John
TITLE: John
AUTHOR: garneteve
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Just the way "John" is spoken.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, how I wish they were!
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Creators site: 50 John Sheppard Icons by _wwsd_
Challenge site: stargate_abcs
My community: malesofatlantis
CREDIT: All credit goes to _wwsd_ for her wonderful icons!!! Without which, these fics would not be possible.
“John.”
It wasn’t necessarily the word Elizabeth said, it was the way she said it.
It was, ‘don’t mess with me because I’m the Head of the Atlantis Expedition, and if you do decide to go against me, I’ll have you peeling the not-quite-onions-but-they-sting-worse-than-onions in the Galley before the day is out’.
He learnt not to go against her like that again. Especially when she raised her eyebrow like that…
***
“John.”
This was Teyla’s way of warning him that something was about to get nasty with the native people of another world. P4X-something something something.
She had this ‘knack’, this instinct, when things were getting foul, to keep him appraised of the situation with just one word.
He always listened to her, knew never to doubt her abilities as a fellow warrior.
***
“John.”
Ronon never used his name.
So why was he now?
Ronon was new to the team. John had not learnt how to read him yet, and therefore, walked straight into another of those Iratus Bug webs.
Thank god that Ronon had his gun set to kill.
He hated those damned bugs!
***
“John.”
Sitting in the infirmary with Carson hovering over him as he regained consciousness, was all too familiar.
The Scottish accent, lilting the Doctors’ voice in disappointment and concern over Johns’ injuries.
That one word from the Doctor was all John needed to hear, when Carson really meant, ‘You’re not invincible, Major. I won’t always be able to put you back together whenever you take a tumble off world. Please, please be more careful my friend.’
***
“John!”
Radek Zelenka was always excited over some new find in his research when he called John to participate.
Only thing was, Radeks version of John participating was to get him to turn on whatever Ancient artifact he had found at the time, and keep thinking things at it until his brain hurt.
But John always had a smile for the little Czech man, especially when he was this excited.
***
“John!”
He loved this. He loved looking down on Rodney, taking him, fucking him deep and hard.
Rodney was always as vocal in the bed as he was in the lab, and that excited John.
The way Rodney would call out his name in the throes of passion, and after they had both come, high in their orgasmic bliss, held by each other, the way he whispered into Johns’ unusual ear, he would always cherish.
“John…”