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Reporting For Duty, Ma'am... [Dec. 10th, 2008|08:58 pm]
The Special Hell (Firefly/SGA Universe)

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[shortly after (this)]



This would be one Lieutenant-Colonel, in full base-uniform and knocking off casual salutes and waves to those he passes, walking across the bridge from Control Room to Administrator's Office, and leaning nonchalantly against the door frame as he knocks on it.

"Hi, honey. I'm home," he says to the room's occupant, with his trademark grin. Whether this should raise any alarms in anyone's mind or not is anyone's guess.

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[User Picture]From: weirofatlantis
2008-12-18 02:52 am (UTC)
It certainly raises her eyebrows. "Sheppard," she nodded a greeting, even smiling a little. He seems to be better, at least.

"Come in, have a seat."
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[User Picture]From: shepcrew
2008-12-18 03:01 am (UTC)
He pushes off the door frame and enters, melting into the chair as always.

"Did you miss me?" he asks playfully, his smile giving away the fact that he's insanely glad to be home. If Inara were here, she'd probably say even his hair concurs with that sentiment.
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[User Picture]From: weirofatlantis
2008-12-18 03:09 am (UTC)
Elizabet even almost laughed. Definitely smiled. "Of course."

"How are you feeling, John?"
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[User Picture]From: shepcrew
2008-12-18 03:17 am (UTC)
He winked at her, before seriously considering the question. After a moment, he nodded.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he answers, "Pretty good. At least, I seem to remember military protocol, I was able to figure out my problem..." he paused in his ticking off the points on his fingers to look her in the eye. "And really, that's a big step for me, you know. Admitting that and then finding out what it was."

Another pause before he adds, "Oh, and I discovered that I do possess a certain amount of self-control when it comes to women."
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[User Picture]From: weirofatlantis
2008-12-18 03:20 am (UTC)
She nodded slowly. Considered the answers, looking back at him. "All good things."

"So, what did you decide was your problem, and how do you think you need to go about fixing it?"
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[User Picture]From: shepcrew
2008-12-18 03:38 am (UTC)
"My problem," he started, only slightly tripping over the word, "with the Inara thing, stemmed from the fact that we met in a place in which the normal laws of just about everything don't apply. I had let the lack of danger lull me into a false sense of security and allowed my lo-...myself to latch onto that sense and I took actions that were unacceptable outside of that space-time."

He let the moment hang for a brief second before continuing, "With Mia, I....I have no idea how or why. I suppose it's something that stems from the Inara thing, I don't know. Call it a kid-sister complex if you want, because that's all I can figure."

A sigh. "As to how it should be fixed....well, let's just say that being back on Earth helped me remember how to distance my emotional responses from military obligation and keeping that obligation the center of my focus when dealing with off-world situations."

He leaves out more than he says, but when it comes to John and his personal feelings, that's just par for the course.
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[User Picture]From: weirofatlantis
2008-12-18 03:59 am (UTC)
Interesting. most of that, interesting. The words he hadn't said, the word he had cut off. Not that she wasn't aware of how he felt about Inara.

But his solution as to how it should be fixed was at least a bit of good news. "And do you think you can put that new revelation into practice?" Because that was the important question. And she really, really hoped he not only knew the answer, but could carry out the answer.
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[User Picture]From: shepcrew
2008-12-18 04:13 am (UTC)
He smiled sadly. "I've managed to put it into practice for the better part of the last two and a half years. I think I can handle it. If not, I'll have Lorne toss me in the brig and he'll take over."

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[User Picture]From: weirofatlantis
2008-12-21 07:07 pm (UTC)
"Let's hope that won't be necessary," she told him, with a firm tone that suggested he should make sure it wouldn't be necessary.

"Did you have a good vacation, as well?"

The way she leaned back in her chair, the mostly official part of this conversation was over, and now she was just a friend making sure her friend was all right.
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[User Picture]From: shepcrew
2008-12-21 07:25 pm (UTC)
His grin is rueful at her first comment, and it morphs into something a little more shy at her question.

"Yeah, I suppose. I wandered around Vegas being moody and home-sick. I got to gamble a bit?"
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[User Picture]From: weirofatlantis
2008-12-26 01:02 pm (UTC)
"Gambling is... good, I guess." Weir chuckled, thinking of John around a roulette wheel or at a blackjack table. It was surprisingly easy to picture. "Though that doesn't sound like a mood to wander around Vegas in..."
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[User Picture]From: shepcrew
2008-12-26 04:49 pm (UTC)
John's shy grin turns into a shy smile. "Yeah, well, all things considered, it seemed apt. Vegas sort of loses its luster after being here for so long."
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