Fic: "Stuck", Het: Sheppard/Weir, PG, 1/1
Author: moominlady
Title: Stuck
Rated: PG
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Summary: "Did you just say that your foot was in his mouth?"
Authors note: HUGE thanks to mizz_magenta for the beta. And for poking me to get this fic done. This is my first fic so be kind! :P Any remaining mistakes are my own.
It was fast approaching 4pm when John Sheppard walked out of Operating Room 3. Shrugging off his gown and peeling off his gloves, he dumped them into the Hazard Waste Disposal bin. He’d been in surgery for most of his shift and just when he thought he was finished, paramedics had rushed into the ER with a man whose appendix had ruptured. Being the only doctor who was free at the time, he’d grabbed Ronon and headed back into the O.R.
Now though, he was free to head out and continue his rounds.
Walking into the side room, he reached over to scrub his hands, moving aside when Ronon finally joined him.
“Hey, have you seen Elizabeth at all today?” he asked.
Ronon glanced at him while scrubbing his own hands “Nope. Why?”
“I know she’s been working today. I just haven’t had a chance to see her.” John said, picking up a towel and drying his hands. “I was going to see if she wanted to get a drink tonight after work”.
After the fiasco in the bar two months ago, he and Elizabeth had decided to stay friends… at least until she was ready to move beyond that. John, however, was finding it a little difficult. While he was happy, and more than willing to respect her wishes, he couldn’t help but remember how it felt to have her lips on his, and there was nothing more he’d like than to experience that feeling again. For now though, he was content to let her lead their developing relationship. Slowly getting to know what really made her tick; learning the little things about Elizabeth Weir that no one else knew; he relished it.
And he’d relish it even more if his friends would stop teasing him about it at every given opportunity.
“Anyway” he continued, ignoring Ronan’s stupid grin. “You coming?”
Ronon shook his head and took the towel. “ I can’t. I have a double shift tonight. I’m supposed to be assisting McKay in surgery later.”
“Ouch,” John grimaced, waiting for Ronon to throw the towel in the trash. “Rain check?”
“Sure,” Ronon nodded as he opened the door. “You’re gonna owe me a beer though”
“What for?” John asked, following him into the busy hallway.
“For me not killing him before he opens his mouth,” Ronon quipped over his shoulder as he walked away.
John grinned and shook his head as he headed towards reception.
Walking into the reception area, he saw Teyla handing over patient files to another nurse. He saw her notice him and watched as she turned back to the nurse, patting her on the arm and saying a few words before making her way over.
“Hello, John,” she greeted, standing in front of him. “ I hear you have had a busy day”
“You could say that,” he sighed, looked around the room.
His distraction didn’t go unnoticed. “I saw Elizabeth just a few minutes ago,” she informed him, smiling. “I believe that she went outside for a breath of fresh air. She, too, has had a busy evening.”
“How did you -”
“I saw Ronon on my way down here. He told me that you’ve been trying to find her,” she replied, knowingly.
“Right!” he said, rubbing his hands together. “I guess I’ll go…”
Before he had a chance to finish, the reception doors burst open to reveal a man and a woman, wearing nothing but trench coats, staggering into the room.
“Help!” the woman cried breathlessly, struggling to keep the man upright. “Someone, please help!” Her eyes were darting around the room.
It was then that John realised that the man was clutching his throat, gasping for breath. Shaking himself from his stupor, he ran over to the couple.
“What happened?” he questioned, taking hold of the man. Teyla rushed over and took the other side.
“He swallowed my toe ring. I think it’s stuck, he can’t breath!”
John turned to Teyla. “Let’s get him to a cubicle,” he gestured with his head to an empty room a few feet away.
Getting a better grip on the man, they carried him over to the room, the woman trailing behind helplessly. Carson appeared behind them, closing the curtain.
“I heard shouting. Can I help?” he asked.
“Sure,” said John, nodding. “Help Teyla keep him up. I’m gonna try the Heimlich.”
Taking John’s place, Carson shoved his arm underneath the man’s shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” asked the woman, frantically. “I’m going to get my ring back, right?”
Ignoring her, John moved behind the man, who’s face was now turning a familiar shade of blue. He reached his arms around his torso and clasped his hands together. Finding the hollow space just underneath his ribs and making sure his thumb knuckle was pointed up, he braced himself.
“Everyone ready?” he asked, looking at each of them. With them both nodding, he pulled his clasped hands up sharply into the man’s chest. The man crumpled forward in pain but nothing came out of his mouth.
Carson and Teyla pulled him upright once more and John tried again.
He pulled his hands underneath the man’s ribcage and watched as the ring shot out of his throat and slid across the room. There was a moment of silence as they just watched, the ring finally coming to a stop. The man continued to sputter and gasp for breath.
