Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Anuna]

I think that is quite okay. I believe I'll have a busy day tomorrow too, but I'll do my best to catch up - right now I'm trying to catch up with that pesky Big bang fic.

[Southern Red]

Cute story Torri and the grammar nazi is at your disposal. I bolded my corrections so you can see them better. Also I removed a few unneeded commas before the speaker tags. Sorry that makes it more difficult, but the teacher in me needs to point them out. Someday we'll talk about your attraction to exclamation points! Nobody else look. And for the record, I am continuously amazed at you guys who are not native speakers.

Spoiler:

„Uncle Roddy,uncle Roddy!“ Emma yelled while running down to Rodney McKay's lab. “uncle Roddy, see what I found…”
Rodney was just about to run tests for their new Atlantis intranet, when little Emma ran around the corner holding something up in her hands.
“Uncle Roddy!”
Her little legs brought her faster to Rodney's table than he thought and sometimes he really wondered how fast she was growing. However, as soon as Emma stood right by his feet he looked at her. She was holding something tiny in her fingers.
“Look at those funny balloonies!” the small one gasped. “I found all these in daddy's bed table but I can't blow them up!”
Sad she looked up to Rodney. She wanted him to help her but instead he just started to make a weird grimace.
“In your daddy's bed table you found them?” he repeated and Emma nodded.
“Daddy has so much more of them,” she pointed out and Rodney started to grin.
“Shall I show you where he hides them?” she asked and smiled. Rodney was her best friend and so she had to share everything with him. Even then when it was about stuff she shouldn’t know about.
“Sure!” McKay grinned cheekily and Emma reached for his hand to drag him with her. They were just about to leave the lab as John came in to search for Emma.
“Oh there you are, darling!” John smiled in relief, while looking at his little daughter. “I’m sorry Rodney; we lost sight of her. I hope she didn’t cause too much trouble in here!”
He gave Emma an observing look.
“Oh no no, don’t worry about it!” Rodney replied while hiding Emma's balloon behind his back. “We just had a funny discussion, that’s all!”
“Good! So c'mon now, Emma, Mommy made dinner!” John moved closer and grabbed his little girl's hand to take her with him. “We have spaghetti tonight!”
Emma loved noodles so she jumped and ran out of the lab without looking where her father was. With a smile on his lips John shook his head, walking towards the door.
“Oh John… before I forget…”
Nervously Rodney dried his left hand on his trousers. How should he tell him?
“Yeah?”
“Well… “ McKay started and John moved his eyebrow up. “Maybe… maybe you should hide these things better from your daughter!”
He held up the condom Emma gave him before and John's face immediately turned red. Ooooops.
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[Anuna]

*huggles SR* Sparky makes us be better in many things!

[Scary Kitty]

Critical Mass!

For anyone who's keeping track: Story by Brad Wright and Carl Binder, Script by Carl Binder, Directed by Andy Mikita.

So, it's another of those great gems by Binder. Go Carl!

To me, this episode is what Stargate Atlantis is supposed to be all about. Atlantis. The city, the people in the expedition. It's not about Team Shep alone. Everyone has a role to play in this story.

Apparently there was a great debate about Laura's hair being down for this episode. In the Air Force, regs apparently require all active on-duty members to wear their hair up at all times, but the producers found a way to allow Laura's hair to be down.

That's one of the things that annoys me about TPTB's handling of the show. They keep claiming that they do things like killing characters off to show "realism," yet they're hideously unrealistic for other things (like, in this case, military personnel following proper dress/grooming code; Sheppard's own hair is a borderline case). And don't even get me started about how we never saw Sheppard's dog tags again after "38 Minutes."

Remember why we love Hermiod? Because his attitude is just as obnoxious as Rodney, and in this case Kavanaugh, and yet we love his cool demeanor.

I miss Hermiod. One of the few beings to ever get Kavanaugh to shut up.

There is so much going on in Critical Mass, it's hard to make out all the dangers and action the first time around. However, when you go back and study it (as I had to do for this recap) you do find a few minor things to gripe and complain about. For example, Rodney mentions somewhat harshly in this scene it would be nice if SG-1 would have sent more than 'hey, there's a bomb on Atlantis' in their message...and yet somehow Elizabeth and John already know that the problem was caused by a Gou'uld operative working from within the Trust. Now was Rodney being sarcastic, did the Daedalus know more about who, but not how, or was it a failure in writing?

