Log in

No account? Create an account
40 Upper Brook Street, London
::: .:::::.:.:. ::.:.

July 2007
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
8 9 10 11 12 13 14
15 16 17 18 19 20 21
22 23 24 25 26 27 28
29 30 31

John Sheppard [userpic]

It is late when John pinpoints quietly into the London house, sneaking his way right to watch his babies sleep. He doesn't bother seeing anyone else in the house, if they're even awake, he doesn't know. He just stands between the babies cribs, watching them both  quietly. Gilly burbles in her sleep, whining quietly until he moves to adjust what is obviously one of his shirts in with her closer and she settles.

He takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes with a sigh.


He laughs. "You want me to call him right this second and tell him you demand to know if he's getting married?"

Donna considers this for a while.


John promptly fishes his pinpoint out of his pocket to do this thing. "What time is it in the states? Any idea?" He doesn't give her a chance to answer as he dials. "Oh well."

He grins down at her when Cameron answers his pinpoint. "Mitchell. It's Sheppard. My wife demands to know if you're getting married. Elizabeth told me. ...I don't know. Answer the question. She expects to be invited." He laughs suddenly. "Tell people, moron." And he hangs up.

Donna giggles. "So is he?"

"Yes. And you're only allowed to go if you promise not to outshine the bride. We're also the first people he's actually told."

"I wonder how people have been finding out, then."

He shrugs. "No idea. Do we really care?"

"No...just idle curiosity."

"Don't be curious about my friends, baby," he smirks.

"I will be curious about what I want and you will like it."

"Only if it benifits me."

"Bitch please."

"This is one of the moments I wish we'd had some sort of traditional vows so I could ask you what happened to the obeying me part."