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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."