1st Sparky Santa fic: "It all started with you"
Title: It all started with you (could you be my end, too?)
Receiver: anuna_81
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for anuna_81. There's snow, and a Staind song, which I hope counts as rock. Merry Christmas, hun!! The song is "Tangled Up In You" by Staind.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
You're my world
The shelter from the rain
You're the pills
That take away my pain
You're the light
That helps me find my way
You're the words
When I have nothing to say
He managed to get her snow for their first Christmas in the Pegasus Galaxy. He couldn’t bring it to Atlantis, of course, but in their travels they had come upon a snowy planet, and he kept the gate address locked in the back of his mind.
“Where are we going?” she asked, eyebrow lifted in suspicion as John flew the jumper through the Gate.
“I told you, ‘Lizabeth. It’s a Christmas surprise.”
“You do realize that most surprises in this galaxy end up with someone in the infirmary, right?”
He almost pouted. “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
Her voice and expression softened. “I know.”
Neither of them ended up in the infirmary. Elizabeth’s eyes lit up at the sight of all that snow, and John’s chest tightened as he watched her. The falling flakes caught in her hair and landed on her eyelashes. She smiled at him and his face grew warm despite the weather.
“Merry Christmas, ‘Lizabeth,” he said quietly as they walked through the snow.
She slipped her hand into his.
You're the fire
That warms me when i'm cold
You're the hand
I have to hold as I grow old
You're the shore
When I am lost at sea
You're the only thing
That I like about me
He had had a plan.
Of course, that plan meant nothing in the face of the Pegasus Galaxy. Instead of seeing Elizabeth’s face light up at the fake tree he had managed to procure from Earth, or somehow maneuvering her under the mistletoe, he was trapped in a cave with her. Not that he was complaining, exactly. Time with Elizabeth - even when forced - was time well-spent. But it was cold and they were alone, and they didn’t know when rescue was going to come.
“Not the best Christmas I’ve had,” he muttered, sitting back from the fire he had just built up.
Elizabeth leaned back against the wall of the cave, pulling her knees up to her chest. “Did you have plans this year?”
“I’ll have you know that I had big plans.”
She gave him a sly look. “What was her name?”
John pressed a hand to his chest. “‘Lizabeth. You wound me.”
“I’m pretty sure your skin is made of thicker stuff.”
He opened his mouth to give a quick retort, but he saw the shiver run through her entire body. The wall was leeching the warmth right out of her body, undoing all the good that the fire was doing.
“You’re shaking.”
“It’s cold.”
There really wasn’t anything he could say to that. Getting to his feet, John offered her his hands. She gave him a quizzical look even as she let him help her up, and the expression turned warm when he sat down behind her, his legs open. Without saying a word, he tugged on her gently until she was sitting against him, his arms wrapped around her waist. It was incredibly awkward and his stomach erupted in butterflies, but he didn’t plan on letting her go until their backup arrived.
“Merry Christmas, ‘Lizabeth,” he said quietly, his breath ghosting through her air and across her neck.
She placed her hands over his.
How long has it been
Since this storyline began
And I hope it never ends
And goes like this forever
This time he was going in without a plan.
He leaned against the doorway, surprised that she had left it open. But there was Christmas music floating out of the room, and Elizabeth was bopping around, stringing up lights. He couldn’t fight the grin that broke out across his face as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Something occurred to me today.”
She didn’t seem surprised by his presence. Smiling at him over her shoulder, she raised an eyebrow. “And what was that?”
“We’ve spent four Christmases together, and you’ve never tried to trap me under the mistletoe.”
Elizabeth turned to face him completely at that point, mimicking his pose. “Trap you? I don’t think I’d need to trap you, Colonel.”
She moved towards him, her strides long and purposeful. John’s chest tightened and his throat went dry. He thought about moving away, but the truth was that he wanted to find out what would happen when she reached him. They had been doing this song and dance for years. He wasn’t tired of it, but he was kind of curious about the next verse.
Elizabeth stopped when they were toe-to-toe, that same smile on her face. “Nothing stopping you from running, John.”
He frowned slightly and then followed her gaze as it moved up. He hadn’t noticed the mistletoe hanging in the doorway, and he found himself wondering where she had gotten it. Instead, he gave a small shrug and unfolded his arms.
“I like the view from here,” he said quietly.
Her lips were warm as they pressed against his.