I'm guessing Rodney was being his typical sarcastic self here.

Also unspoken in this episode is the strong bond between John and Elizabeth. Again, with as much going on as there is, we don't have time for purposefully written 'bonding' scenes--so the quiet unity they share is more understated here. But that's why I like it. Because the actors share good chemistry and the relationship has been developed so strongly, the interaction between them is easy and realistic. This conversation about the possible suspects, for example, shows that ease, with John gently suggesting the possibilities go beyond Atlantis and Elizabeth implicitly trusting his judgment:

Exactly. This is what good character development should look like. So subtle and natural that the viewer doesn't even consciously notice it. Instead of dropping anvils of clunky dialogue on our heads.

Love she does this in front of him--like she's comfortable enough to worry with him there. Much of that is very much Elizabeth's civilian nature and the character's humanity, but you have to wonder--does she make the same gesture if it's Rodney, Ronan or Teyla? Or does she keep up a braver front?

Maybe it's my inner shipper talking, but it's all for John. She is comfortable with him. She can let her guard down with him because she knows that he's got her back.

What I find interesting about the Kavanaugh stuff, though, is how it's a little more complicated than just him being a jerk. Notice how he characterizes her in an earlier scene. Is Elizabeth's subsequent treatment of him motivated by the statement he makes? I would believe that Elizabeth's judgment can be fallible enough for her ego to be wounded by his words--but I'd be more willing to believe that he's touched on her darkest fear--that her actions will lead to the death of people she cares about and the destruction of Atlantis.

*nods* And this is a chain of thought that runs throughout Elizabeth's tenure on Atlantis. She cares about Atlantis and its people. She takes her duty to the expedition very seriously, to the point where she has literally sacrificed herself for the good of the expedition. I can definitely believe that her greatest fear is that she might do something wrong and Atlantis would pay the price for that mistake.

The death of Charan is tragically quiet and amazingly powerful, given the other goings on. The actress, Rachel Luttrell, and Paul McGillion did a wonderful job with this scene. I especially love the 'manly' attitude Carson takes here. He looks so durable, so strong--it's no wonder Teyla/Carson shippers exist. And it's amazing when you take an episode like this and then compare it to earlier Carson--such as his attitude in "The Storm".

More great, subtle character interactions that feel totally natural instead of forced. Speaking of Teyla/Carson, it was this episode that really convinced me it could be possible.

Scenes like these make me realize Rachel Luttrell is horribly underutilized. Look at how amazing she is here. And yet, to get the Ring ceremony in, they have to make Teyla appear a bit of a fool--stubbornly refusing to leave despite the danger. She does this again in Echoes, and both times I shake a fist at the writers for having to resort to character reduction in order to get Teyla's dramatic moments in.

Not to mention how she

Spoiler:

lets herself be captured by Michael in "The Kindred," so she can try to save Kanaan. *headdesk* I hate it when they make Teyla look stupid for the sake of a plot device. It's really sloppy writing.

As Teyla wraps up her song, the danger is over. You notice I mentioned a cop out, and I did believe there was one. That was the scene of John coming in to find out Ronan hadn't touched Kavanaugh. Now, I don't know if that was because the writers got really tetchy about someone actually being tortured, or because there are rules about torture in broadcast (doesn't seem likely) or because they just didn't want Ronan/John/Liz to have to go that far.

For me, it was a cop out. I wasn't looking for Ronan to string up Kavanaugh, but for nothing to happen? That, for me, detracted from the power of the decision Elizabeth made. Am I being too harsh, perhaps, or sadistic? Not really--just realistic. Even if Ronan hadn't used the knife, it would have been more dramatic to have Kavanaugh be pushed around a little. This way, everyone's hands are clean, save for Elizabeth's conscience.

I agree that it's unlikely there are such rules about torture in broadcast... just look at 24! On the other hand, this isn't 24, John, Elizabeth and Ronon aren't Jack Bauer, and the writers may have gotten a bit nervous at getting their heroes' hands dirty.

