[TM] 161 - The Morning After
((NOTE: Takes place post-EPIPHANY.))
John rolled on his slide, drowsily shifting to hike the covers up higher against the usual chill that permeated the air in the mornings. He was almost tempted to get out of bed and head over to the fire...*almost*...
It took him a full minute to realize that it wasn’t all that cold. And that he wasn’t in his bed.
No...he *was* in his bed. His real bed. Opening his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the familiar walls of Atlantis, the deep, muted earth and ocean hues filling his senses as readily as any cool morning breath of air in the fields of the Sanctuary.
His first morning back...to think he’d nearly given up on this place.
Flipping back the covers, John sat up and stilled on the edge of his bed, absently scratching his chest and rubbing his head with a long, luxurious yawn and a roll of his shoulders. He had the next couple of days off, per Weir’s orders...give him a chance to reacclimate to the routine.
A day after leaving the city. It still felt weird.
Rising from the bed, he let the recirculated air move pleasantly over his skin, the familiar smells and feel of the city soaking into him as he cleaned up and dressed, warming to his fatigues and enjoying the simple pleasure of shaving. He felt more like himself again...and yet...
He missed them...a little. Her most of all.
It was hard to reconcile six months of living into the few hours he’d been stuck in the time dilation field, to the new day that had dawned so many weeks after he’d come through that portal. But he’d have to, if he was going to keep going...if he was going to get back in the swing.
A thought occured to him, making him smile as he finally emerged from his quarters and walked through the corridors slowly, enjoying the sounds of Atlantis once again.
He didn’t stop until he reached the gym, where he knew Teyla would be, meditating before her morning workout routine.
And as he entered silently and toed off his boots, settling down beside her easily to sit cross legged and shut his eyes, he knew he was really home again the moment he felt her eyes on him. He let her stare for a couple of moments before finally opening his eyes and returning her incredulous look with his own indignant scowl.
“What?” was his simple reply before he faced front again, shutting his eyes to find his center, just like Teer had taught him. It was a nice balance between his old morning routine and the new one he’d developed over the last few months...and he knew he’d leave Teyla scratching her head for a while over this one.
Yeah...he really was back home. And it felt good to be there.
Muse: John Sheppard
Fandom: Stargate ATLANTIS
Words: 484
John rolled on his slide, drowsily shifting to hike the covers up higher against the usual chill that permeated the air in the mornings. He was almost tempted to get out of bed and head over to the fire...*almost*...
It took him a full minute to realize that it wasn’t all that cold. And that he wasn’t in his bed.
No...he *was* in his bed. His real bed. Opening his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at the familiar walls of Atlantis, the deep, muted earth and ocean hues filling his senses as readily as any cool morning breath of air in the fields of the Sanctuary.
His first morning back...to think he’d nearly given up on this place.
Flipping back the covers, John sat up and stilled on the edge of his bed, absently scratching his chest and rubbing his head with a long, luxurious yawn and a roll of his shoulders. He had the next couple of days off, per Weir’s orders...give him a chance to reacclimate to the routine.
A day after leaving the city. It still felt weird.
Rising from the bed, he let the recirculated air move pleasantly over his skin, the familiar smells and feel of the city soaking into him as he cleaned up and dressed, warming to his fatigues and enjoying the simple pleasure of shaving. He felt more like himself again...and yet...
He missed them...a little. Her most of all.
It was hard to reconcile six months of living into the few hours he’d been stuck in the time dilation field, to the new day that had dawned so many weeks after he’d come through that portal. But he’d have to, if he was going to keep going...if he was going to get back in the swing.
A thought occured to him, making him smile as he finally emerged from his quarters and walked through the corridors slowly, enjoying the sounds of Atlantis once again.
He didn’t stop until he reached the gym, where he knew Teyla would be, meditating before her morning workout routine.
And as he entered silently and toed off his boots, settling down beside her easily to sit cross legged and shut his eyes, he knew he was really home again the moment he felt her eyes on him. He let her stare for a couple of moments before finally opening his eyes and returning her incredulous look with his own indignant scowl.
“What?” was his simple reply before he faced front again, shutting his eyes to find his center, just like Teer had taught him. It was a nice balance between his old morning routine and the new one he’d developed over the last few months...and he knew he’d leave Teyla scratching her head for a while over this one.
Yeah...he really was back home. And it felt good to be there.
Muse: John Sheppard
Fandom: Stargate ATLANTIS
Words: 484