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Moment 4
Title: Moments in Time
Author:sg_lab
Characters/Pairings: Weir/Lorne, Sheppard/Mckay, Teyla, Beckett
Notes: This one is a little longer and a whole lot of angst.
Moment 4
Major Lorne was walking through the gate room. A plastic container about the size of a shoe box was clutched in both of his hands.
It wasn’t the first time the Major had been seen doing this in the last week. It was in fact the third day in a row.
He continued through the room and up the stairs. Coming to his destination, he knocked on the side of the opened doorway.
Elizabeth’s eyes drifted up from her computer and she shook her head while a little smile was playing across her face. “Major, is there something can I do for you?” She had said this every time he showed up in her office with that container.
“I heard you missed breakfast…again,” he shook his head crossing the room to stand across from. He placed the container on her desk and opened it. He then pulled out some napkins, two muffins and two cups of coffee in covered paper cups.
“I appreciate the thought Major, but it’s not necessary.”
“They’re your favorite,” he waved one of the muffins in front of her.
A single eyebrow went up. “How do you know these muffins are my favorite?”
He shrugged. “You mentioned it once.”
She gave him a speculative look before she frowned touching her earpiece. “Carson, what’s wrong? Is it Rodney?” The astrophysicist had yet to wake from his coma and it seemed less likely that he ever would every day.
“We’re about to perform emergency surgery,” Lorne heard the doctor now.
“What happened?” Elizabeth asked standing up and heading toward the door. Lorne stood as well and followed her out.
“We found pressure being put on the brain that needs to be relieved immediately. Colonel Sheppard and his team were there when Rodney seized. I need to get ready to assist. Dr. Barrenbaum is performing the procedure.”
“Understood,” Elizabeth said. “Good luck,” the last was spoken in an almost whisper.
They entered the infirmary a few minutes later where they found Teyla sitting straight in her chair, her back rigid. Her hands were together. The whiteness of her knuckles was the only thing betraying her worry.
John was pacing the length of the room. His body was frenetic movement.
And Ronon was nowhere to be found.
“Elizabeth,” Teyla offered her a sympathetic smile gesturing to the chair next to her left. “Ronon was having difficulty sitting still,” she said without needing to be asked. “He is in the gym.”
Elizabeth sat down next to the Athosian and reached out with a single hand squeezing the other woman’s hands.
“John,” Elizabeth spoke to the pacing man. “John,” she said again when he continued pacing seeming not to hear her. She looked to her right meeting Teyla’s understanding eyes.
“I’ve tried as well, but he won’t listen.”
Elizabeth opened her eyes to find she had fallen asleep resting her head on an exam table. She blinked several times to focus and looked up meeting the smiling face of Major Lorne.
Lifting her head, Elizabeth realized the Major was sitting off the side of the same exam table she had been sleeping on. “How long was I asleep?”
“About an hour,” Lorne answered.
Elizabeth looked around and found Teyla’s seat vacant and John was now sitting in a chair several feet away. His arms were crossed over his front and his head was down, but he wasn’t asleep. Before Elizabeth could say anything else, Teyla returned with a tray of coffee.
“Major, you’re not being kept from any duties are you?” Elizabeth asked a few minutes later.
“No,” he shook his head. “If anything important comes up I’ll be told,” he pointed to the radio tucked in his ear.
Elizabeth stood up and did her own pacing for a little while. The clatter of a chair and the angry shout of one Col. Sheppard startled her as she was returning to her own seat.
“What the hell is taking so long?”
“John,” Elizabeth came up next to the angry man placing a hand on his back.
John took a deep breath glancing sideways at her. “Yeah, I know.”
Squeezing his shoulder she left him alone and walked over sitting next to Lorne on the exam table.
“Our muffins are probably stale by now,” Elizabeth’s brow scrunched not understanding. “The muffins I brought to your office this morning,” Lorne clarified.