Do I think it was a cop out? Definitely. It's just too neat and clean, too sanitized.

We get a few humorous elements here--I do applaud the writers for bringing in a side-splitting moment with Zelenka looking as he did. It goes full circle to the idea that life goes on.

That was a great moment. It really helped to break up the tension at the end and let viewers relax.

Here in the Sparky thread we over and over again emphasize the bond they share, because that's what our hearts keen to. Yet, I don't think there's any denying in a more general sense that these two characters are handed some important, story defining moments together. Some may argue it's based on the fact that they are co-leaders, but many times these scenes, such as the final ones in Critical Mass, aren't about re-assessing battle strategies and command as you'd expect leaders to do. They're about who they are as people, and it seems to me they share a lot more of these moments than any other two characters in the series.

Well said!

[johnliz4ever]

Go for it darling! Doesn't have to be long, post it here under spoiler tags! I'm sure anyone can remember some anecdote of how they made their parents blush... and some of us have kids of their own.

Anyway... (I should be writing Big bang)

Spoiler:

"Daddy?"

"Yes Daniel?"

"Can I get an ice cream?" asked the three year old, aiming puppy eyes at his father.

"Young man, you already had two today. Therefore, the answer is no," answered the man with messy dark hair.

"But Daddy," the boy with matching looking hair frowned a bit.

"No 'buts', Daniel and no ice cream," answered the man. few people in the store threw their gazes at them as the man kept filling his shopping cart with fabric softener and diapers.

"Daddy please. A small one?" more puppy glances were directed at the exhausted looking father who sighed. A woman walked by and gave the man a sympathetic gaze. The man grinned back awkwardly, obviously aware he and his son were gaining audience.

"None, Daniel, we already broke your mom's rule. Besides, you'll get a cold," said the man pushing the cart further, hie eyes searching the shelves filled with various kinds of baby shampoos and baths.

" I won't get a cold," insisted the boy stubbornly, his voice turning slightly whiny. "Daddy please, i want an ice cream."

The man stopped his search for preferred kind of baby oil, giving his three year old son a firm look, trying to ignore five or maybe ten people who either looked at them or listened to their conversation.

"No, and that's a final word from your old man, Daniel Sheppard," said the man and started to push the cart forward.

The boy stood looking at him, folded his small hands over his chest, raised his chin - and his voice--

"Daddy, if you don't buy me an ice cream I'm gonna tell mommy you pee in the bathtub!"

If there was anyone not paying attention at the man and the boy, they got it now. The man stopped and closed his eyes, taking an exasperated sigh as the blush crept its way to his hairline.

"You'll get your ice cream... God, you're spending too much time with Rodney..."

Hehe, that's funny.

[Southern Red]

The lack of torture thing was not only a cop out, it was the writers not being able to resist throwing in yet another lame gag. Everything seems to be about the laughs with these guys. Even when they are dealing with a serious subject. I know this show isn't a heavy drama, or at least didn't start out to be. But it has become very bipolar in the last couple of years. One minute they are desperately trying to save all their lives and the next they're doing an Abbott and Costello routine.

Don't get me wrong. I love the comedy in this show. That's one of the few things I have left to enjoy, but I'm a little tired of these guys making it all about the cheap laughs. *stops now* Back to your regularly scheduled Sparky.

And this episode was a perfect example of how Sparky works, but personally and professionally.

[Torri012]

Cute story Torri and the grammar nazi is at your disposal. I bolded my corrections so you can see them better. Also I removed a few unneeded commas before the speaker tags. Sorry that makes it more difficult, but the teacher in me needs to point them out. Someday we'll talk about your attraction to exclamation points! Nobody else look. And for the record, I am continuously amazed at you guys who are not native speakers.

