Pairing: background Ancient!John/Rodney, Evan Lorne
Warnings: between "Iudex" and "Exsul" in the Ancient!John 'Verse
Summary: Tea is always the answer
Notes: I started this after a convo with melodysparks, hoping it would lead me to the next installment, but, alas, that alludes me, so have this instead.
An Ancient!John Drabble
"The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof."
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Evan watches – first with amusement and then with growing concern – as his commanding officer riffles through his kitchen cabinets. What he's looking for Evan can only guess at, but based off the things the Colonel is pulling out, he's almost afraid to find out.
Needless to say, he's more than a little surprised when what's finally set in front of him is a glass tea pot, a pair of novelty coffee cups, and an ampoule holding a half-dozen white pills.
He's even more surprised when Sheppard pushes the ampoule his way and says, "You'll want these," before asking, "How d'you take your tea?"
"Yeah, you're right. Stupid question," Sheppard nods, as if that is the most reasonable response to his question. "It's not like we keep lemon around and I never picked up the taste for sugar, so black it'll have to be." He gives the ampoule another gentle push in Evan's direction. "'Lantis is about three seconds away from going into full-on lamentations mode, and believe you me, you'll need these before the end." Almost as an afterthought he adds, "They're Alteran painkillers I lifted off of Diana. Think more co-codaprin than, I dunno, whatever that stuff is Carson gives out when he has to go poking about someone's insides."
"I see," Evan says, picking up the ampoule. He can hear the city's song, which is growing from a faint, trembling warble to the wails of the woebegone in the short amount of time it's taken them to get from the Gate Room to the Colonel's suite. "I think I'll hold off for now."
Sheppard shrugs and pours the tea. It's blood red and smells like one of the flowers that grows on the mainland. "To each their own, but don't say I didn't warn you when your brain start dribbling out your ears like scrambled eggs."
"That what you've done, Sir?"
"No point. Pills don't exactly work on the Ascended."
"But tea does?"
"Not really, no," Sheppard says with a small smile that entirely fails to reach his eyes, "but I remain ever hopeful." He watches the Colonel lift the mug to his lips and take a cautionary sip that ends in closed eyes and the hints of a real smile.
"Is that the plan, Sir?"
"Is what the plan?" he asks, not opening his eyes at all.
"To hope that we can get the Expedition to return before either of us is driven mad by your extended family?"
Sheppard's smile turns positively Cheshire. "Something like that, yes."