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um ok, no idea where this came from
so there i was happily reading my flist when i came upon this entry by kel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellifer_fic) about hugs. and suddenly this popped into my head.
Title: Comfort
Genre: gen
Characters/Pairings:john sheppard, teyla emmagen
Word Count: 349
Warning: contains spoilers for 'Doppelganger'
Disclaimer: i have nothing, nothing i tell you.
John has never been good at this, this comfort thing.
It was one of the (many) things that his ex-wife hated about him. In his head he always felt like he didn’t say the right thing and he never had any idea what he could possibly do. Personally he thought it was a good thing that all his closest friends are guys. Guys didn’t need much by way of comfort; it was never much more a pat on the back (Rodney) or a knock-down drag-out fight in the gym (Ronan).
But Teyla…. Teyla was unlike any other friend he had ever had. She was thoughtful, always considerate, and supportive of those who needed it. This was most often Elizabeth in her times of crisis but sometimes, more often lately, him too when he felt lost under the strain of command and leadership.
Teyla was delicacy overlaid on steel. Yes, steel because above all else Teyla was strong, after years of fearing and then fighting the wraith, of protecting her people. In the last four years he had neve seen her crack, never seen her falter. He had seen her placid, he had seen her angry, he had seen her disappointed and best of all he had seen her laughing. But he had never, ever, seen her cry. It was that which broke him. Someone, a friend, was dead... again... so soon. And again it was all his fault. He was in his room because he didn’t want to see anyone else till he had worked that through and, he figured, they didn't want to see him either.
But then the chime rang out and the door opened and there was Teyla with tears running down her face. And when she moved into his arms, he did what felt right. He let her cling to him, let her pour out her sorrow against his body, and, after a moment of hesitation, he held her as close as he could.
He would be her steel this time, her support when she had no other, and he hoped that that, or just him, would give her some small measure of comfort.
the end
ETA: i'm a real john/rodney girl so i see this (and the bit in the episode) as just john and teyla being good friends to each other. but does it come across like that? *iz curious*
p.s. Birthday wishes tobluespirit_star. you are awesome, hon, very talented and i hope you have a great day. *hugs*
kellifer_fic) about hugs. and suddenly this popped into my head. Title: Comfort
Genre: gen
Characters/Pairings:john sheppard, teyla emmagen
Word Count: 349
Warning: contains spoilers for 'Doppelganger'
Disclaimer: i have nothing, nothing i tell you.
John has never been good at this, this comfort thing.
It was one of the (many) things that his ex-wife hated about him. In his head he always felt like he didn’t say the right thing and he never had any idea what he could possibly do. Personally he thought it was a good thing that all his closest friends are guys. Guys didn’t need much by way of comfort; it was never much more a pat on the back (Rodney) or a knock-down drag-out fight in the gym (Ronan).
But Teyla…. Teyla was unlike any other friend he had ever had. She was thoughtful, always considerate, and supportive of those who needed it. This was most often Elizabeth in her times of crisis but sometimes, more often lately, him too when he felt lost under the strain of command and leadership.
Teyla was delicacy overlaid on steel. Yes, steel because above all else Teyla was strong, after years of fearing and then fighting the wraith, of protecting her people. In the last four years he had neve seen her crack, never seen her falter. He had seen her placid, he had seen her angry, he had seen her disappointed and best of all he had seen her laughing. But he had never, ever, seen her cry. It was that which broke him. Someone, a friend, was dead... again... so soon. And again it was all his fault. He was in his room because he didn’t want to see anyone else till he had worked that through and, he figured, they didn't want to see him either.
But then the chime rang out and the door opened and there was Teyla with tears running down her face. And when she moved into his arms, he did what felt right. He let her cling to him, let her pour out her sorrow against his body, and, after a moment of hesitation, he held her as close as he could.
He would be her steel this time, her support when she had no other, and he hoped that that, or just him, would give her some small measure of comfort.
the end
ETA: i'm a real john/rodney girl so i see this (and the bit in the episode) as just john and teyla being good friends to each other. but does it come across like that? *iz curious*
p.s. Birthday wishes to
bluespirit_star. you are awesome, hon, very talented and i hope you have a great day. *hugs*
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What a sweet fic. I totally saw that scene (& your fic) as J & T being good friends who really care for each other.
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i was just wondering because so many people are frustrated by that aspect of the show and when i posted this in kelly's entry someone said. anyways yay for birthdays and oh did you hear- we got season 5! (http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117974591.html?categoryid=14&cs=1)
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Yay for s5! Isn't that just fabulous news?! SciFi have given me such a great birthday present. *g*