Helping him onto the bed, Teyla reached over to the oxygen mask and held it over his mouth and nose.
“It is all right,” she said, attempting to calm him.
The woman walked over and picked the ring up from the floor. “Thank god. I thought I wasn’t gonna see this again,” she grinned and began to wipe the ring clean.
After making sure that the man was okay, John turned to her. “How exactly did a toe ring end up in his throat, anyway?” he asked, incredulously.
“Well,” she started, “It isn’t my fault he has a kink for feet. I didn’t know he was gonna put my whole foot in there.”
“What!?” said John.
“Him,” she said, pointing to the man, as if it was obvious. “He was kissing my toe and it was going great. I kinda liked it,” she continued. “But then he went and took more in, sucking away and bam!” she said, slamming her hands together, before pointing to the man again. “He gets my toe ring stuck in his damn throat!”
At this point, all movement in the room had stopped. Only the slight coughing of the man on the bed could be heard.
“Did you just say that your foot was in his mouth?” John asked disbelievingly.
“Yes,” she confirmed.
“Your foot,” he said, looking mildly disgusted.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. “Yes.”
Raising his eyebrows, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Oookay!” He turned to Teyla. “Can you finish up here?”
Looking quite amused by the whole thing, she nodded. “Of course, Dr Sheppard.”
“Good.” He turned back to the woman. “I’m going to go now.”
“Hmm…not a foot fan, I take it?” she asked. Carson stifled a laugh behind him.
Scowling at him, his face a little pink, he turned back to the woman. “No, I just… have something to do.”
With that, he quickly headed out of the room. As he walked away, he thought he heard Carson ask, “Now then lass, tell me more about this fetish of yours…”
After working his way through the crowd of patients assembled at the entrance, John finally made it outside. Taking a breath, he looked around for any sign of Elizabeth. Spotting her in her usual spot, he walked over.
“Hey,” he smiled as he approached her.
Looking up, she took the cigarette from her mouth and blew the smoke to the side. “Hey,” she smiled back, warmly. “I haven’t seen you today. I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me.”
“I’ve been looking for you all day. Things just kept getting in the way though,” he said, watching her as she took another smoke.
She chuckled. “So I heard.”
“You did?” He looked confused.
“Well, I heard about the toe ring,” she explained.
“You know, it reminds me of a film I saw once,” he said absently. “This guy was sucking on her foot. Completely freaked me out.”
He stopped, frowning. “Wait a minute. That was only a couple of minutes ago. How did you hear about that?”
“One of the nurses overheard what happened. As soon as she saw the look on your face when you walked out, she came straight out here to tell me,” she grinned at him.
He scowled at her. “You’re laughing at me.”
She laughed. “What, you haven’t got a kink of your own?”
“Sure. I have kinks…” he trailed off.
“Oh really,” she grinned again. “And what would they be, Mr Sheppard?” She raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
He gave her a grin of his own. “Well, Miss Weir, I guess you’ll have to find out one day.” He was satisfied when he saw her blush. “And what’s your kink?”
Trying to regain her composure, she settled herself more comfortably against the wall. “Okay,” she said, having thought about it. “Strawberries and cream.”
He looked at her dubiously. “That’s it?”
“Were you expecting something involving leather?”
He willed his mind not to go there. “I don’t know really. Although that would be an interesting sight to see,” he grinned, rubbing his chin and feigning thought.
Her blush deepened.
“Anyway,” she said, changing the subject, “I’m sure you didn’t come out here just to tell me about someone else’s kink.” She took another smoke. “What’s up?”
Still reeling from making her blush, he tried to remember what he’d wanted to ask her. The bar. That was it.
“What time do you finish?” he asked.
“8 o’clock. Why?”
“You want to get a drink with me later?” he asked, hopefully.
Smiling, she grasped his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Of course. I’d love to.”
“Great!” he said. He watched her as she took another smoke. “You know. That really isn’t good for you.”
Looking at him, she raised her eyebrows. “You’ve never objected before.”
“I’m not objecting,” he corrected, his mood turning sombre. “I just… I care about you. That’s all.” He looked at their hands, still clasped together.
She smiled and gave his hand another squeeze. “I’m fine, John. You don’t need to worry.”
Looking back up at her, he smiled. “Okay.” He held her gaze a moment longer, still holding her hand, before he finally spoke again. “So I’ll see you later?”
“Sure. I’ll be waiting out here.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” He gave her hand a final squeeze before heading back into the building.
Elizabeth watched his retreating form as he made his way back into Atlantis General.
Looking down at the half finished cigarette in her hand, she thought about what John had said before. She finally lifted it to the wall and stubbed it out. Walking over to the bin, she reached into her bag and pulled out the cigarette packet. She stared at it for a few moments, letting John’s words sink in.
