[RP-Eschatos] Daddy's Girl
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dontwantmebackTitle: Daddy's Girl
Fandom: RPverse (SGA/Veronica Mars)
Pairing: John Sheppard/Veronica Mars
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 653 words
When Atlantis returned to Earth, a problem arose.
The problem being that John and Veronica's daughter, born on another planet in another galaxy, apparently hated her parents' home planet. Still a very small baby, Mellie did nothing but cry from the moment they touched down. From birth, she'd been a relatively quiet child, of a sort that made her parents certain they'd gotten lucky in the draw and had Teyla commenting frequently that she wished her son had been so good.
Earth, though, brought out a whole new side of the girl that could very nearly make John rethink the whole parenting thing.
They took turns with her, between meetings and debriefings. They spent their days battling for their jobs, to be allowed to go back to the galaxy that had become their home, and their nights pacing their room trying to calm the squalling baby to sleep. It was the difference of the ocean, or something about the air, or maybe she just somehow knew they weren't home, or maybe she was just a crying baby. But whatever it was it meant that John and Veronica slept about an hour at a time, spent the other half of the night with Mellie in their arms because that was the only time she was even edging toward quiet.
One such night, John announced that one of them had to get some actual sleep, and left Veronica, with her token protests that didn't sound convincing when there were yawns between them and she looked so tired he was sure she would collapse if given half a chance. None of them had really had the chance to recover from the whole returning to Earth, saving the galaxy thing, but John and Veronica had it worse with the new baby on top of it. He took a page from Teyla's book and left the room, walked the city hoping it would work on Mellie the same way it had with Torren.
It didn't. She continued to cry the whole time, waking people and causing problems wherever they went. Eventually, John took pity on the rest of the city if not himself and retreated to somewhere he knew no one would be in the middle of the night. The Jumper bay.
They were under strict orders not to take the Jumpers up while on Earth, too much chance of them being spotted in unregulated airspace, too many potential problems it would cause. So he couldn't take Mellie up like he would have liked. Even with inertial dampers, it was as good as driving for convincing her to go to sleep, and had the added bonus of being John's favourite thing to do with her. When Veronica wasn't looking, anyway. Orders, though, meant all he could do was fall into the pilot's seat with a heavy, tired sigh, settling the baby on his lap and just starting the Jumper up. The mechanical hum was more like how Atlantis should sound, and between that, a bit of turning the chair side to side, and John muttering constantly, coaxing and pleading, Mellie did eventually calm. Probably just cried herself exhausted, but John took a win where he could get it.
She wasn't the only one soothed. One second he was sitting quietly, listening to the quiet hum of the Jumper, and the next there was a hand on his shoulder and his name was being called. He opened his eyes to Veronica standing there, bedraggled and smiling, eyes laughing at him while she tried to look stern instead.
"What are you doing?"
"She's not crying," John answered by way of explanation. "She likes the Jumper."
"She's exhausted; that's all. Just like the rest of us."
"Maybe. Or maybe she takes after her father and just likes the Jumper."
Veronica laughed then, quiet and tired, shook her head. "Whatever. Come back and come to bed. Maybe your miracle cure will hold."
Fandom: RPverse (SGA/Veronica Mars)
Pairing: John Sheppard/Veronica Mars
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Length: 653 words
When Atlantis returned to Earth, a problem arose.
The problem being that John and Veronica's daughter, born on another planet in another galaxy, apparently hated her parents' home planet. Still a very small baby, Mellie did nothing but cry from the moment they touched down. From birth, she'd been a relatively quiet child, of a sort that made her parents certain they'd gotten lucky in the draw and had Teyla commenting frequently that she wished her son had been so good.
Earth, though, brought out a whole new side of the girl that could very nearly make John rethink the whole parenting thing.
They took turns with her, between meetings and debriefings. They spent their days battling for their jobs, to be allowed to go back to the galaxy that had become their home, and their nights pacing their room trying to calm the squalling baby to sleep. It was the difference of the ocean, or something about the air, or maybe she just somehow knew they weren't home, or maybe she was just a crying baby. But whatever it was it meant that John and Veronica slept about an hour at a time, spent the other half of the night with Mellie in their arms because that was the only time she was even edging toward quiet.
One such night, John announced that one of them had to get some actual sleep, and left Veronica, with her token protests that didn't sound convincing when there were yawns between them and she looked so tired he was sure she would collapse if given half a chance. None of them had really had the chance to recover from the whole returning to Earth, saving the galaxy thing, but John and Veronica had it worse with the new baby on top of it. He took a page from Teyla's book and left the room, walked the city hoping it would work on Mellie the same way it had with Torren.
It didn't. She continued to cry the whole time, waking people and causing problems wherever they went. Eventually, John took pity on the rest of the city if not himself and retreated to somewhere he knew no one would be in the middle of the night. The Jumper bay.
They were under strict orders not to take the Jumpers up while on Earth, too much chance of them being spotted in unregulated airspace, too many potential problems it would cause. So he couldn't take Mellie up like he would have liked. Even with inertial dampers, it was as good as driving for convincing her to go to sleep, and had the added bonus of being John's favourite thing to do with her. When Veronica wasn't looking, anyway. Orders, though, meant all he could do was fall into the pilot's seat with a heavy, tired sigh, settling the baby on his lap and just starting the Jumper up. The mechanical hum was more like how Atlantis should sound, and between that, a bit of turning the chair side to side, and John muttering constantly, coaxing and pleading, Mellie did eventually calm. Probably just cried herself exhausted, but John took a win where he could get it.
She wasn't the only one soothed. One second he was sitting quietly, listening to the quiet hum of the Jumper, and the next there was a hand on his shoulder and his name was being called. He opened his eyes to Veronica standing there, bedraggled and smiling, eyes laughing at him while she tried to look stern instead.
"What are you doing?"
"She's not crying," John answered by way of explanation. "She likes the Jumper."
"She's exhausted; that's all. Just like the rest of us."
"Maybe. Or maybe she takes after her father and just likes the Jumper."
Veronica laughed then, quiet and tired, shook her head. "Whatever. Come back and come to bed. Maybe your miracle cure will hold."