Pairing: Kav/Weir - sorta
Summary: Kavanagh faces Weir after Critical Mass
Spoilers: Post Critical Mass, so spoilers for that episode.
Notes: fanboy_of_zeus challenged me to write Kav/Weir. *shudders* Usually I'll pretty much ship/slash anyone with anyone, but this is one of my few "eeeeeeeew please no" pairings. That's why it's sucks :p
Still outraged and indignant from the days events, Kavanagh stormed up to Weir’s office, intent on giving their leader a piece of his mind. But the room was dark and empty. Carried by his annoyance he went to her quarters, entering without wasting any time on knocking. She had already displayed a flagrant disregard for his privacy; he could see no reason to treat her with any more respect.
Again the room was almost completely dark, only a hint of moonlight shining in through the Atlantean window. He turned around to walk out again, beginning to feel wrong about invading, but a small sound, like a muffled sob stopped him. He turned on the lights, seeing Weir sitting at her desk. Her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, her usually neat hair was slightly dishevelled and she was inconspicuously trying to kick the pile of tissues at her feet out of sight.
“Dr. Kavanagh, these are my quarters. It’s considered a social nicety to knock before entering.” She said as soon as the room is lit. Remarkably, her voice was as neutral and controlled as ever.
“Uh huh.” He replied nonchalantly. “And what are the social rules on torture?”
She paused for a moment, visibly taking a breath. “That’s something we can discuss in my office during my normal working hours if you wish.” Her voice contained a hint of coolness now.
He frowned. “I was just told I need to get your permission before I’m allowed back with the Daedalus. Do it now. Then you can be rid of me for good.” He paused, and then added under his breath, purposefully loud enough to hear. “More importantly, I can be rid of this place.”
She nodded, just once, her shoulders slumping in resignation. “I did what I had to.” She said suddenly, as he was about to walk out the door. Getting up from the desk, she walked toward him, stopping only a few feet away.
He looked her over critically. “Is that what has you so upset?” He said, his voice surprised yet infused with his usual haughty manner. “Good. You should be.”
She took another step forward. “You were acting like someone who was guilty and I had the entire base to think about. I’d do it over in a second.”
“I was not acting anything.” He complained, stepping in to meet her. “You needed someone to target in order to fool yourself into thinking you were doing something important. It made you feel better.”
“That’s not true. I acted on my instincts.” She insisted, the colour in her cheeks deepened with her annoyance. “You wouldn’t answer my questions. That was the reasonable next step.”
Kavanagh scoffed, a smug smile on his face at seeing Weir start to come undone. “Reason had nothing to do with it. Like I said earlier, you let your emotions rule you. It makes you a bad leader. I’m not the only one who thinks so I’m just the only one that will say it.”
Without either of them even realising it’s happened, Weir is standing in his personal space. Close enough that the he can feel the warm breath from her words on the skin of his neck. He’s not sure what happens next. Just that one minute they’re arguing and the next Weir’s sweet, soft mouth is on his, her tongue pushing through his closed lips, begging entrance. Shocked, he stumbled away but regained his composure in the blink of an eye.
“Sorry Dr. Weir but even I’m not that desperate.” He said, walking out of the room without so much of a backward glance.