a miracle in itself, considering it was Colonel Sheppard’s team that had been offworld for two weeks. Not that the man was careless, mind you, but he just seemed to attract trouble like a magnet.
Carson blinked in surprise as the man himself, suddenly poked his unruly haired head around the infirmary door, looked around and seemingly satisfied that the place was empty, walked in. Stiffly.
And was that Elizabeth with him?
Carson sat up, his eyebrows rising as the two leaders of Atlantis entered his office - the Colonel, shuffling in with a distracted air and Elizabeth with what could only be described as a smirk on her face.
“Hey Doc.”
“Good morning, Carson.”
“Colonel Sheppard. Elizabeth.” He nodded and looked from one to the other for some clue as to why they were there so early in the morning. When neither spoke, he drummed his fingers on the desk and then indicated a couple of chairs. “Would you like to have a seat?”
John started to lower himself and then with a grimace, changed his mind. “Uh, thanks, but I think I’ll stand.”
Normally, any hint of injury on John’s part would have Elizabeth hovering in concern. But to Carson’s amazement, he swore she snickered under her breath before turning a calmly, bland expression toward him.
“I believe the Colonel is experiencing some, er, post mission muscle strain.”
“Aye, I can see he appears to be in some discomfort,” Carson ventured, trying to figure out what was going on. Although Elizabeth was being her usual diplomatic self, there was a definite quirk to the corners of her mouth and the Colonel had yet to look him in the eye.
“It’s his back,” Elizabeth offered, when Carson lifted an eyebrow in John’s direction.
“Ah, I see.” He nodded. “Liftin’ something too heavy for ya, eh lad?” he asked, looking over at John. “Ya gotta remember to bend your knees more - don’t just put your bloody back into it and shove.”
John made an oddly strangled noise as Elizabeth coughed delicately into her hand.
“And why did ya wait until now to come see me?” He gave John a glare as he reached for his data tablet to write a prescription.
“I’m sorry Carson, but that was entirely my fault.” Elizabeth smiled disarmingly. “There were so many things I’d thought of for him to do while he’d been away. I didn’t mean to keep him, er…tied up…”
Carson looked up as John choked and Elizabeth reached out to thump his back. “Colonel!” He rose in concern, seeing the flush suffuse his face.
But John waved him off. “S’okay…just something caught in my throat.”
Elizabeth smiled sweetly and took the medication from Carson’s hand. “I’ll make sure he takes these.”
And with a nod of thanks, they both took their leave; John moving slowly and Elizabeth keeping pace, her hand solicitously on the small of his back, rubbing comforting little circles.
Carson watched them slowly make their way out of the infirmary, shaking his head, in puzzlement. If I didn’t know better…
And then his eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped as Elizabeth waved the hallway door open for John and as he passed through, the hand she had on his back slid down and unmistakably squeezed his ass.
As the sound of their muffled laughter faded down the hall, Carson grinned and tapped his earpiece.
“Chuck, my dear fellow…I believe I have a very large lottery wager to collect on…”
The End
Author: chiarahhue
Rating: mild PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: Atlantis or any of the characters. They belong to MGM. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
For: wanderingsmith just because…
Summary: Epilogue to “On a Short Lease”
AN: Not beta'd.
Carson took a sip of his tea and sighed contentedly. The infirmary’s only patient had been discharged the evening before, so he’d given the duty nurse permission to go to the mainland this morning with Dr. Biro to assist at the clinic they’d set up at the Athosian settlement.
He looked through his office window at the tidy rows of unoccupied beds and nodded in satisfaction. There hadn’t been so much as a scratch to take care of after the last mission - a miracle in itself, considering it was Colonel Sheppard’s team that had been offworld for two weeks. Not that the man was careless, mind you, but he just seemed to attract trouble like a magnet.
Carson blinked in surprise as the man himself, suddenly poked his unruly haired head around the infirmary door, looked around and seemingly satisfied that the place was empty, walked in. Stiffly.
And was that Elizabeth with him?
Carson sat up, his eyebrows rising as the two leaders of Atlantis entered his office - the Colonel, shuffling in with a distracted air and Elizabeth with what could only be described as a smirk on her face.
“Hey Doc.”
“Good morning, Carson.”
“Colonel Sheppard. Elizabeth.” He nodded and looked from one to the other for some clue as to why they were there so early in the morning. When neither spoke, he drummed his fingers on the desk and then indicated a couple of chairs. “Would you like to have a seat?”
John started to lower himself and then with a grimace, changed his mind. “Uh, thanks, but I think I’ll stand.”
Normally, any hint of injury on John’s part would have Elizabeth hovering in concern. But to Carson’s amazement, he swore she snickered under her breath before turning a calmly, bland expression toward him.
“I believe the Colonel is experiencing some, er, post mission muscle strain.”
“Aye, I can see he appears to be in some discomfort,” Carson ventured, trying to figure out what was going on. Although Elizabeth was being her usual diplomatic self, there was a definite quirk to the corners of her mouth and the Colonel had yet to look him in the eye.
“It’s his back,” Elizabeth offered, when Carson lifted an eyebrow in John’s direction.
“Ah, I see.” He nodded. “Liftin’ something too heavy for ya, eh lad?” he asked, looking over at John. “Ya gotta remember to bend your knees more - don’t just put your bloody back into it and shove.”
John made an oddly strangled noise as Elizabeth coughed delicately into her hand.
“And why did ya wait until now to come see me?” He gave John a glare as he reached for his data tablet to write a prescription.
“I’m sorry Carson, but that was entirely my fault.” Elizabeth smiled disarmingly. “There were so many things I’d thought of for him to do while he’d been away. I didn’t mean to keep him, er…tied up…”
Carson looked up as John choked and Elizabeth reached out to thump his back. “Colonel!” He rose in concern, seeing the flush suffuse his face.
But John waved him off. “S’okay…just something caught in my throat.”
Elizabeth smiled sweetly and took the medication from Carson’s hand. “I’ll make sure he takes these.”
And with a nod of thanks, they both took their leave; John moving slowly and Elizabeth keeping pace, her hand solicitously on the small of his back, rubbing comforting little circles.
Carson watched them slowly make their way out of the infirmary, shaking his head, in puzzlement. If I didn’t know better…
And then his eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped as Elizabeth waved the hallway door open for John and as he passed through, the hand she had on his back slid down and unmistakably squeezed his ass.
As the sound of their muffled laughter faded down the hall, Carson grinned and tapped his earpiece.
“Chuck, my dear fellow…I believe I have a very large lottery wager to collect on…”
The End