Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[drewandian]

No worries, I'll take enough pics
Which reminds me that I still have to upload my pics from Chevron *headdesk*
I'm gonna do that right now and post the link...

good good...I try so hard but just can't get good pics no matter what I try...

"Tonsils!" LMAO!

Mr. SR's got a plan. That is so awesome! You've trained him well.



Gah, I've got a pretty decent camera, but my con photos never seem to come out well.

*joins in the flailing*

I literally just bought a new camera, mine died YEARS ago. I suppose reading the manual before Shore Leave would be helpful...

[Probie]

New colleagues are very important

I just checked my agenda and I only have one free weekend in August (see how busy I am). The weekend of the 28th and 29th. You could come by on friday if you'd like as I can stop earlier from work then. That way we can make it into a longer weekend

I have free weekend in july. I can take a day for the travel and be there for the week end. But 28th is also good for me.

[KrisRussel]

Another fic I'm working on... well, first chapter anyway... not sure yet where I'm going with this. But it's Christmas inspired again
Please let me know your honest thoughts! Thx!
I need to post it in two parts as there are too many characters for one post *eyeroll*

Spoiler:

Part 01: Dinner


A thin white layer of snow covered Washington and Elizabeth could barely keep her eyes off it. It had been nearly three years since she had seen snow because living in a city that floated in the ocean on the equator of a beautiful warm blue planet didn't give her many opportunities to experience a real winter. The downside to living in a tropical climate was that she wasn't used to the cold anymore, so she pulled her sweater a bit tighter around her, even though she was standing in a warm living room that was heated by a blazing fire in the fireplace.

"How long can you keep staring outside?"

Turning to her mother, Elizabeth smiled softly. "Sorry, the place where I work doesn't have a real winter. It's been a while since I've seen so much snow."

Her brother walked in, carrying his one year old daughter. "Count yourself lucky, sis."

Elizabeth's smile grew and she opened her arms so she could take Lilly over from Nick. "It does have its prerogatives."

She pulled a silly face to the toddler and the little girl squealed in delight. It only made Elizabeth's smile grow.

"I just call it luck." Nick grinned and slouched in the couch. "Mom, Debbie's asking for you in the kitchen. She kicked me out."

Angela Weir rolled her eyes. "Men should learn to stay out of the kitchen."

"Women should learn to work together with men." He hollered after her while she walked out of the room.

"I have no problem working together with men." Elizabeth pointed out as she pulled another face towards her niece.

"Just wait 'till you marry one." Nick threw back and Elizabeth rolled her eyes. He grinned at the way their mother and Elizabeth looked alike at times they faked annoyance. "So... talk about marriage, how's that Colonel of yours doing?"

Elizabeth gave her brother a weird look and then cast her eyes back to the girl in her arms. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Nick's grin grew. "Come on, sis. You can do better than that. You constantly talk about him."

That comment got awarded with an offended glare. "I do not!"

His grin grew conspiring. "Sure you do."

Another glare was cast his way. "I'll better see what mom and Debbie are up too."

As she walked out of the room, dropping Lilly back into Nick's arms, he couldn't help himself when he called after her. "If you avoid the subject, that really means there's more going on, sis."



Before Elizabeth fully walked into the kitchen, she stayed in the doorway for a couple of moments, staring at the scene. Her 5 year old nephew, Jason, was seated on a barstool, battering the dough for all he was worth. Her sister-in-law was standing in front of the stove, stirring in two large pots at the same time while her mother was rummaging through the fridge, clearly looking for something she couldn't seem to find.

It had been a long time since Elizabeth had seen Earth as her home, but seeing a scene like this, during the holidays, made her realize how much she actually missed the family-feeling she always had when returning here, it was the only thing she was homesick for when in Atlantis, no matter how much the people there had become her family.

Shaking the reverie off, she stepped inside the kitchen and gave the hectic scene a raised eyebrow. "Anything I can help with?"

"No, sweetheart." Her mother answered with her head still somewhere in the fridge. "You just go relax and enjoy the few days off you have."

"Maybe I can set the table?" Elizabeth offered. Right now she was feeling useless and she hated that feeling.

"No, Nick already said he'd do that."

Letting out a silent groan, Elizabeth walked back out of the kitchen while mumbling. "I'll just go back to watching the snow then."



The snow was falling again, gently falling out of a darkening sky. Following a single snowflake with just her eyes, Elizabeth was still amazed at how much she had actually missed real snow. When she'd still been working and living in Washington, she had cursed every snowy winter, because traffic was stuck even more than usual, roads were slippery, the gooey black mash that stayed behind was simply disgusting, she had to clean off the snow of her car every time she needed to go somewhere and for so many more reasons. Now none of those things mattered, now it just looked amazingly beautiful as it covered trees and bushes and lawns. The kids would go out in the morning after opening their presents to build a snowman and life would feel good.

