Ain't got time (post Alemar III plot)

[didnotwant]

Marion parks her car and eyes the building before her. It is a sad looking place in her mind but it was as good a meeting place as any. She checks herself out in the rear view mirror to make sure she doesn't look gross from travel.

She looks okay she thinks.She grabs her sub glasses pushing them on as the light is way too bright out there for her. She feels better now. She grabs her purse from the passenger's seat checking to make sure that she has her journal at least, she is satisfied it is there so she pops open the trunk of her car with every intention of going into this meeting armed. She doesn't exactly trust these werewolves she is meeting even if her friend pointed them in her direction. Joe is a bit too trusting in Marion's opinion.

Marion gets the impression that she shouldn't go in carrying a cross bow so she goes right for her sword. Marion starts towards the building feeling sand a gravel crunch under her boots as she gets closer to the front door which is why when it suddenly stops she pauses quickly spinning about.

"What the fuck." That is the only thing she can think to say. She is in a very not exactly military grey hall way. She can sort of hear a low hum in the background and she has no idea what that means. She just wants to know why in the blue hell she isn't in front of a run down bar.

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[ltcolonel]

"That's pretty much what I said," John steps into the hallway and is very nearly impaled on the sword. He puts his hands up in the multi-universal gesture of I mean no harm. His gun is clearly displayed on his belt, but it wouldn't be fair to pull it on someone who isn't similarly equipped.

"John Sheppard, I'm another 'guest' on this space ship."

[didnotwant]

Son of a bitch. She really didn't want to nearly hurt someone no matter how angry she is right now. She takes a deep breath of air in.

"Space ship?" She isn't sure if she believes him when she says that. She feels like she should feel the hum of something under her feet if they're in space but this place is so damn sterile feeling.

That's actually what bugs her. She can't pick up on everything she is used to hearing or smelling. She doesn't like that.

"Pal, you gotta be kidding me. That don-- doesn't make a lick of sense," she lets out trying hard to not let her accent slip in. It does but she didn't think it would matter too much.

[ltcolonel]

The accent makes him smile, it reminds him of Carson. It's the only thing that reminds him of Carson, because Carson would never carry a sword, he was a medic. "Sorry, I'm not, although I do know some great knock, knock jokes."

He gestures behind him towards closed doors. "If you promise not to run me through with the sword of yours, I've got proof behind these doors."

[didnotwant]

Well that and she sounds very Texan when her accent slips. Carson isn't American. His comment leaves the woman staring after him for a moment. She doesn't know what to think about him.

Her ears tell her he is being honest. Her gut tells her to listen. She nods once. "All right. I promise I won't run through the messenger. Bad form, ain't it?"

She won't admit that the sword had been mostly for show. That won't help her.

[ltcolonel]

“It is,but somehow the messenger always gets shot.” John turns and heads towards the door into the bar where she’ll get a good view of their surroundings. He’s very alert for any sudden movements behind him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s tried to run him through or try to capture him and tie him up.

“After you,” he says as hits the button to open the door and gestures her through with his left hand.

[didnotwant]

"Well that's a shame," Marion comments mostly to herself. She doesn't really want to hurt anyone. Not in the general sense she does have issues with some of the other supernatural creatures back home who do hurt people.

She really doesn't like vampires.

She nods to John aware that he has an advantage over her given he knows this place but frankly, it doesn't matter because she has to know the truth.

Her jaw unhinges itself. Holy shit. "That's.... not faked."

She's really surprised by what she can see.

[ltcolonel]

John wore the same expression when he first stepped through the Stargate, it's pretty unbelievable at first. "Yeah, all that blue screen stuff in the films can't equal this. They never manage to convey how big it is out here." He stuffs his hands into pockets and relaxes.

"I take it you don't know many people who've gone into space."

[didnotwant]

"No." She shakes her head slowly. The stars are making her feel a little shell shocked at this point. It isn't as bad as other times she has been shocked but it still feels pretty intense.

"Hell." Her voice gets that Texan drawl again. It can't be helped.

"It's... not exactly what I'd imagine," she pauses to mull that over. "Didn't really ever imagine space, actually. Not the area of science I was ever good at."

[ltcolonel]

"I've never been good at science," John says with a sidewards grin. "All I wanted to do was pilot ships and fly as fast as I could." He sort of fell into space exploration.

"Wait until you get to land on another planet." He pauses and shakes his head. "Things get really wild then, you might need your sword for it."

[didnotwant]

"Chemistry. And biology," Marion supplies. "I was pre-med for a while. I'm good at it still just.... went in a very different direction."

Given she is carrying a sword that seems to easily fit in her hand that is very easy to believe. She seems very comfortable with that weapon. She blinks at the stars silently for a moment then looks back at John.

"We get to go planet side?" That gets her jaw to hinge and unhinge itself a few times. She has no idea what to think about that. That is of course until he mention things getting wild. She has seen her share of wild things. Kind of comes from being a werewolf but most of it comes from the fact she is pretty much hard wired to run at danger.

"That wild, huh?" She chuckles slowly setting her sword up against a near by table. She sees no reason to keep holding it when she feels mostly safe. "Knowing my luck I'll be givin' someone grey hair.... I got this really bad habit. I tend to run towards trouble."

[ltcolonel]

"Yeah, it looks like you are more equipped to dissect someone than put them back together." John glances at the sword.

