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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Thirty-Eight - John/Elizabeth
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/White Collar
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Burke (née Mitchell)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 515 words
Unlike just about every other soldier stationed overseas, John actually hated being stateside. It wasn't that he hated the States or anything, he didn't, and it was always better than whatever sand infested hole he was stationed at. But he never had anything waiting for him when he got there. Almost all his friends were in the service, and he was far from close to what family he had left. Even his wife was now his ex-wife. Being home had very little appeal anymore. But when the Air Force told him his tour was over, that he was to take a few weeks before the next one started, John couldn't argue with them. He had to go home where he could do nothing but spend his days drifting aimlessly.
It was completely by chance that he ran into Elizabeth Mitchell. They'd known one another a little in college, John a couple years ahead of her and he remembered Elizabeth as being sweet and a little naive. Pretty but in a young sort of way, never really his type. But boy had she ever changed. She wasn't as rail thin as she had been, was a lot more sophisticated and confident, and John liked her new look better. She'd gone from pretty to beautiful and he felt like he'd just aged, gotten a little harder and darker.
They went out a few times over John's downtime. Talked about what they were doing. He killed people and she worked at an art gallery. They talked about the things John missed out on while he was away and the things they liked now. About how John was just waiting to go back and how Elizabeth thought that was just so sad. His last night before he deployed again, he invited her back to his place. Even though he knew it probably wasn't a good idea, that his flight could be rescheduled earlier without more than an hour's notice. That being called out early was as likely as being delayed. The promise of getting laid wasn't the best incentive for good decision making though, so John found himself in his bedroom with no clothes, watching Elizabeth take her own off. And his phone rang.
Answering it seemed like a bad idea, but going back was what John had been waiting for, for weeks, and Elizabeth understood that. The conversation was more like receiving orders and when John hung up he just turned to his closet and his uniform with a sigh.
"You're flight's been rescheduled?" Elizabeth guessed, already redressing.
"Yeah. I've got to get to the airport." It was years of practice that had him all but completely dressed within minutes, throwing his bag together in just about as long.
"Maybe next time you're in town you can look me up, then."
John promised he would, apologised for having to run off on her like he was, and walked her out of the building, hailed her a cab.
Elizabeth kissed him on the cheek. "Be careful, okay?"
"Sure," John promised. Even though he knew it was probably a lie.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/White Collar
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Burke (née Mitchell)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 515 words
Unlike just about every other soldier stationed overseas, John actually hated being stateside. It wasn't that he hated the States or anything, he didn't, and it was always better than whatever sand infested hole he was stationed at. But he never had anything waiting for him when he got there. Almost all his friends were in the service, and he was far from close to what family he had left. Even his wife was now his ex-wife. Being home had very little appeal anymore. But when the Air Force told him his tour was over, that he was to take a few weeks before the next one started, John couldn't argue with them. He had to go home where he could do nothing but spend his days drifting aimlessly.
It was completely by chance that he ran into Elizabeth Mitchell. They'd known one another a little in college, John a couple years ahead of her and he remembered Elizabeth as being sweet and a little naive. Pretty but in a young sort of way, never really his type. But boy had she ever changed. She wasn't as rail thin as she had been, was a lot more sophisticated and confident, and John liked her new look better. She'd gone from pretty to beautiful and he felt like he'd just aged, gotten a little harder and darker.
They went out a few times over John's downtime. Talked about what they were doing. He killed people and she worked at an art gallery. They talked about the things John missed out on while he was away and the things they liked now. About how John was just waiting to go back and how Elizabeth thought that was just so sad. His last night before he deployed again, he invited her back to his place. Even though he knew it probably wasn't a good idea, that his flight could be rescheduled earlier without more than an hour's notice. That being called out early was as likely as being delayed. The promise of getting laid wasn't the best incentive for good decision making though, so John found himself in his bedroom with no clothes, watching Elizabeth take her own off. And his phone rang.
Answering it seemed like a bad idea, but going back was what John had been waiting for, for weeks, and Elizabeth understood that. The conversation was more like receiving orders and when John hung up he just turned to his closet and his uniform with a sigh.
"You're flight's been rescheduled?" Elizabeth guessed, already redressing.
"Yeah. I've got to get to the airport." It was years of practice that had him all but completely dressed within minutes, throwing his bag together in just about as long.
"Maybe next time you're in town you can look me up, then."
John promised he would, apologised for having to run off on her like he was, and walked her out of the building, hailed her a cab.
Elizabeth kissed him on the cheek. "Be careful, okay?"
"Sure," John promised. Even though he knew it was probably a lie.