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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 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."