Using mom's name stopped the little boy in his tracks. He already knew 'Sheppard' was more playful than a threat. He turned obediently to his father. "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly. "I was doing-" he paused, trying to remember the word, "Recon and I got ahead of my team."
"Good report," John praised his son as he freed his hand and lowered it. "Stay with the team until we reach the car?"
CUTEST. DADDY MOMENT. EVER!
That was a kind of faith that burned like an unearthly flame. The kind of flame that burned through water, without air, and lit up the darkness.
*sighs happily* Oh, I adore this story. So much. But Caldwell and Ronon! *wistfuls*
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Date: 2008-01-10 07:37 pm (UTC)"Good report," John praised his son as he freed his hand and lowered it. "Stay with the team until we reach the car?"
CUTEST. DADDY MOMENT. EVER!
That was a kind of faith that burned like an unearthly flame. The kind of flame that burned through water, without air, and lit up the darkness.
*sighs happily* Oh, I adore this story. So much. But Caldwell and Ronon! *wistfuls*