Spoiler:

„Uncle Roddy,uncle Roddy!“ Emma yelled while running down to Rodney McKay's lab. “uncle Roddy, see what I found…”
Rodney was just about to run tests for their new Atlantis intranet, when little Emma ran around the corner holding something up in her hands.
“Uncle Roddy!”
Her little legs brought her faster to Rodney's table than he thought and sometimes he really wondered how fast she was growing. However, as soon as Emma stood right by his feet he looked at her. She was holding something tiny in her fingers.
“Look at those funny balloonies!” the small one gasped. “I found all these in daddy's bed table but I can't blow them up!”
Sad she looked up to Rodney. She wanted him to help her but instead he just started to make a weird grimace.
“In your daddy's bed table you found them?” he repeated and Emma nodded.
“Daddy has so much more of them,” she pointed out and Rodney started to grin.
“Shall I show you where he hides them?” she asked and smiled. Rodney was her best friend and so she had to share everything with him. Even then when it was about stuff she shouldn’t know about.
“Sure!” McKay grinned cheekily and Emma reached for his hand to drag him with her. They were just about to leave the lab as John came in to search for Emma.
“Oh there you are, darling!” John smiled in relief, while looking at his little daughter. “I’m sorry Rodney; we lost sight of her. I hope she didn’t cause too much trouble in here!”
He gave Emma an observing look.
“Oh no no, don’t worry about it!” Rodney replied while hiding Emma's balloon behind his back. “We just had a funny discussion, that’s all!”
“Good! So c'mon now, Emma, Mommy made dinner!” John moved closer and grabbed his little girl's hand to take her with him. “We have spaghetti tonight!”
Emma loved noodles so she jumped and ran out of the lab without looking where her father was. With a smile on his lips John shook his head, walking towards the door.
“Oh John… before I forget…”
Nervously Rodney dried his left hand on his trousers. How should he tell him?
“Yeah?”
“Well… “ McKay started and John moved his eyebrow up. “Maybe… maybe you should hide these things better from your daughter!”
He held up the condom Emma gave him before and John's face immediately turned red. Ooooops.
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awwww - thanks SR *gives a big fat cuddel*
but you know what, my boyfriend did read over it too and found the same mistakes *rofl* i edited my post before already but you still got the original crapy one of me which you corrected too *ooops* however, thanks so much for doing it i hope its fine now for livejournal

[johnliz4ever]

Oh I just read how Torri needs an idea for a fanfic. Okay, here's a little challange for everyone, since all of us can write such lovely comments, okay? Write a drabble, that would be sufficient. Your theme is - ways in which kids can make their parents embarrassed. You can do sparky baby or kidlet drabble or you can write sparky meeting as kids drabble. Go go go!

EDIT: go vote our dear Elizabeth: http://forum.gateworld.net/showthrea...25#post8352025

Well this isn't particularly good and the plot is kinda homaged from Rugrats but I think it's sweet.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard placed a cup of juice next to his four year old daughter as she sat colouring in her pictures. Despite being only four, Mia Sheppard was already a talented little mite when it came to art.
John kissed his daughter on the head,

“What are you colouring baby?”

“Picture” She said without even looking up. When she got started on something she really got stuck in.

“Can Daddy see it?”

Reluctantly Mia turned round and nodded, passing John the picture.

John sat down on the floor and looked at the picture. He could clearly see that it was a picture of himself, a pregnant Elizabeth and Mia.

“That's really good baby”

Mia moved from her seat and sat on John's lap

“Daddy can I ask you a question?”

John nodded and he placed his daughter black hair behind her ears before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Where do babies come from?”

John nearly choked on his coffee and set it to one side, still coughing.

“What?”

Mia looked up at him, her face a picture of innocence.

“Babies, where do they come from?”

John rubbed his neck and thought carefully about his answer.

“Well, they come from their Mummy's tummy, like you did”

Mia cocked her head slightly

“How do they get there?”

John secretly wondered whether his, picture of innocence, daughter was torturing him on purpose.

“Well, when a Mummy and Daddy decide they want a baby. Like when me and Mummy decided we wanted you and your bother we decided to..” John paused and closed his eyes “...we called the stork”

Mia's eyes widened.

“What's a stork?”

John sighed, this was pure torture.

“It's a big ugly bird with feathers, it brings babies”

Mia nodded slowly and looked down for a moment before looking back up at her father in alarm.

“You said babies came from Mummy's tummy. How do they get there if a Stork brings babies?”