She sighed as a sudden bound of homesickness hit her hard. Last Christmas had been celebrated in Atlantis, in t-shirts and with cold drinks. It had been so different, but it had been an absolute blast. They had laughed, traded presents of no value and eaten until the early hours of the morning.

She and John had ended up on the balcony outside of the control room, talking about nothing in particular and simply enjoying each others company.

"Hey, sis, you still on this planet?"

"No worries, I'm back." She said with a smile. "You sure you don't need help with the table?"

Nick shook his head. "The one thing I'm allowed to do tonight, I can do alone. You just keep staring at the snow some more."

"Oh, come one. You know I don't like feeling useless." She tried.

"I know." He answered without hesitation. "But if mom sees I'm letting you work on the few days off you have, she'll kick my ass."

Elizabeth gave him a grin. "You're probably right. I'll just go to my room to get a book. I'll be right back."

Nick nodded as he balanced a couple of wine glasses in his hand.



The room was still exactly the same as she had left it so many years ago when she had moved out. The frames held pictures of old friends and young looking people. It still smelled the same too, of old mahogany and old carpets. She had always sort of loved the smell. Some old toys that she never had the heart to get rid off were stashed on a shelf. Dozens of books covered one side of the room, ranging from politics and law to fauna and flora and from Mark Twain to Stephen King. She had only taken a couple of them with her to college and had build a whole new collection from then on.

Flopping down on the bed, she stared at the ceiling. A faint handprint was visible and she still remembered the day she put it on there like it was yesterday, even though she had only been eight at the time and a complete tomboy.

All those years ago, for some still unknown reason, it seemed cool to her to have handprints on her ceiling, so she emptied her small wooden desk and managed to drag the furniture on her bed. The chair that came with the desk was up next as she hoisted it on top of the desk. The contraption was deadly, but to her it was just another challenge. First she painted her hands black and then she climbed the wobbly tower. She managed, though barely, to put one handprint on the ceiling before the chair began sliding off the desk. All little Elizabeth could do at that moment was obey to the ancient rule of gravity but it was her lucky day, as she only got away with a serious bump on her head and a strained wrist.

She smiled at the memory. Her father had ran into her room because of all the noise and she had crawled into the safety of his arms, crying more out of shock than pain and at the same time bragging about the handprint on the ceiling. Her father had laughed, which made her forget about the pain and made her laugh too. It was at times like these that she still missed him so very much.

The sound of the doorbell brought her out of her daydreams and she wondered who it could be on a night like this. Her family was already here and even salesmen would be spending this night with their families or friends.

Being curious in nature, she got up and walked downstairs, wanting to know who'd be at her mother's door on Christmas Eve.

Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. It couldn't be. The laughter that came from the living room sounded incredibly familiar and butterflies rose up in her stomach. It couldn't be him. He had told her last year that he didn't really like Christmas because it brought back bad memories and he had stayed in Atlantis now to keep an eye on things. She carefully peered around the corner and her eyes widened. Colonel John Sheppard was being hugged by her mother of all people while her nephew clung around his leg.

"John?" She asked, barely believing her own eyes.

He turned to her with a grin that eradicated all doubt that it actually was him. "Hey, Lizbeth."

"What are you doing here?" Her surprise was still obvious.

Her mother glared at her. "Elizabeth! Is that any way to treat our guest?"

"It's ok." John said with a smirk. "I think our surprise really worked."

"Are you serious? But you told me you'd stay in At... the base."

"In at the base?" Angela said with a raised eyebrow. "I think you should work on your English again, my dear. Now, I'll leave you two alone so John can explain what he's doing here."

They watched her leave with a pouting kid in tow and John turned back to Elizabeth. "Your mom invited me and she wanted to keep it a surprise. I got back this morning and barely made it here on time cause Landry expected a full debriefing."

"Did you tell him you were coming here?"

"Course not. My personal business is my business." He said with a smirk and Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief.

"Well, I'm glad you're here."

He gave her a nod. "So am I."

"You must be the famous John Sheppard."

John turned to the man and smiled. "Famous? Didn't know Elizabeth talked about me that much."

"She can't shut up about you." Nick grinned evily and Elizabeth gave him a glare.

"Nick!"

Her brother just grinned some more.

"So, I assume you're Nick Weir, Elizabeth's younger brother?"

"Guilty as charged." Nick said as the men shook hands while his family walked into he room.

"You already met my oldest son, Jason."

"Sure did." John answered and hi-fived the kid.

"This is my amazing wife, Debbie."

"Nice to meet you." John said and shook her hand.

"And this our youngest." Nick continued, pointing at the girl attached to her grandmother's legs. "Lilly."

John crouched down and waved to her. "Hi Lilly, nice to meet you. You have a beautiful name, you know that?"

Lilly giggled and hid herself further.

