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Apr. 22nd, 2009 01:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cassievalentineSo, to top off my week, I seem to have a sore throat. Well, not really sore but things are MOST DEFINITELY swollen and uncomfortable in that general region. Did I bitch publicly about the MMR shot I got on Friday?
Because I got one. A BIG ONE! RIGHT IN MY ARM!
And, to make myself feel better, I jumped into a John/Elizabeth comment fic prompt thing. Long story short? OMG they likes me! Some of the BNFs like me! YAY!!!
Title State of Grace
Fandom Stargate: Atlantis
Paring Established John/Elizabeth, though no real mention
Rating G
Summary "Oh daddy, you look pretty!" she assured him with a radiant smile. "Now you need wings!" she said happily as she bounded off to her room to retrieve said wings.
"Wings?" he called out after her.
***
John Sheppard sat patiently on the floor as his 3 year old daughter sneezed and sniffled her way through an elaborate story about a princess and her fairy god mother.
"Oh, here," she said, holding out a plastic crown. "Fairy god mothers always wear them." He hesitated before grabbing it. "Daddy?" she asked hopefully.
"Sorry," he said, grabbing the crown and pulling a tissue out of his pocket, catching the little girls nose before she escaped. What ever Carson had given her had reduced her symptoms to the point where she hardly seemed sick at all. As he dropped his gaze to the crown in his hand, he started to wish a princess loving daughter on the Doctor.
"Momma always wears it," she said, fixing her father with a glare he saw from her mother every time he almost didn't come home.
"Are you sure you don't need a king?" he asked, still studying the purple plastic in his hands. Grace shook her head. "What about a knight? Or a dragon?" he tried again, clearly grasping at straws. "What about a bad guy? You could be like Teyla and save the day."
"I'm the princess," she said with a dramatic sigh as she got down on her knees in front of him. "And the princess needs a fairy god mother or else she can't get to the ball and marry the prince and live happily ever after!" she explained to him patiently.
John was being patronized by his 3 year old daughter and he didn't really like it.
"So," he said after a moment. "Fairy god mother is a must." Grace stood, put her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow. With a heavy sigh, John put the crown on his head.
"Oh daddy, you look pretty!" she assured him with a radiant smile. "Now you need wings!" she said happily as she bounded off to her room to retrieve said wings.
"Wings?" he called out after her. She didn't answer him right away but he did hear several things crashing around in her room as she searched for the wanted costume piece.
"And a wand!" she called gleefully.
"Gracie . . ." he started. He loved his daughter with all his heart but even this was getting to be a little much to ask of a military man. "I don't. . ." he started, trying to figure out how to change the game diplomatically. The little girl stared at him for a moment.
"Daddy, don't you want to play with me any more?" she asked quietly, the wings and wand held tightly in her hands. He opened his mouth to suggest a new game but hesitated when her bottom lip started to tremble.
"Of course I still want to play with you Gracie," he said with a sigh. "Help me put the wings on." The fact that the little girl brightened immediately as she skipped over to him wasn't lost on him. He was definitely living in the State of Grace and this state was ruled with an iron pout.
***
Because I got one. A BIG ONE! RIGHT IN MY ARM!
And, to make myself feel better, I jumped into a John/Elizabeth comment fic prompt thing. Long story short? OMG they likes me! Some of the BNFs like me! YAY!!!
Title State of Grace
Fandom Stargate: Atlantis
Paring Established John/Elizabeth, though no real mention
Rating G
Summary "Oh daddy, you look pretty!" she assured him with a radiant smile. "Now you need wings!" she said happily as she bounded off to her room to retrieve said wings.
"Wings?" he called out after her.
***
John Sheppard sat patiently on the floor as his 3 year old daughter sneezed and sniffled her way through an elaborate story about a princess and her fairy god mother.
"Oh, here," she said, holding out a plastic crown. "Fairy god mothers always wear them." He hesitated before grabbing it. "Daddy?" she asked hopefully.
"Sorry," he said, grabbing the crown and pulling a tissue out of his pocket, catching the little girls nose before she escaped. What ever Carson had given her had reduced her symptoms to the point where she hardly seemed sick at all. As he dropped his gaze to the crown in his hand, he started to wish a princess loving daughter on the Doctor.
"Momma always wears it," she said, fixing her father with a glare he saw from her mother every time he almost didn't come home.
"Are you sure you don't need a king?" he asked, still studying the purple plastic in his hands. Grace shook her head. "What about a knight? Or a dragon?" he tried again, clearly grasping at straws. "What about a bad guy? You could be like Teyla and save the day."
"I'm the princess," she said with a dramatic sigh as she got down on her knees in front of him. "And the princess needs a fairy god mother or else she can't get to the ball and marry the prince and live happily ever after!" she explained to him patiently.
John was being patronized by his 3 year old daughter and he didn't really like it.
"So," he said after a moment. "Fairy god mother is a must." Grace stood, put her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow. With a heavy sigh, John put the crown on his head.
"Oh daddy, you look pretty!" she assured him with a radiant smile. "Now you need wings!" she said happily as she bounded off to her room to retrieve said wings.
"Wings?" he called out after her. She didn't answer him right away but he did hear several things crashing around in her room as she searched for the wanted costume piece.
"And a wand!" she called gleefully.
"Gracie . . ." he started. He loved his daughter with all his heart but even this was getting to be a little much to ask of a military man. "I don't. . ." he started, trying to figure out how to change the game diplomatically. The little girl stared at him for a moment.
"Daddy, don't you want to play with me any more?" she asked quietly, the wings and wand held tightly in her hands. He opened his mouth to suggest a new game but hesitated when her bottom lip started to tremble.
"Of course I still want to play with you Gracie," he said with a sigh. "Help me put the wings on." The fact that the little girl brightened immediately as she skipped over to him wasn't lost on him. He was definitely living in the State of Grace and this state was ruled with an iron pout.
***
