Teddy - Atlantis
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Title: Teddy
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: Atlantis
Category: Humor, Romance
Pairing: ShWeir
Rating: Age Friendly
Summary: It might make her tingle, but it doesn’t get him off the hook.
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song’s not mine either.
Author’s notes: For [info]speckleberry who asked for Sparky and a Teddy bear.
Date: 17/04/06
Copyright to Venom, 2006


She feels a little silly as she makes her bed.

The perfect hospital corners, top sheet folding slightly over the blanket, pillows resting up against the headboard and a smaller pillow in front of them. Her hand runs over the comforter, smoothing out any wrinkles that may be – but never are – ruining the overall look of her bed. A second blanket rests across the foot of the bed, strategically folded to that it can be pulled up with ease in case she gets cold.

Then she placed Teddy in his seat. Situated so that he can watch over the room with his button eyes while she is working. The once-hot pink of his body has long since faded over time, but in the seams she can still remember the color he was. There are a few stains and a few holes – damn dog – but her childhood Teddy Bear – her ‘personal item’ brought to Atlantis – still holds a special place in her heart. The purple and white stripes night shirt that he wears looks a little silly, but she can never bring herself to change it.

No one ever sees her room, or her bed, so she never has to answer the questioning eyes that inevitably show themselves when anyone sees the threadbare toy on her bed.

And then she starts sleeping with John Sheppard.

On the first morning, John stands back and watches her, his amusement clear. He doesn’t comment on Teddy’s appearance, but he is even more amused when he sits down on the freshly made bed to put his socks on and a strange sound comes out of her throat. Elizabeth can see the indent of his – very nice – butt as he messes up the perfect look that she had achieved.

“Does it have to be perfect?” He asks as she ‘shoos’ him off the bed.

“Yes.” She replies and her tone tells him that there is no room for argument. “Which is why I have a chair for that.”

On the second morning, he is still somewhat amused. But this morning he doesn’t show it and he doesn’t sit down on the bed to put his socks on. She doesn’t even have to point out that she has a chair for that purpose. He is learning, she thinks, then decides that she wont have to kick him out of her room just yet.

After a month – every night spent in her room – he finally laughs aloud at her.

“You’re only finding this funny now?” She asks, tucking the corner in and pretending that she can’t feel his eyes as they stare down her gaping top. . . and pretending that she doesn’t like it.

John shrugs. “I thought you did this the first few days just to scare me.”

“You really think I would do that?”

“Don’t women do that sort of thing?” He raises an eyebrow and a beat later she can see the slightly petrified look on his face that tells her knows he just said something stupid.

It gives her a small tingly feeling that they can argue about something so trivial. In the early days of fantasizing about John Sheppard, she had envisioned that much of their time would be spent on work, sleep, food or sex. In that order of priorities, mostly. She had never really thought that they could be anywhere within the bounds of a ‘normal’ couple.

It might make her tingle, but it doesn’t get him off the hook.

“You knew I was anal about cleanliness before you started sleeping here, John.” She gives him a pointed look. “It’s not my fault that you’re a slob.”

“I am not a slob!” The defense is automatic, but Elizabeth suspects that he actually agrees with her on some level.

To prove her point, she reaches down, under the bed, and pulls out his beloved copy of War And Peace that he had carelessly thrown the previous night when he’d pounced on her. She dances away from him as he tries to take it from her hands.

"Elizabeth. . . give that back right now!"

“No.” She pokes her tongue out at him.

It’s childish, but appropriate.

In retribution, he picks Teddy up from where she had placed him only moment ago. “Now what are you going to do?”

Her window is open, and as tempting as it is to throw his book out and into the ocean, she fears that Teddy will suffer the same fate. “Hostage exchange?”


They each reach out a hand. Her left grasps Teddy and her right holds his book. They exchange items effortlessly, but somehow – and she will make him teach her at some point – Elizabeth ends up flat on her back on the freshly made bed with John on top of her, teddy bear and book still firmly grasped his hands.

“Talented.” She smirks.

“Good incentive.” John licks her neck, once.

It’s enough. “We’re going to be late.”


“None, really.”

He nibbles at her bottom lip a little. “We’re messing up your bed.”

“I can re-make it.”

The book and Teddy both end up on the floor, but Elizabeth doesn’t really notice.


Had to end it there so Han can read it! *hug* Hope you liked it darl.