"She's also a bit shy towards new people." Debbie explained.

"I kinda noticed that." John said with a smile as he stood up again. "So," He continued as he turned to Angela. "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Don't be silly." Angela waved her hands. "You're my guest, you don't have to do anything besides have a good time."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes while John laughed. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

"Good. Now Elizabeth, why don't you show John to the guestroom."

"He's staying the night?" Elizabeth asked surprised.

"Of course he is." Angela said, sounding almost offended, and walked back into the kitchen.

TBC

[KrisRussel]

part 2 of chapter 1:

Spoiler:

"So, when did she ask you?"

John put his bag down on the ground and looked around the room. "She send me a letter a couple of weeks ago. How many bedrooms are there in this place?"

"Five."

"Five?" John asked surprised. "The house doesn't look that big from the outside."

"The architect was a genius." She deadpanned and John laughed.

"I don't doubt that."

"Come on." She bopped her head towards the hallway. "I'll show you the closest bathroom."

"Where do you sleep?" he asked as they walked out of his room.

She pointed to the door across from his room. "Right there. Mom is on the end of the hallway, Nick and Debbie are on my side of the hallway and the kids are on yours."

"Well, at least you're close." He grinned innocently. "Now, where's that bathroom?"



By the time they had made it down again, the others were sitting in the livingroom, clearly waiting for them before opening the champagne.

"John, would you do the honors?" Angela asked as she pointed to the bottle.

John nodded, took the bottle in his hands and carefully opened it. He filled all the glasses and then sat down next to Elizabeth on the couch.

"To family and friends." Angela said as she raised her glass.

The others joined in the toast and glasses clinked.

"So, who's in charge?" Elizabeth asked to John as she noticed the others of her family had started talking about Jason's soccer practice.

"McKay." John answered.

Elizabeth eyes grew wide. "You're kidding right?"

John grinned. "Yeah, I am. I put Teyla in charge with Lorne as back-up."

Letting out a relieved breath, she glared at him. "That wasn't funny."

"It so was."



Some time later they were all seated around the dinner table. Angela was sitting at the head of the table. Elizabeth and Nick were sitting next to her. Next to Elizabeth was John and than Debbie. The kids were next to Nick, with Lilly across from John and Jason across from Debbie.

The night slowly progressed and they talked, laughed and enjoyed each other's company.



"I'll get another bottle of wine." Elizabeth said when she noticed the bottle was empty.

"I need to go to the bathroom." John said next.

The both of them got up and walked to the dining room exit.
"Mistletoe!" Nick yelled out of the blue and grinned at John and Elizabeth who looked at him in shock.

Elizabeth looked up and was surprised to actually see a branch of the stuff hanging right above John and her.

"Since when do we hang mistletoe?" She asked her brother with a glare.

"What better year to start with a new tradition?" He asked in return. "So, come on!"

John gave Elizabeth an uncomfortable and nervous look and she was sure her face mirrored the same expressions.

"Right." He mumbled and licked his lips before gently putting his hand on her arm and leaning closer.

Elizabeth held her breath. They were barely ever this close, but when they were, her heart always seemed to stop for a beat.

His lips carefully touched her cheek and the sensation was almost overwhelming. On one hand she was disappointed his lips hadn't landed on hers, on the other, she was very relieved that hadn't happened.

"Oh, come on!" Nick protested. "Mistletoe is supposed to make you kiss, not make you say hello."

"I agree with my son." Angela pipped in and instantly received a glare from her daughter.

"We have little choice." John whispered. "They'll keep badgering us."

She gave him a look that let him know she agreed... although reluctantly.

He seemed to inch closer to her ever so slow and as his lips gently touched hers, she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation and the many feelings it erupted in her.

She had no idea how long they stayed fused together like that, but when he let go, she thought it hadn't lasted long enough and she wanted more. It suddenly dawned on her that she wanted this man and had wanted him for quite a long time now.

For a moment they stared in each other's eyes and were totally lost. It told her that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

But then she cast her eyes away and took a step back.

"I was going to kitchen." She whispered, more to remind herself than him.

"Bathroom." He pointed to the hallway and they walked towards their separate destinations without looking back.

Nick let out a sigh and slumped in his chair. "This is never going to work."

"Give them some time." Angela said. "I think they're only now realizing their feelings for each other."

"I think so too." Debbie agreed.



Elizabeth was standing in the kitchen, hands on the counter, wine forgotten. What had just happened with John had opened her eyes. In the moment their lips had met, her entire possible future with him had flashed before her eyes. Their first night together, a marriage in the gateroom of Atlantis, a son with his hair and her eyes, then a daughter with her eyes and hair but his carefree attitude, growing old together in Atlantis, holding her granddaughter in her arms with John still by her side. What she had always denied herself was now the thing she wanted most: a life together and a family with one of the people that worked for her.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?"