John nodded slowly and stuttered for a moment

“You know, I'm not really sure. That's something you should ask Mummy when she finishes working”

Mia nodded slowly

“Okay Daddy”

Mia kissed John's cheek before jumping off his lap and going back to her colouring.
John sat watching her fore a moment for sighing. Elizabeth was going to kill him.

[Anuna]

Well this isn't particularly good and the plot is kinda homaged from Rugrats but I think it's sweet.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard placed a cup of juice next to his four year old daughter as she sat colouring in her pictures. Despite being only four, Mia Sheppard was already a talented little mite when it came to art.
John kissed his daughter on the head,

“What are you colouring baby?”

“Picture” She said without even looking up. When she got started on something she really got stuck in.

“Can Daddy see it?”

Reluctantly Mia turned round and nodded, passing John the picture.

John sat down on the floor and looked at the picture. He could clearly see that it was a picture of himself, a pregnant Elizabeth and Mia.

“That's really good baby”

Mia moved from her seat and sat on John's lap

“Daddy can I ask you a question?”

John nodded and he placed his daughter black hair behind her ears before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Where do babies come from?”

John nearly choked on his coffee and set it to one side, still coughing.

“What?”

Mia looked up at him, her face a picture of innocence.

“Babies, where do they come from?”

John rubbed his neck and thought carefully about his answer.

“Well, they come from their Mummy's tummy, like you did”

Mia cocked her head slightly

“How do they get there?”

John secretly wondered whether his, picture of innocence, daughter was torturing him on purpose.

“Well, when a Mummy and Daddy decide they want a baby. Like when me and Mummy decided we wanted you and your bother we decided to..” John paused and closed his eyes “...we called the stork”

Mia's eyes widened.

“What's a stork?”

John sighed, this was pure torture.

“It's a big ugly bird with feathers, it brings babies”

Mia nodded slowly and looked down for a moment before looking back up at her father in alarm.

“You said babies came from Mummy's tummy. How do they get there if a Stork brings babies?”

John nodded slowly and stuttered for a moment

“You know, I'm not really sure. That's something you should ask Mummy when she finishes working”

Mia nodded slowly

“Okay Daddy”

Mia kissed John's cheek before jumping off his lap and going back to her colouring.
John sat watching her fore a moment for sighing. Elizabeth was going to kill him.

Oh DAAAMN!! That was brilliant!

About the torture issue - I hoped there would be a torture back when I first watched this episode - not because I'm sadistic but because OMG how would they deal with that later? It takes guts, as a writer, to write sothat and make your characters look bad, because they wanted to do the right thing. You know, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. This is how you make your show truly dark. And you can keep the humor too, which would make it even darker. But it takes guts and those guys don't ahve it.

That's why Atlantis will never be Battlestar Galactica.

Okay, back to regular programming.

[Falcon Horus]

Well this isn't particularly good and the plot is kinda homaged from Rugrats but I think it's sweet.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard placed a cup of juice next to his four year old daughter as she sat colouring in her pictures. Despite being only four, Mia Sheppard was already a talented little mite when it came to art.
John kissed his daughter on the head,

“What are you colouring baby?”

“Picture” She said without even looking up. When she got started on something she really got stuck in.

“Can Daddy see it?”

Reluctantly Mia turned round and nodded, passing John the picture.

John sat down on the floor and looked at the picture. He could clearly see that it was a picture of himself, a pregnant Elizabeth and Mia.

“That's really good baby”

Mia moved from her seat and sat on John's lap

“Daddy can I ask you a question?”

John nodded and he placed his daughter black hair behind her ears before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Where do babies come from?”

John nearly choked on his coffee and set it to one side, still coughing.

“What?”

Mia looked up at him, her face a picture of innocence.

“Babies, where do they come from?”

John rubbed his neck and thought carefully about his answer.

“Well, they come from their Mummy's tummy, like you did”

Mia cocked her head slightly

“How do they get there?”

John secretly wondered whether his, picture of innocence, daughter was torturing him on purpose.

“Well, when a Mummy and Daddy decide they want a baby. Like when me and Mummy decided we wanted you and your bother we decided to..” John paused and closed his eyes “...we called the stork”

Mia's eyes widened.

“What's a stork?”