Hesitating only slightly, she tossed them into the bin and headed back inside.
Title: Stuck
Rated: PG
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Summary: "Did you just say that your foot was in his mouth?"
Authors note: HUGE thanks to mizz_magenta for the beta. And for poking me to get this fic done. This is my first fic so be kind! :P Any remaining mistakes are my own.
It was fast approaching 4pm when John Sheppard walked out of Operating Room 3. Shrugging off his gown and peeling off his gloves, he dumped them into the Hazard Waste Disposal bin. He’d been in surgery for most of his shift and just when he thought he was finished, paramedics had rushed into the ER with a man whose appendix had ruptured. Being the only doctor who was free at the time, he’d grabbed Ronon and headed back into the O.R.
Now though, he was free to head out and continue his rounds.
Walking into the side room, he reached over to scrub his hands, moving aside when Ronon finally joined him.
“Hey, have you seen Elizabeth at all today?” he asked.
Ronon glanced at him while scrubbing his own hands “Nope. Why?”
“I know she’s been working today. I just haven’t had a chance to see her.” John said, picking up a towel and drying his hands. “I was going to see if she wanted to get a drink tonight after work”.
After the fiasco in the bar two months ago, he and Elizabeth had decided to stay friends… at least until she was ready to move beyond that. John, however, was finding it a little difficult. While he was happy, and more than willing to respect her wishes, he couldn’t help but remember how it felt to have her lips on his, and there was nothing more he’d like than to experience that feeling again. For now though, he was content to let her lead their developing relationship. Slowly getting to know what really made her tick; learning the little things about Elizabeth Weir that no one else knew; he relished it.
And he’d relish it even more if his friends would stop teasing him about it at every given opportunity.
“Anyway” he continued, ignoring Ronan’s stupid grin. “You coming?”
Ronon shook his head and took the towel. “ I can’t. I have a double shift tonight. I’m supposed to be assisting McKay in surgery later.”
“Ouch,” John grimaced, waiting for Ronon to throw the towel in the trash. “Rain check?”
“Sure,” Ronon nodded as he opened the door. “You’re gonna owe me a beer though”
“What for?” John asked, following him into the busy hallway.
“For me not killing him before he opens his mouth,” Ronon quipped over his shoulder as he walked away.
John grinned and shook his head as he headed towards reception.
Walking into the reception area, he saw Teyla handing over patient files to another nurse. He saw her notice him and watched as she turned back to the nurse, patting her on the arm and saying a few words before making her way over.
“Hello, John,” she greeted, standing in front of him. “ I hear you have had a busy day”
“You could say that,” he sighed, looked around the room.
His distraction didn’t go unnoticed. “I saw Elizabeth just a few minutes ago,” she informed him, smiling. “I believe that she went outside for a breath of fresh air. She, too, has had a busy evening.”
“How did you -”
“I saw Ronon on my way down here. He told me that you’ve been trying to find her,” she replied, knowingly.
“Right!” he said, rubbing his hands together. “I guess I’ll go…”
Before he had a chance to finish, the reception doors burst open to reveal a man and a woman, wearing nothing but trench coats, staggering into the room.
“Help!” the woman cried breathlessly, struggling to keep the man upright. “Someone, please help!” Her eyes were darting around the room.
It was then that John realised that the man was clutching his throat, gasping for breath. Shaking himself from his stupor, he ran over to the couple.
“What happened?” he questioned, taking hold of the man. Teyla rushed over and took the other side.
“He swallowed my toe ring. I think it’s stuck, he can’t breath!”
John turned to Teyla. “Let’s get him to a cubicle,” he gestured with his head to an empty room a few feet away.
Getting a better grip on the man, they carried him over to the room, the woman trailing behind helplessly. Carson appeared behind them, closing the curtain.
“I heard shouting. Can I help?” he asked.
“Sure,” said John, nodding. “Help Teyla keep him up. I’m gonna try the Heimlich.”
Taking John’s place, Carson shoved his arm underneath the man’s shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” asked the woman, frantically. “I’m going to get my ring back, right?”
Ignoring her, John moved behind the man, who’s face was now turning a familiar shade of blue. He reached his arms around his torso and clasped his hands together. Finding the hollow space just underneath his ribs and making sure his thumb knuckle was pointed up, he braced himself.
“Everyone ready?” he asked, looking at each of them. With them both nodding, he pulled his clasped hands up sharply into the man’s chest. The man crumpled forward in pain but nothing came out of his mouth.
Carson and Teyla pulled him upright once more and John tried again.
He pulled his hands underneath the man’s ribcage and watched as the ring shot out of his throat and slid across the room. There was a moment of silence as they just watched, the ring finally coming to a stop. The man continued to sputter and gasp for breath.
Helping him onto the bed, Teyla reached over to the oxygen mask and held it over his mouth and nose.
