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July 2007
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John Sheppard [userpic]

John is sitting in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee. He's spent a while watching the twins sleep. He knows Gilly would be ecstatic if he woke her up for snuggling, but he can't quite bring himself to do it. So instead he made coffee and has hidden out.

He feels weird, here. There's no echo of ocean, and everything is just...wrong.


He actually hesitates, then sighs and stares down into his coffee. "Right."

"...that was uncalled for."

"No. It's fine. You're right."

She makes a non-committal noise in response.

He sighs. "You're right, Donna. I'm not going to be here. That kills me. Kills me. I went so far as to seriously consider getting a transfer, just so I could be here."

"Elizabeth would never have forgiven you," she notes.

He laughs, but there's no humor to it. "I know. She was mad at me for days. I don't think she even trusts me now."

"Mmm." Donna swirls her tea in the cup.

He moves closer to her. "Donna, will you at least look at me? Or even.... Fuck. Just say you don't hate me because of all this."

"If I hated you, then I wouldn't have come home."

He nods, quietly. "Okay."

He's still for a moment, then stands up, abandoning his coffee.

It's full.

"Maybe I should just go."

As soon as he says that--well. Donna is on her feet and practically climbing him. "I don't think so."

He wobbles a bit before catching his balance. "What the hell."

She leans against him. "I haven't seen you for weeks."

"I know that." His arms go around her. "Care to spend the night with me, my wife?"

"Mmmhmmm." It only takes the idea that he might leave again to get past uncertainty.

He tilts his head a bit to rest his forehead against hers, smiling. "Come on to bed, baby. We can talk there." He feels like they talk better all snuggled up in bed.

"Yeah." She leans against him for a moment. "Upstairs."

"Gonna have to show me the way. Haven't seen anything but the twins' room up there."

"C'mon." She tugs on him. "Jonathan and I have a bedroom and we put some of you and Elizabeth's stuff in another one."

"Smart. But still. Ow, baby." He follows along, keeping his arms firmly around her waist.

"Did Elizabeth tell you our official line about the triplets?"

"No. What are you telling people?"