John sighed, this was pure torture.

“It's a big ugly bird with feathers, it brings babies”

Mia nodded slowly and looked down for a moment before looking back up at her father in alarm.

“You said babies came from Mummy's tummy. How do they get there if a Stork brings babies?”

John nodded slowly and stuttered for a moment

“You know, I'm not really sure. That's something you should ask Mummy when she finishes working”

Mia nodded slowly

“Okay Daddy”

Mia kissed John's cheek before jumping off his lap and going back to her colouring.
John sat watching her fore a moment for sighing. Elizabeth was going to kill him.

Oh yeah... He's dead man.

[Eri13]

I think that is quite okay. I believe I'll have a busy day tomorrow too, but I'll do my best to catch up - right now I'm trying to catch up with that pesky Big bang fic.

dear Anuna, you do whatever you can! We enjoy any interaction from you because it's all brilliant.

*nods* And this is a chain of thought that runs throughout Elizabeth's tenure on Atlantis. She cares about Atlantis and its people. She takes her duty to the expedition very seriously, to the point where she has literally sacrificed herself for the good of the expedition. I can definitely believe that her greatest fear is that she might do something wrong and Atlantis would pay the price for that mistake.

SEASON FOUR DISCUSSION ALERT *do not click if you do not believe in S4*

Spoiler:

It really does lead up to how she was written out, right? If you consider her and John's fear about her being 'reactivated', they were on the same page because both were afraid of what her being half-replicator would do to Atlantis. And in the end, her decision to help in "Lifeline" was because she could save the city without putting them at risk.

This discussion makes me sad. I'm not going to talk about it anymore. *denies S4*

More great, subtle character interactions that feel totally natural instead of forced. Speaking of Teyla/Carson, it was this episode that really convinced me it could be possible.

Yes--Teyla and Carson always had a great friendship, but his attention to her here was really sweet. And I do have to ask--where was John for her? This is the stuff that irks me. If that's going to be canon's chosen ship, there should have been a scene with John at least talking to Teyla! Not to mention why wasn't Ronan involved somehow? He should have been there too, as her closest friend.

The lack of torture thing was not only a cop out, it was the writers not being able to resist throwing in yet another lame gag. Everything seems to be about the laughs with these guys. Even when they are dealing with a serious subject. I know this show isn't a heavy drama, or at least didn't start out to be. But it has become very bipolar in the last couple of years. One minute they are desperately trying to save all their lives and the next they're doing an Abbott and Costello routine.

Don't get me wrong. I love the comedy in this show. That's one of the few things I have left to enjoy, but I'm a little tired of these guys making it all about the cheap laughs. *stops now* Back to your regularly scheduled Sparky.

And this episode was a perfect example of how Sparky works, but personally and professionally.

Oh DAAAMN!! That was brilliant!

About the torture issue - I hoped there would be a torture back when I first watched this episode - not because I'm sadistic but because OMG how would they deal with that later? It takes guts, as a writer, to write sothat and make your characters look bad, because they wanted to do the right thing. You know, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. This is how you make your show truly dark. And you can keep the humor too, which would make it even darker. But it takes guts and those guys don't ahve it.

That's why Atlantis will never be Battlestar Galactica.

Okay, back to regular programming.

Seems like torture discussion is regular programming! Yes, I felt too that it was a gutsy move that they weren't willing to take--look at how much of a fuss they made over John's actions in The Eye. They were quite worried people's perspectives of John would change because he went commando. Instead, it built up his character. I don't think allowing torture would have built up anyone's character, but the pathos that could have come from knowing it happened could have been a part of future episodes and a good character building point.

And yet, we also tend to forget that they made similar decisions in Condemned and no one remembers that scenario in the future. So it just seems to be 'heat of the moment' type stuff--it works in the episode but it's a standalone issue, and not brought up directly again.

[LiliJ]

Oh, are we writing kiddie fic today? I'm no good at that - so much better at angst than fluff! Ah well.

Here's the poem I promised. It's not that great, but it's my first sparky poem. Hope you like it regardless! It was inspired by that scene in Liz's bedroom in "The Return, Part 1".

Goodbye

He came to say goodbye.