“It is all right,” she said, attempting to calm him.
The woman walked over and picked the ring up from the floor. “Thank god. I thought I wasn’t gonna see this again,” she grinned and began to wipe the ring clean.
After making sure that the man was okay, John turned to her. “How exactly did a toe ring end up in his throat, anyway?” he asked, incredulously.
“Well,” she started, “It isn’t my fault he has a kink for feet. I didn’t know he was gonna put my whole foot in there.”
“What!?” said John.
“Him,” she said, pointing to the man, as if it was obvious. “He was kissing my toe and it was going great. I kinda liked it,” she continued. “But then he went and took more in, sucking away and bam!” she said, slamming her hands together, before pointing to the man again. “He gets my toe ring stuck in his damn throat!”
At this point, all movement in the room had stopped. Only the slight coughing of the man on the bed could be heard.
“Did you just say that your foot was in his mouth?” John asked disbelievingly.
“Yes,” she confirmed.
“Your foot,” he said, looking mildly disgusted.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. “Yes.”
Raising his eyebrows, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Oookay!” He turned to Teyla. “Can you finish up here?”
Looking quite amused by the whole thing, she nodded. “Of course, Dr Sheppard.”
“Good.” He turned back to the woman. “I’m going to go now.”
“Hmm…not a foot fan, I take it?” she asked. Carson stifled a laugh behind him.
Scowling at him, his face a little pink, he turned back to the woman. “No, I just… have something to do.”
With that, he quickly headed out of the room. As he walked away, he thought he heard Carson ask, “Now then lass, tell me more about this fetish of yours…”
After working his way through the crowd of patients assembled at the entrance, John finally made it outside. Taking a breath, he looked around for any sign of Elizabeth. Spotting her in her usual spot, he walked over.
“Hey,” he smiled as he approached her.
Looking up, she took the cigarette from her mouth and blew the smoke to the side. “Hey,” she smiled back, warmly. “I haven’t seen you today. I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me.”
“I’ve been looking for you all day. Things just kept getting in the way though,” he said, watching her as she took another smoke.
She chuckled. “So I heard.”
“You did?” He looked confused.
“Well, I heard about the toe ring,” she explained.
“You know, it reminds me of a film I saw once,” he said absently. “This guy was sucking on her foot. Completely freaked me out.”
He stopped, frowning. “Wait a minute. That was only a couple of minutes ago. How did you hear about that?”
“One of the nurses overheard what happened. As soon as she saw the look on your face when you walked out, she came straight out here to tell me,” she grinned at him.
He scowled at her. “You’re laughing at me.”
She laughed. “What, you haven’t got a kink of your own?”
“Sure. I have kinks…” he trailed off.
“Oh really,” she grinned again. “And what would they be, Mr Sheppard?” She raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
He gave her a grin of his own. “Well, Miss Weir, I guess you’ll have to find out one day.” He was satisfied when he saw her blush. “And what’s your kink?”
Trying to regain her composure, she settled herself more comfortably against the wall. “Okay,” she said, having thought about it. “Strawberries and cream.”
He looked at her dubiously. “That’s it?”
“Were you expecting something involving leather?”
He willed his mind not to go there. “I don’t know really. Although that would be an interesting sight to see,” he grinned, rubbing his chin and feigning thought.
Her blush deepened.
“Anyway,” she said, changing the subject, “I’m sure you didn’t come out here just to tell me about someone else’s kink.” She took another smoke. “What’s up?”
Still reeling from making her blush, he tried to remember what he’d wanted to ask her. The bar. That was it.
“What time do you finish?” he asked.
“8 o’clock. Why?”
“You want to get a drink with me later?” he asked, hopefully.
Smiling, she grasped his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Of course. I’d love to.”
“Great!” he said. He watched her as she took another smoke. “You know. That really isn’t good for you.”
Looking at him, she raised her eyebrows. “You’ve never objected before.”
“I’m not objecting,” he corrected, his mood turning sombre. “I just… I care about you. That’s all.” He looked at their hands, still clasped together.
She smiled and gave his hand another squeeze. “I’m fine, John. You don’t need to worry.”
Looking back up at her, he smiled. “Okay.” He held her gaze a moment longer, still holding her hand, before he finally spoke again. “So I’ll see you later?”
“Sure. I’ll be waiting out here.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” He gave her hand a final squeeze before heading back into the building.
Elizabeth watched his retreating form as he made his way back into Atlantis General.
Looking down at the half finished cigarette in her hand, she thought about what John had said before. She finally lifted it to the wall and stubbed it out. Walking over to the bin, she reached into her bag and pulled out the cigarette packet. She stared at it for a few moments, letting John’s words sink in.
Hesitating only slightly, she tossed them into the bin and headed back inside.