In this world
Where nothing else is true
Here I am
Still tangled up in you
Tangled up in you
I'm still tangled up in you
Still tangled up in you
Receiver: anuna_81
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for anuna_81. There's snow, and a Staind song, which I hope counts as rock. Merry Christmas, hun!! The song is "Tangled Up In You" by Staind.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
You're my world
The shelter from the rain
You're the pills
That take away my pain
You're the light
That helps me find my way
You're the words
When I have nothing to say
He managed to get her snow for their first Christmas in the Pegasus Galaxy. He couldn’t bring it to Atlantis, of course, but in their travels they had come upon a snowy planet, and he kept the gate address locked in the back of his mind.
“Where are we going?” she asked, eyebrow lifted in suspicion as John flew the jumper through the Gate.
“I told you, ‘Lizabeth. It’s a Christmas surprise.”
“You do realize that most surprises in this galaxy end up with someone in the infirmary, right?”
He almost pouted. “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
Her voice and expression softened. “I know.”
Neither of them ended up in the infirmary. Elizabeth’s eyes lit up at the sight of all that snow, and John’s chest tightened as he watched her. The falling flakes caught in her hair and landed on her eyelashes. She smiled at him and his face grew warm despite the weather.
“Merry Christmas, ‘Lizabeth,” he said quietly as they walked through the snow.
She slipped her hand into his.
You're the fire
That warms me when i'm cold
You're the hand
I have to hold as I grow old
You're the shore
When I am lost at sea
You're the only thing
That I like about me
He had had a plan.
Of course, that plan meant nothing in the face of the Pegasus Galaxy. Instead of seeing Elizabeth’s face light up at the fake tree he had managed to procure from Earth, or somehow maneuvering her under the mistletoe, he was trapped in a cave with her. Not that he was complaining, exactly. Time with Elizabeth - even when forced - was time well-spent. But it was cold and they were alone, and they didn’t know when rescue was going to come.
“Not the best Christmas I’ve had,” he muttered, sitting back from the fire he had just built up.
Elizabeth leaned back against the wall of the cave, pulling her knees up to her chest. “Did you have plans this year?”
“I’ll have you know that I had big plans.”
She gave him a sly look. “What was her name?”
John pressed a hand to his chest. “‘Lizabeth. You wound me.”
“I’m pretty sure your skin is made of thicker stuff.”
He opened his mouth to give a quick retort, but he saw the shiver run through her entire body. The wall was leeching the warmth right out of her body, undoing all the good that the fire was doing.
“You’re shaking.”
“It’s cold.”
There really wasn’t anything he could say to that. Getting to his feet, John offered her his hands. She gave him a quizzical look even as she let him help her up, and the expression turned warm when he sat down behind her, his legs open. Without saying a word, he tugged on her gently until she was sitting against him, his arms wrapped around her waist. It was incredibly awkward and his stomach erupted in butterflies, but he didn’t plan on letting her go until their backup arrived.
“Merry Christmas, ‘Lizabeth,” he said quietly, his breath ghosting through her air and across her neck.
She placed her hands over his.
How long has it been
Since this storyline began
And I hope it never ends
And goes like this forever
This time he was going in without a plan.
He leaned against the doorway, surprised that she had left it open. But there was Christmas music floating out of the room, and Elizabeth was bopping around, stringing up lights. He couldn’t fight the grin that broke out across his face as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Something occurred to me today.”
She didn’t seem surprised by his presence. Smiling at him over her shoulder, she raised an eyebrow. “And what was that?”
“We’ve spent four Christmases together, and you’ve never tried to trap me under the mistletoe.”
Elizabeth turned to face him completely at that point, mimicking his pose. “Trap you? I don’t think I’d need to trap you, Colonel.”
She moved towards him, her strides long and purposeful. John’s chest tightened and his throat went dry. He thought about moving away, but the truth was that he wanted to find out what would happen when she reached him. They had been doing this song and dance for years. He wasn’t tired of it, but he was kind of curious about the next verse.
Elizabeth stopped when they were toe-to-toe, that same smile on her face. “Nothing stopping you from running, John.”
He frowned slightly and then followed her gaze as it moved up. He hadn’t noticed the mistletoe hanging in the doorway, and he found himself wondering where she had gotten it. Instead, he gave a small shrug and unfolded his arms.
“I like the view from here,” he said quietly.
Her lips were warm as they pressed against his.
In this world
Where nothing else is true
Here I am
Still tangled up in you
Tangled up in you
I'm still tangled up in you
Still tangled up in you