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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.


Donna comes in the back door, from the garage. She dumps her keys on the kitchen bench and shrugs her coat off, her high heels loud on the hard floor.

For all that she said on her journal she needs to talk to John, she was hoping to do it on her terms, not his. She's inexplicably off-balance and she's going to pretend it has nothing to do with coming off her medication, when she shouldn't be. '

"Hey," she says, subdued.

"Hey yourself." He offers her a smile, considerably more subdued than usual himself. He's obviously tired and worn down. And he feels like he needs to walk on eggshells around her, since he told her and Jonathan about not being able to go home.

"Made coffee." He gestures a bit. Where he would normally be on his feet and going to her, he still hasn't moved.

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.