ITS TECH WEEK AGAIN! meaning days at school end at 11 pm for me... shows and what have you... fun fun fun...
fififolle: oh god, a rap? LOL!
HyperCaz: Which reminds me... gives meaningful look to YOUR next chapter?
nightpheonix: are you kidding? I bash Kavanaugh in my off-time! WOOT! (i hope to have more)
Jenn R: Sorry I didnt get back to you about that...
anonymouse: OMG! THANK YOU!
hh: Yeah well... when its a hot chick... not much you can do to stop guys...!
NenyaVilyaNenya: I would run away... fast...
Feeling amused, Weir stepped back from the handshake. That woman had a damn good handshake… anyway…
"I see why you didn't want Caldwell here," Weir said with the little raised eyebrow. The two men nodded.
"Yeah. Thank you Lizbeth for understanding."
"Yes, thank 'ou," Carson chimed in. Arynn smiled and Weir could tell immediately that she had these two roped in so tight they'd never be able to unravel themselves. At this, Weir smiled widely and Arynn smiled back knowing exactly what she was smiling about. It was a women thing.
Needless to say the two men were stumped.
"Now now my dear Carson, we have things to attend to." Once again she grinned, but this time the colonel and the commander were left stumped when Beckett grinned back at her. They shimmered out.
It was a lover's thing.
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Later that night, Elizabeth sat in her room reading idly and thinking about what she had been told today. Arynn was quite an individual. Smart, witty, funny, with a serious mask when needed was the kind of person Weir liked. Not only that, but she was pretty enough to make almost every woman in the galaxy beg for her looks. She was no push-over though; she had a body that any person could ever want.
'Minus the breasts for guys,' Weir thought naughtily to herself. She started laughing out loud. Back on the topic of Carson though, he had an interesting dilemma. She was a Chair and until Arynn could pop out of that Chair, well… Weir kept her mind out of that particular area, but she let her mind use its imagination.
The child would be beautiful indeed, a Scottish Ancient. Perhaps his or her mother's red highlights with his or her father's dark hair. Maybe the child would have one eye crystal green from his mother and the other crystal blue from his or her father. No no no… either incredibly green or blue eyes. The kid would probably also have its father's skin, but slightly tanned. Not by much, but slightly.
It was so much fun trying to see a child from them. By midnight, Carson and Arynn had had seven children, three girls and four boys. She giggled loudly and the watch stopped, looked into her room, and kept walking.
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Just down the hallway, the three were having quite a party.
"Carson, your woman sure knows how to massage!"
"My woman eh?"
"Oh yeah!" Sheppard exclaimed just a tad bit drunk… well maybe not just a tad…
"We'll see about that Sheppy!" Turning quickly, Beckett grabbed his girlfriend and they started making out with such a passion Sheppard had to look away.
"Gawd Doctor… Arynn, what have you turned our doctor into?" he asked with glazed eyes.
"A sexy beast?"
"Good one!" The three took another swig of beer. This was Arynn's first time being introduced to alcohol and she was reacting to it alright. This wasn't the first time she had gotten tipsy though. Something the Ancients used to have was like a very powerful kind of alcohol, but real alcohol just did something to her.
They all ended up passed out on John's bed destined to wake with a nasty sort of headache. Oh yes, headaches were in store and this time Beckett wasn't going to be poking around for irritability and what have you.
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"Ooh…"
"Aye."
"Top of the morning to y'all!"
"Head…"
"Aye…"
"Guys are such wimps sometimes."
"Speak for yerself my dear… head…" Weir chanced to walk by the apartment. Arynn, upon seeing the Commander of "Atlantis," opened the door for her.
"Hello Dr. Weir," Arynn said cheerfully.
"Hi," she answered back and with an odd look in her eye she asked, "Dare I ask what happened here?"
"They got drunk."
"Again?"
"Yeah. I did too… not true, I drank and searched their memories for anything related to the product and this is what I came up with," Arynn explained waving her hand at the situation. Weir laughed and walked out.
As the door closed behind her with a small hiss, Weir was brought back to that dilemma.
Carson Beckett remained one of few people to never fall in love... he sat down in it.