"IF you know how to use it, I'd like you on my team next time we go planet side. Trouble's got a habit of finding me, so if we're together we can split the trouble down the middle." He takes a seat at the table and gestures for her to take a seat beside him.

"We've already been planet side once, it was quite a charming place, once you got used to the cave ins."

[didnotwant]

"I..." She has no idea what to say.

"Life just took me places I didn't expect. A sword comes in handy sometimes," Marion admits. Swords are very useful for someone who has trouble with guns because of the way some of them smell to her after they've been used plus there is the fact that some of the things she fights can shrug off bullets.

Swords can do just the right amount of damage. At least in her hands.

"Well I don't carry it for show." Marion sat herself down in the seat next to his and glanced around Ten Forward. The place was pretty big. She felt mildly uncomfortable in such an open place like this when she knew her inner wolf was still riled up. To John it might just come off as someone still coming down from expecting a fight.

"I guess I wouldn't have minded that either. Until the cave-ins. I ain't great at being stuck."

[ltcolonel]

"I'll let you think the idea over," John said with one of his friendly, crooked grins. "But if anyone else asks you, remember the handsome guy asked you first." He leans back in his seat, looking quite at home.

"I've never done any sword practice. I've met some people who can do some real damage with a staff and I've taken lessons with them. I think they cheat because I always lose.

I hate losing and being stuck. I sound like a bit of a control freak don't I?"

[didnotwant]

"Pard," her tone turns to lightly teasing. "You do realize that can't be the only selling point."

She is about to continue joking around. About the fact she totally cheats when she uses a sword because cheating makes sense in life or death situations.

"I forgot to tell you my name." Oops. She just flashes him a very sheepish look. She's sorry.

"Marion. Marion Scotts." She moves onto his question.

"Ya don't sound like a control freak. Nobody likes to lose. Usually makes you feel like you didn't do your best."

[ltcolonel]

"I know but you have to admit it's a pretty good one," and there is that lopsided easy smile of John's. Sometimes it's hard to believe that he the ranking military officer on a base in a far off galaxy. That is until he shifts forward and holds out his hand and there is a glint of steel about his eyes.

"Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, but no one bothers with the whole title, you can call me John. And that is exactly how I feel. When I am not at my best, I lose people on a new world. I don't want it to happen here."

[didnotwant]

She tries very hard to not laugh. Something about John is infectious. Marion is pretty sure it is part of his personality.

Then his eyes change. She gets it. Her wolf relaxes more around dangerous people. She is very, very careful to watch her strength. She doesn't want to clue him into her not quite human status.

"I don't like it when people die either." She is serious about that. There is serious resolve behind that statement.

"There's a lot I don't like... But I really hate it when people get hurt." She shifts leaning back slightly in her seat. "Let's.... just say I've seen shit happen. I won't let anyone else go through what I did. Won't happen. Not on my watch."

Whatever it was must have been bad. She is way too serious about it.

[ltcolonel]

John would agree that it is part of his sparkling personality. To be frank he's glad he's got it, he doesn't want to turn into some grumpy commander who barks out orders and gets someone to shine his shoes for him (his are rarely shiny).

"I'm very anti dying and torture. Not that anything like that has happened on board here, but if there are more problems on other planets." He clenches his jaw.

"I also don't like tea very much."

[didnotwant]

She can deal with that nicely. She can't stand people who bark orders when it isn't urgent to get things done right away. It really gets under her skin in a way she can't really explain.

"I somehow doubt they go for hurting people. Too... calm feeling." She can't explain it but this place might smell too clean for her liking but it's not exactly a horrible place to be right now.

"Tea is fine. Can't stand mint."

[ltcolonel]

"Calm is a good word for it," John muses as he stretches his long legs out under the table and slouches further into the seat. He might as well make himself as comfortable as possible. "It might be because this ship is run by sciency, peaceful types. Their security jumps pretty quickly after a weapon is raised."

John isn't sure whether he likes it or not. Back home, he works under a civilian leadership, but he isn't used to be restricted and kept out of the loop.

[didnotwant]

"Then I best behave myself," Marion muses. "I don't like being totally unarmed."

It makes her really damn nervous. Even if she is a werewolf she likes the added safety that a weapon can give her. That might be exactly why she likes her sword. She just isn't feeling introspective enough to mull that one over.

"Besides it ain't their fault we're here, I gather. Wouldn't be smart to act like a lousy guest."

[ltcolonel]

John's eyes twinkle for a moment, "Don't stay on your best behaviour all of the time." He's the type of guy who does get into mischief even if it is racing toy cars around the corridors with Rodney for the hell of it and making a nuisance of themselves.

"Nah, I just wish we could more than guests until we can find a way out of here."

[didnotwant]

"You do realize you're trouble," the red head teases. She isn't exactly innocent herself. She gets into trouble. She can't always help it but Marion knows her nature works against her.

"I already got things working against me." She taps her fingers along the table top. "I guess... work would help. Don't think writing would cut it for me here."

[ltcolonel]

"I heard it should be my middle name." He grins back, they are going to be good friends.

"And you can teach me how to use a sword. I'm good with giant wooden sticks, I've sparred with them hopping around one leg." Which was Ronan's idea of making it a fair competition.

[didnotwant]

Marion snorts faintly. John is going to be the sort of trouble she needs. Marion can admit to herself she has a hard time keeping friends or opening up to anyone.

"Then maybe we can exchange lessons? I like learning different skills." She could always do with another way to fight. Marion tends to find hairy situations to wander into.