Not in so many words,
Of course.
But it felt like goodbye
Even so.

I had been packing my
Memories away,
Misery making me
Defiant.

And suddenly
He was there
As though my soul
Called out to him

My breath caught
And I was sure he
Could hear my
Heart thump.

Meaningless words drifted
Through a sorrowful
Sparkling divide
And my heart ached for him.

He could not have come
Just to discuss arrangements
After all we had
Been through together...

And yet I adored his
Stubborness, his refusal
To reveal his feelings.
His solidarity balances my passion.

So we stood there,
Talking, and yet not saying
A thing, while the silence
Of words unsaid rang in my ears.

Then our meaningless chatter
Stopped too, and in
The pause I realised
His goodbye.

My heart broke, but
Through the pain I
Said not a word.
And neither did he.

We stood, islands of emotion,
Staring at each other across
A yawning divide
That I was unable to cross.

There was nothing I could say.

And then it was over.
He mumbled and was gone,
Leaving me alone to grieve
For all that might have been.

For all that will never be.

Goodbye, John.

[SMB_BOOKS]

Oh, are we writing kiddie fic today? I'm no good at that - so much better at angst than fluff! Ah well.

Here's the poem I promised. It's not that great, but it's my first sparky poem. Hope you like it regardless! It was inspired by that scene in Liz's bedroom in "The Return, Part 1".

Goodbye

He came to say goodbye.

Not in so many words,
Of course.
But it felt like goodbye
Even so.

I had been packing my
Memories away,
Misery making me
Defiant.

And suddenly
He was there
As though my soul
Called out to him

My breath caught
And I was sure he
Could hear my
Heart thump.

Meaningless words drifted
Through a sorrowful
Sparkling divide
And my heart ached for him.

He could not have come
Just to discuss arrangements
After all we had
Been through together...

And yet I adored his
Stubborness, his refusal
To reveal his feelings.
His solidarity balances my passion.

So we stood there,
Talking, and yet not saying
A thing, while the silence
Of words unsaid rang in my ears.

Then our meaningless chatter
Stopped too, and in
The pause I realised
His goodbye.

My heart broke, but
Through the pain I
Said not a word.
And neither did he.

We stood, islands of emotion,
Staring at each other across
A yawning divide
That I was unable to cross.

There was nothing I could say.

And then it was over.
He mumbled and was gone,
Leaving me alone to grieve
For all that might have been.

For all that will never be.

Goodbye, John.

YIKES - that's really good! Sad and beautiful all at the same time. Thank you for sharing with us!

[LiliJ]

Hehe *blushes* thanks! Yes, I majored in angst at the university in the Kingdom of Eternal Optimism (home of the J/S shippers)!

I can write better though...

[Eri13]

Oh, are we writing kiddie fic today? I'm no good at that - so much better at angst than fluff! Ah well.

Here's the poem I promised. It's not that great, but it's my first sparky poem. Hope you like it regardless! It was inspired by that scene in Liz's bedroom in "The Return, Part 1".

Goodbye

He came to say goodbye.

Not in so many words,
Of course.
But it felt like goodbye
Even so.

I had been packing my
Memories away,
Misery making me
Defiant.

And suddenly
He was there
As though my soul
Called out to him

My breath caught
And I was sure he
Could hear my
Heart thump.

Meaningless words drifted
Through a sorrowful
Sparkling divide
And my heart ached for him.

He could not have come
Just to discuss arrangements
After all we had
Been through together...

And yet I adored his
Stubborness, his refusal
To reveal his feelings.
His solidarity balances my passion.

So we stood there,
Talking, and yet not saying
A thing, while the silence
Of words unsaid rang in my ears.

Then our meaningless chatter
Stopped too, and in
The pause I realised
His goodbye.

My heart broke, but
Through the pain I
Said not a word.
And neither did he.

We stood, islands of emotion,
Staring at each other across
A yawning divide
That I was unable to cross.

There was nothing I could say.

And then it was over.
He mumbled and was gone,
Leaving me alone to grieve
For all that might have been.

For all that will never be.

Goodbye, John.

Wow! I'm blown away! That was awesome!

People who can write poetry that flows like that--I'm so jealous...