Nodding a smile was playing across her lips. “Maybe we should try for lunch,” Elizabeth glanced at her watch. “Make that dinner. Breakfast doesn’t seem to work with us.”
Lorne chuckled and was about to respond when they heard footsteps. Looking up they saw Carson Beckett enter looking very tired.
Everyone crowded around the doctor speaking at once.
“Hold on,” Carson held up a hand to halt the questions bombarding him. “He made it through the surgery,” collective sighs of relief washed through the room. “It looks good. Dr. Barrenbaum believes he was able to release the pressure.”
“Is he going to be okay now?” John asked.
“We’re hoping this well turn things around.”
“You’re hoping?”
“John,” Elizabeth’s voice was placating, but also held a warning.
Carson sighed. “Believe me, I’m just as frustrated.”
“Can we see him, Carson?” Elizabeth asked.
“Of course,” Carson smiled. “Just give us a few minutes to settle him.”
“I have some things I should be getting to,” Lorne said to Elizabeth.
“Maybe I’ll see you at dinner,” she smiled.
“I look forward to it,” he smiled back before leaving the room.
Teyla had left to tell Ronon the news letting John and Elizabeth have a few minutes together with Rodney.
They entered the private room seeing Rodney still unconscious. Tubes seemed to be everywhere and the incessant beeping of the heart monitor assured them their friend was still among the living.
John sat at Rodney’s right while Elizabeth sat at his left. They each rested a hand on Rodney’s arms.
“Hey, buddy,” John’s voice was soft. “We need you to wake up.” John licked his lower lip and looked around him.
Elizabeth watched John for a moment and sighed inwardly. She looked down at her unconscious friend and leaned in toward his ear.
John frowned. “What did you say to him?” He asked when Elizabeth straightened in her chair moving away from Rodney’s ear.
“That’s between Rodney and me,” she smirked.
Silence descended for a few minutes before John spoke again. “So, are you dating Lorne?”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
John opened his mouth to respond when they heard a faint grown. “Rodney?” They both said the man’s name.
Disclaimer in p1
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Author:sg_lab
Characters/Pairings: Weir/Lorne, Sheppard/Mckay, Teyla, Beckett
Notes: This one is a little longer and a whole lot of angst.
Moment 4
Major Lorne was walking through the gate room. A plastic container about the size of a shoe box was clutched in both of his hands.
It wasn’t the first time the Major had been seen doing this in the last week. It was in fact the third day in a row.
He continued through the room and up the stairs. Coming to his destination, he knocked on the side of the opened doorway.
Elizabeth’s eyes drifted up from her computer and she shook her head while a little smile was playing across her face. “Major, is there something can I do for you?” She had said this every time he showed up in her office with that container.
“I heard you missed breakfast…again,” he shook his head crossing the room to stand across from. He placed the container on her desk and opened it. He then pulled out some napkins, two muffins and two cups of coffee in covered paper cups.
“I appreciate the thought Major, but it’s not necessary.”
“They’re your favorite,” he waved one of the muffins in front of her.
A single eyebrow went up. “How do you know these muffins are my favorite?”
He shrugged. “You mentioned it once.”
She gave him a speculative look before she frowned touching her earpiece. “Carson, what’s wrong? Is it Rodney?” The astrophysicist had yet to wake from his coma and it seemed less likely that he ever would every day.
“We’re about to perform emergency surgery,” Lorne heard the doctor now.
“What happened?” Elizabeth asked standing up and heading toward the door. Lorne stood as well and followed her out.
“We found pressure being put on the brain that needs to be relieved immediately. Colonel Sheppard and his team were there when Rodney seized. I need to get ready to assist. Dr. Barrenbaum is performing the procedure.”
“Understood,” Elizabeth said. “Good luck,” the last was spoken in an almost whisper.
They entered the infirmary a few minutes later where they found Teyla sitting straight in her chair, her back rigid. Her hands were together. The whiteness of her knuckles was the only thing betraying her worry.
