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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.

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Well...unless he wants her to walk out and refuse to speak to him, eggshells are a go. Okay, no, she's not that bad (at the moment, any more), but it's probably not just his paranoia here.

"I see that," she replies, folding her coat over one of the chairs at the kitchen table and going to make tea. She's never been as big on coffee as John and Elizabeth and Jonathan -- she likes it, but coffee is for being tense and alert and awake, and Donna would like to be calm.

John fidgits with his mug a little. "C'mere and sit down."

"I'm making tea." She doesn't so much as turn her head.

He just looks at her back for a minute, and doesn't say anything.

Eventually, she brings her tea and sits down across from him, just out of reach. "So."

He just watches her, quiet for him. Elizabeth is apparently starting to rub off on him, with all the time they've had together lately.

"If I wanted to sit in silence, I would've gone to harass Jonathan," she says, irritably. Or Elizabeth.

"I didn't come here to argue, baby...."

"I'm not arguing," she says, evenly.

"I'd like to keep it that way."

"Yeah." She doesn't know what else to say.

"Look. I understand you're mad. At me or...whatever. But I miss you. So if I have to sit here in silence to keep us from getting into it, I'm going to. As long as I get to see you."

"I'm not mad at you." Not...entirely, at least.

"Okay. Can you not be sitting so far away, then?"

"...mm." She hesitates for a few moments.

"...Please?" he pleads, quietly.

She was in a perfectly decent mood today. She's not sure why just talking to her husband has ruined it -- that shouldn't be how it works.

"Fine," she says, moving closer.

He doesn't touch her, yet. "If you really don't want me around right now...."

Her silence stretches suspiciously long. "That's not it."

He doesn't seem to belive her, but he lets it go. "What, then?"

"It's just not fucking fair." She closes her hands around the teacup, not looking at him. "Everything was fine."

"I know, baby. I know it's not fair. But I am going to fix it, and you're all going to come home."

"I have nothing to do except sit around and argue with teenagers."

He shifts, turning to face her a bit better. "You're bored. Okay. So we'll find you something to do. The teenagers are here to help you, baby. You don't have to be here taking care of everyone all the time."

"'We', like you're going to be around enough to help."