| Early Evenings She likes early evenings the best. The busyness of the day is usually over and beta shift settled into its routine. It�s a good time to catch up on paperwork (though paper itself is a rare commodity, these days). When he�s on Atlantis, John joins her in her office. Sometimes they talk � about their days, about missions gone wrong and gone right, about home. Other times it�s so quiet there is only the tapping of keys and the sound of breathing. It�s comfortable, and Elizabeth likes having him there. If they work late, they sometimes raid the mess hall for a snack, sneaking around as if they weren�t the two highest-ranking officials in the city. They might claim one of the tables at the back in the half-darkness of off-hours, or sit in the common room watching bad movies (or football, if she�s feeling magnanimous), or occasionally spend some time walking the halls. Like their working hours, sometimes they talk and sometimes they�re quiet. Elizabeth enjoys herself either way. If they work really late, John always walks her to her quarters. These are the nights that leave her slightly off-kilter because there is often a second or two of awkwardness, of awareness, that makes her think of first dates and first kisses. But then someone walks by or he says something that makes her smile and the moment passes; and she wonders, in the light of day, if perhaps it�s only her imagination. Maybe that�s why she likes early evenings best. --end-- back to Atlantis fanfic |