John was pacing the length of the room. His body was frenetic movement.
And Ronon was nowhere to be found.
“Elizabeth,” Teyla offered her a sympathetic smile gesturing to the chair next to her left. “Ronon was having difficulty sitting still,” she said without needing to be asked. “He is in the gym.”
Elizabeth sat down next to the Athosian and reached out with a single hand squeezing the other woman’s hands.
“John,” Elizabeth spoke to the pacing man. “John,” she said again when he continued pacing seeming not to hear her. She looked to her right meeting Teyla’s understanding eyes.
“I’ve tried as well, but he won’t listen.”
Elizabeth opened her eyes to find she had fallen asleep resting her head on an exam table. She blinked several times to focus and looked up meeting the smiling face of Major Lorne.
Lifting her head, Elizabeth realized the Major was sitting off the side of the same exam table she had been sleeping on. “How long was I asleep?”
“About an hour,” Lorne answered.
Elizabeth looked around and found Teyla’s seat vacant and John was now sitting in a chair several feet away. His arms were crossed over his front and his head was down, but he wasn’t asleep. Before Elizabeth could say anything else, Teyla returned with a tray of coffee.
“Major, you’re not being kept from any duties are you?” Elizabeth asked a few minutes later.
“No,” he shook his head. “If anything important comes up I’ll be told,” he pointed to the radio tucked in his ear.
Elizabeth stood up and did her own pacing for a little while. The clatter of a chair and the angry shout of one Col. Sheppard startled her as she was returning to her own seat.
“What the hell is taking so long?”
“John,” Elizabeth came up next to the angry man placing a hand on his back.
John took a deep breath glancing sideways at her. “Yeah, I know.”
Squeezing his shoulder she left him alone and walked over sitting next to Lorne on the exam table.
“Our muffins are probably stale by now,” Elizabeth’s brow scrunched not understanding. “The muffins I brought to your office this morning,” Lorne clarified.
Nodding a smile was playing across her lips. “Maybe we should try for lunch,” Elizabeth glanced at her watch. “Make that dinner. Breakfast doesn’t seem to work with us.”
Lorne chuckled and was about to respond when they heard footsteps. Looking up they saw Carson Beckett enter looking very tired.
Everyone crowded around the doctor speaking at once.
“Hold on,” Carson held up a hand to halt the questions bombarding him. “He made it through the surgery,” collective sighs of relief washed through the room. “It looks good. Dr. Barrenbaum believes he was able to release the pressure.”
“Is he going to be okay now?” John asked.
“We’re hoping this well turn things around.”
“You’re hoping?”
“John,” Elizabeth’s voice was placating, but also held a warning.
Carson sighed. “Believe me, I’m just as frustrated.”
“Can we see him, Carson?” Elizabeth asked.
“Of course,” Carson smiled. “Just give us a few minutes to settle him.”
“I have some things I should be getting to,” Lorne said to Elizabeth.
“Maybe I’ll see you at dinner,” she smiled.
“I look forward to it,” he smiled back before leaving the room.
Teyla had left to tell Ronon the news letting John and Elizabeth have a few minutes together with Rodney.
They entered the private room seeing Rodney still unconscious. Tubes seemed to be everywhere and the incessant beeping of the heart monitor assured them their friend was still among the living.
John sat at Rodney’s right while Elizabeth sat at his left. They each rested a hand on Rodney’s arms.
“Hey, buddy,” John’s voice was soft. “We need you to wake up.” John licked his lower lip and looked around him.
Elizabeth watched John for a moment and sighed inwardly. She looked down at her unconscious friend and leaned in toward his ear.
John frowned. “What did you say to him?” He asked when Elizabeth straightened in her chair moving away from Rodney’s ear.
“That’s between Rodney and me,” she smirked.
Silence descended for a few minutes before John spoke again. “So, are you dating Lorne?”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
John opened his mouth to respond when they heard a faint grown. “Rodney?” They both said the man’s name.
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