Fic: Toasted
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cottontailsTitle: Toasted
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis / NCIS
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Ziva David
Word Count: ~650
Age Rating: G
Challenge(s): acientctybingo, prompt: brave little toaster; h/c bingo, prompt: assault
Disclaimer: Sadly, the characters do not belong to me. Just words.
Summary: Ziva get's her ass kicked and she takes it out on an innocent.
He didn't know what to do with himself. A few rounds in the gym with Ronon lost his interest pretty quickly considering John found himself ate mat more times than he'd like to count. Still with a mandatory week off was something that he didn't want. He thought about sparring with Teyla but she had him on his knees just as much as their Satedan friend.
Rodney? No. He's be going on about one of his experiments or someone on his staff fucking up. Ziva? Sure, but she hadn't been feeling well. He wanted her to get her rest as she was spending most of her time sleeping off the bug she got while off world or reading when she was able to stay awake through whatever miracle ninja ass kicking cough syrup that Carson gave her.
John wondered how the NCIS team managed to deal with her when she was sick. Then again, he doubted she was ever really ill enough for them to notice. Woolsey was supposed to be dialing the SGC that afternoon. Maybe they could patch him through to NCIS to their MTAC communications and he could ask them what they knew. Also if they might have recommendations on how to handle a disabled Ziva David.
The first day she showed symptoms, before they about dragged her to the infirmary, she had nearly torn Rodney's head off his shoulders when he made a comment about her sounding like a certain cartoon rooster when she blew her nose. Maybe he'd just sit with her. He'd be risking his own life with her mood swings but it was a risk he was willing to take.
When John made his way to her room, he was surprised and disappointed to find that she wasn't there. While he could have had the control room track her for him, but he figured it would help him kill some time for that first day off.
And that it did. It took him nearly an hour and half of wandering around the City before finding her in the kitchen trying to work on connecting an Earth toaster to the Lantean power sources. He smiled as he watched her quietly, with her hair pulled back and the strands that were loose were stuck to the side of her face from sweat as she had been going through a pretty steady fever for the past couple days. He assumed that she was still struggling with her temperature because she appeared confused as she tried to manipulate something he knew she had been able to work previously.
When she was getting nowhere, Ziva gave up and took the toaster in her hands and threw it across the kitchen at the wall. At that, John felt the need to interrupt. "Hey there," he greeted softly as he made his way in to pick up the brave little toaster that was sacrificed for his girlfriend's unwell-being. "What did the toaster ever do to you for you to assault it like that?"
"I just wanted toast. I can't eat much else and everyone has left for the night," she pouted as she went over to the walk in cooler and opened the door with a relieved sigh.
John set the broken toaster on the counter and went over to drop a fast kiss on her neck. "Go back to your room. I'll bring you something to eat, okay? You shouldn't be out of bed. If anything, you might consider the infirmary – as much as I hate suggesting it."
"No," Ziva replied. "Just give me a couple minutes in here then we can go back."
"Sure. I'll make you something light. I am actually hungry as well myself."
She let the cool air try to relieve her discomfort before coming back out to find John holding a plate with a few sandwiches and smiled. "I feel like I've had my ass kicked."
"I love you, but you look like it," he replied with a small laugh and quickly stopped at the glare she gave him. "But you look great regardless!"
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis / NCIS
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Ziva David
Word Count: ~650
Age Rating: G
Challenge(s): acientctybingo, prompt: brave little toaster; h/c bingo, prompt: assault
Disclaimer: Sadly, the characters do not belong to me. Just words.
Summary: Ziva get's her ass kicked and she takes it out on an innocent.
He didn't know what to do with himself. A few rounds in the gym with Ronon lost his interest pretty quickly considering John found himself ate mat more times than he'd like to count. Still with a mandatory week off was something that he didn't want. He thought about sparring with Teyla but she had him on his knees just as much as their Satedan friend.
Rodney? No. He's be going on about one of his experiments or someone on his staff fucking up. Ziva? Sure, but she hadn't been feeling well. He wanted her to get her rest as she was spending most of her time sleeping off the bug she got while off world or reading when she was able to stay awake through whatever miracle ninja ass kicking cough syrup that Carson gave her.
John wondered how the NCIS team managed to deal with her when she was sick. Then again, he doubted she was ever really ill enough for them to notice. Woolsey was supposed to be dialing the SGC that afternoon. Maybe they could patch him through to NCIS to their MTAC communications and he could ask them what they knew. Also if they might have recommendations on how to handle a disabled Ziva David.
The first day she showed symptoms, before they about dragged her to the infirmary, she had nearly torn Rodney's head off his shoulders when he made a comment about her sounding like a certain cartoon rooster when she blew her nose. Maybe he'd just sit with her. He'd be risking his own life with her mood swings but it was a risk he was willing to take.
When John made his way to her room, he was surprised and disappointed to find that she wasn't there. While he could have had the control room track her for him, but he figured it would help him kill some time for that first day off.
And that it did. It took him nearly an hour and half of wandering around the City before finding her in the kitchen trying to work on connecting an Earth toaster to the Lantean power sources. He smiled as he watched her quietly, with her hair pulled back and the strands that were loose were stuck to the side of her face from sweat as she had been going through a pretty steady fever for the past couple days. He assumed that she was still struggling with her temperature because she appeared confused as she tried to manipulate something he knew she had been able to work previously.
When she was getting nowhere, Ziva gave up and took the toaster in her hands and threw it across the kitchen at the wall. At that, John felt the need to interrupt. "Hey there," he greeted softly as he made his way in to pick up the brave little toaster that was sacrificed for his girlfriend's unwell-being. "What did the toaster ever do to you for you to assault it like that?"
"I just wanted toast. I can't eat much else and everyone has left for the night," she pouted as she went over to the walk in cooler and opened the door with a relieved sigh.
John set the broken toaster on the counter and went over to drop a fast kiss on her neck. "Go back to your room. I'll bring you something to eat, okay? You shouldn't be out of bed. If anything, you might consider the infirmary – as much as I hate suggesting it."
"No," Ziva replied. "Just give me a couple minutes in here then we can go back."
"Sure. I'll make you something light. I am actually hungry as well myself."
She let the cool air try to relieve her discomfort before coming back out to find John holding a plate with a few sandwiches and smiled. "I feel like I've had my ass kicked."
"I love you, but you look like it," he replied with a small laugh and quickly stopped at the glare she gave him. "But you look great regardless!"