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sga_flashficTitle: Captain John Sheppard: Pirate of the High Seas
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elenariel
Rating: PG, PG-13 possibly
Pairings: Slight implied John/Teyla
Spoilers: None
Word count: 603
Summary: This had to happen as soon as the word pirate is mentioned around me -
John stole from Teyla, and now she's here to return the favour... unless he can make her a better offer.
John Sheppard didn’t arrive in Tortuga for no reason; it was a pirate port, of course, and it was the best place for less undesirables to trade hands as well as stolen goods, and of course rum. To those who knew him then, his appearance was never without good explanation.
Feet on table, bottle in hand, John was content to sit and watch the spectacle of just being in a tavern on Tortuga. So far two had met the pigs outside and another had found his head meeting the table when he tried to proposition the wrong woman.
A pistol settled on the back of his neck, and John grinned. “Hello Teyla.”
She sidled wearily around to the other side of the table, pistol low but still trained on him. He would have reached for his own, but she was sharp enough to spot the movement before he even made it.
“You stole my map.” She hissed at him, clearly pissed off. With good reason, at least from her point of view.
“Time and tide.” He said as casually as he could, far too casually it seemed, and taking a swig from the bottle. She aimed her pistol, the bottle shattered, spilling the precious drink to the floor, and not one person in the tavern noticed, save the barman who knew John well enough not to blink an eye. John narrowed his eyes at her but doing nothing, knowing full well she probably had another loaded and waiting to go.
Truth was he was a pirate and that’s what pirates did… though considering how dangerous this woman could be he probably should have tried asking her first. But walking into a deal with Teyla could range from payment to full share of any plunder taken, and her unpredictability had cost John before. Besides, the last thing he needed was a woman mucking about with the hormones on the Pegasus, distracting the men from their work.
Apparently he was the only one that could see that. Ford had always given those annoying knowing smiles of his, and –
John blinked. He didn’t want to remember right now.
“How bout I get you a drink?” He tried, turning his attention back to Teyla and attempting to be amiable at least. He nodded over to the barman.
This time it was her turn to narrow her eyes.
“Look, I needed to get moving, and…”
“Yes?” Her eyes glittered dangerously, her voice as sharp as the blade she was no doubt planning on pulling on him.
“Alright, so it wasn’t the best idea -” Teyla was half way out of her seat, “- for which I am extremely sorry and would most definitely like to make up to you.” She sat back down, glaring suspiciously.
“Alright, I don’t much like my first mate.” Which is the truth – after Ford, he was having trouble not only finding a competent mate but sticking with one he could or would trust with his ship. “And I could definitely use a new one before we leave port.”
“You would offer me this?” She tapped her sword.
It could possibly be the worst thing he would ever do, but, “Yes. I would.”
She could handle herself, she knew his ship and she could navigate a damn sight better than any of the drunken sots he scrounged up in this place. But then, why in the hell was he doing this again? Just so she wouldn’t kill him?
He was about to open his mouth to refute the offer, when she said, “Done.” Held out her hand.
“Great. Welcome aboard.” John shook it.
What just happened?
Author:
elenarielRating: PG, PG-13 possibly
Pairings: Slight implied John/Teyla
Spoilers: None
Word count: 603
Summary: This had to happen as soon as the word pirate is mentioned around me -
John stole from Teyla, and now she's here to return the favour... unless he can make her a better offer.
John Sheppard didn’t arrive in Tortuga for no reason; it was a pirate port, of course, and it was the best place for less undesirables to trade hands as well as stolen goods, and of course rum. To those who knew him then, his appearance was never without good explanation.
Feet on table, bottle in hand, John was content to sit and watch the spectacle of just being in a tavern on Tortuga. So far two had met the pigs outside and another had found his head meeting the table when he tried to proposition the wrong woman.
A pistol settled on the back of his neck, and John grinned. “Hello Teyla.”
She sidled wearily around to the other side of the table, pistol low but still trained on him. He would have reached for his own, but she was sharp enough to spot the movement before he even made it.
“You stole my map.” She hissed at him, clearly pissed off. With good reason, at least from her point of view.
“Time and tide.” He said as casually as he could, far too casually it seemed, and taking a swig from the bottle. She aimed her pistol, the bottle shattered, spilling the precious drink to the floor, and not one person in the tavern noticed, save the barman who knew John well enough not to blink an eye. John narrowed his eyes at her but doing nothing, knowing full well she probably had another loaded and waiting to go.
Truth was he was a pirate and that’s what pirates did… though considering how dangerous this woman could be he probably should have tried asking her first. But walking into a deal with Teyla could range from payment to full share of any plunder taken, and her unpredictability had cost John before. Besides, the last thing he needed was a woman mucking about with the hormones on the Pegasus, distracting the men from their work.
Apparently he was the only one that could see that. Ford had always given those annoying knowing smiles of his, and –
John blinked. He didn’t want to remember right now.
“How bout I get you a drink?” He tried, turning his attention back to Teyla and attempting to be amiable at least. He nodded over to the barman.
This time it was her turn to narrow her eyes.
“Look, I needed to get moving, and…”
“Yes?” Her eyes glittered dangerously, her voice as sharp as the blade she was no doubt planning on pulling on him.
“Alright, so it wasn’t the best idea -” Teyla was half way out of her seat, “- for which I am extremely sorry and would most definitely like to make up to you.” She sat back down, glaring suspiciously.
“Alright, I don’t much like my first mate.” Which is the truth – after Ford, he was having trouble not only finding a competent mate but sticking with one he could or would trust with his ship. “And I could definitely use a new one before we leave port.”
“You would offer me this?” She tapped her sword.
It could possibly be the worst thing he would ever do, but, “Yes. I would.”
She could handle herself, she knew his ship and she could navigate a damn sight better than any of the drunken sots he scrounged up in this place. But then, why in the hell was he doing this again? Just so she wouldn’t kill him?
He was about to open his mouth to refute the offer, when she said, “Done.” Held out her hand.
“Great. Welcome aboard.” John shook it.
What just happened?