Until John and his now icy team reached the canteen and saw the fire. It was tiny, controlled and barely big enough to light the room. There were cups of coffee, hot chocolate and tea on offer but that was it. Most of the good spots were gone, the floor an array of sleeping bags and blankets , like an artificial landscape.
Decidedly down about the situation, Sheppard and co traipsed off their quarters for dry clothes. Zelenka grabbed his fourth cup of coffee and sat down to wait for Rodney, so that he could berate him some more. After about 20 minutes, he began to wonder what was taking so long and if Rodney was that embarrassed that he would prefer to freeze to death than take the abuse.
After 35 minutes, Zelenka wondered if they had perhaps got lost in the dark, and immediately dismissed that with a laugh.
By 45 minutes, he got a little worried. After an hour, he decided to go check on them, so he did.
Flash light at the ready, Zelenka headed towards Rodney’s quarters, knocked and found them empty. Ronon was next and empty too. Teyla was the next logical stop, but a vague notion bloomed in his head and he headed towards Sheppard’s quarters.
His knock was unanswered, and when he triggered the door release, the rush of warm air was invigorating. “Shut the door!”
Rodney’s voice was muffled and as Zelenka stepped in and shut the door behind him, he felt his face warm in the ambient heat. An odd Ancient device was sitting on Sheppard’s desk generating a lovely heat. Sheppard’s bed had been pushed to one side and the entire team were collapsed on the floor, wrapped in a combination of military issue blankets, furry rugs from Ronon’s quarters and soft wool quilts from Teyla’s.
And it looked damned cosy.
Teyla and Sheppard had somehow lucked out by getting the middle spots and only Sheppard’s dark hair was visible over the all the blankets. Rodney was glaring at Zelenka, lying closest to the door, daring him to comment. Ronon was snoring loudly, and seemed to have pulled a hat over his dreads.
“What?” Rodney, the only one awake snapped.
And Zelenka thought.
He thought about the potential material for mockery, long running gags and office memos. He thought about all the times Rodney had berated him, mocked him and derided him. And he thought about how cold his toes were, despite three layers of socks, and that the tip of his nose was frozen and that he was still damn, damn cold.
“Move over, Rodney.”
“What, no! Go away.”
“Move over now and I won’t tell anyone.”
Rodney glared, he glared like he had never glared before, before shuffling up and making room for Zelenka.
The small Czech stripped off the top layers and then climbed down into the layered blankets and instantly sighed, “Gah, so good, so warm!”
Rodney grumbled and shifted and nudged Teyla, who then moved more into Sheppard who absently threw an arm over her, realised it was freezing out of the blanket and pulled it back under the covers and then pulled her close. And Zelenka? Zelenka took great delight in shuffling closer to Rodney, much to the man’s dismay and saying, “Good night, Rodney.”
“G’night Rodney, nite Teyla,” murmured Sheppard.
“Good night, Sheppard. Good night, Ronon.”
“Shut up!” * Fin
AN: Am I supposed to answer more than one prompt? (shrugs) Shout if I'm not.
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It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-07 12:46 pm (UTC)From:Until John and his now icy team reached the canteen and saw the fire. It was tiny, controlled and barely big enough to light the room. There were cups of coffee, hot chocolate and tea on offer but that was it. Most of the good spots were gone, the floor an array of sleeping bags and blankets , like an artificial landscape.
Decidedly down about the situation, Sheppard and co traipsed off their quarters for dry clothes. Zelenka grabbed his fourth cup of coffee and sat down to wait for Rodney, so that he could berate him some more. After about 20 minutes, he began to wonder what was taking so long and if Rodney was that embarrassed that he would prefer to freeze to death than take the abuse.
After 35 minutes, Zelenka wondered if they had perhaps got lost in the dark, and immediately dismissed that with a laugh.
By 45 minutes, he got a little worried. After an hour, he decided to go check on them, so he did.
Flash light at the ready, Zelenka headed towards Rodney’s quarters, knocked and found them empty. Ronon was next and empty too. Teyla was the next logical stop, but a vague notion bloomed in his head and he headed towards Sheppard’s quarters.
His knock was unanswered, and when he triggered the door release, the rush of warm air was invigorating. “Shut the door!”
Rodney’s voice was muffled and as Zelenka stepped in and shut the door behind him, he felt his face warm in the ambient heat. An odd Ancient device was sitting on Sheppard’s desk generating a lovely heat. Sheppard’s bed had been pushed to one side and the entire team were collapsed on the floor, wrapped in a combination of military issue blankets, furry rugs from Ronon’s quarters and soft wool quilts from Teyla’s.
And it looked damned cosy.
Teyla and Sheppard had somehow lucked out by getting the middle spots and only Sheppard’s dark hair was visible over the all the blankets. Rodney was glaring at Zelenka, lying closest to the door, daring him to comment. Ronon was snoring loudly, and seemed to have pulled a hat over his dreads.
“What?” Rodney, the only one awake snapped.
And Zelenka thought.
He thought about the potential material for mockery, long running gags and office memos. He thought about all the times Rodney had berated him, mocked him and derided him. And he thought about how cold his toes were, despite three layers of socks, and that the tip of his nose was frozen and that he was still damn, damn cold.
“Move over, Rodney.”
“What, no! Go away.”
“Move over now and I won’t tell anyone.”
Rodney glared, he glared like he had never glared before, before shuffling up and making room for Zelenka.
The small Czech stripped off the top layers and then climbed down into the layered blankets and instantly sighed, “Gah, so good, so warm!”
Rodney grumbled and shifted and nudged Teyla, who then moved more into Sheppard who absently threw an arm over her, realised it was freezing out of the blanket and pulled it back under the covers and then pulled her close.
And Zelenka? Zelenka took great delight in shuffling closer to Rodney, much to the man’s dismay and saying, “Good night, Rodney.”
“G’night Rodney, nite Teyla,” murmured Sheppard.
“Good night, Sheppard. Good night, Ronon.”
“Shut up!”
*
Fin
AN: Am I supposed to answer more than one prompt? (shrugs) Shout if I'm not.