Elizabeth straightened herself and turned to her mother. "Yes."

"Don't lie to me."

She sighed and wiped a hand over her face. "Why did you invite him?"

"Because he's a friend of yours."

"I have a lot of friends."

"Because you love him, but keep denying it."

Her mother had always been honest like that, she should be used to it by now...

"I don't..."

"See... you just proved my point."

"Mom!"

"Elizabeth, please. Nick and I aren't blind, we see the way you talk about him. Your eyes light up in a way we've never seen before, not even when you were together with Simon. You should see yourself when you're here and talking on the phone with him. He makes you happy and I think you make him happy too."

"Mom, it's difficult."

"Because he works for you?"

Elizabeth nodded, staring outside again. The snow had stopped falling now.

"Then you have to decide what is most important to you. Your own rule that you don't date people that work for you, or your happiness... and his."

Elizabeth sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. It wasn't that easy.

"It's not that easy."

"I know." Angela agreed. "But it's your life, Elizabeth. Do you really want to spend it alone?"

With that Angela walked out of the kitchen and Elizabeth sighed. It really wasn't that easy.



As Elizabeth walked back into the dining room, John was already back in his seat. They shared a small, uncomfortable smile when Elizabeth sat back down next to him and put the bottle of wine on the table.

For a moment everyone around the table stayed quiet, like they were holding their breaths, almost like they were waiting for a reaction from either of them.

When both Elizabeth and John stayed quiet and avoided each others eyes as much as they could, Nick let out an inaudible sigh and gave his mother a 'they are impossible' look.

Angela shrugged and started an inane conversation about the current political situation.



It was long passed midnight and almost everyone had gone to bed, besides Angela, Elizabeth and John. They were seated in the living room again, telling Angela stories about Atlantis, without revealing any of the classified information, which meant they mostly talked about their colleagues and about the local population they worked closely together with.

Angela was laughing with something John had told about McKay when Elizabeth yawned long and hard.

He gave her a soft smile. "I think it's time for bed."

Angela nodded. "Yes, it has been a long day."

Looking at her watch, Elizabeth seemed surprised by what it told her. "Time sure does fly."

As Elizabeth got up from the couch, John did the same. Angela couldn't hide a small smile at the way they unconsciously moved in sync.

Elizabeth bend down and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight, mom, I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

John just gave her a wave. "Angela, thanks again for everything. And I'll see you in the morning. Around what time should I be downstairs?"

"Elizabeth knows. Goodnight, John."

Giving her a nod, he followed Elizabeth up the stairs and caught up with her before she entered her room.

"Lizbeth, your mom said I should ask you what time we need to be up."

She gave him a smile as she opened the door to her room. "Nick told me that the kids would wake up the entire house."

"Ah." John grinned knowingly. "Alright. I'll see you in the morning then."

She gave him a nod and he turned to his own room.

"John?"

He turned back to her. "Yeah?"

"I'm really glad you're here."

His smile grew and she was sure a blush settled on his cheeks, but it could just be the light.

"I'm really glad I came."

Her smile grew too. "Goodnight, John."

"Goodnight, Lizbeth."

[KrisRussel]

I have free weekend in july. I can take a day for the travel and be there for the week end. But 28th is also good for me.

I'm spending half of July in the US, so my bf is going to kill me if I get someone to stay over the weekend after I return
So yeah, August would be better for me. If it fits for you of course.

I literally just bought a new camera, mine died YEARS ago. I suppose reading the manual before Shore Leave would be helpful...

Reading a manual is always a good thing to do

[Southern Red]

KrisRussel, that fic was just awwwww. I love the ones with Elizabeth's family and I love it when they matchmake them.

[KrisRussel]

KrisRussel, that fic was just awwwww. I love the ones with Elizabeth's family and I love it when they matchmake them.

*grins* Thank you!! And there's more to come

[Probie]

Kris: Ok for august. I just have to think how I will come. Train, plane, car, bus. It's a good thing because I have friend in germany. Maybe I will go to see her. I can't wait.lol
Can't wait to see the next fic and the pics of Torri.

[Southern Red]

Have you guys seen the Hunkies? This is fun and we must vote. Just click on the pic and then the star (1-5 stars) under the pic to vote. You can only vote once so we need to support our hunk. Hee.

[drewandian]

Kris I want more please! the fic is sweet!

[Probie]

Have you guys seen the Hunkies? This is fun and we must vote. Just click on the pic and then the star (1-5 stars) under the pic to vote. You can only vote once so we need to support our hunk. Hee.

Joe or David James Elliott or Mark Harmon? Hard to choose..........

[drewandian]

Joe or David James Elliott or Mark Harmon? Hard to choose..........

I had a hard time choosing too...did you SEE JR's eyes in his pic!? *swoon*

[KrisRussel]

Have you guys seen the Hunkies? This is fun and we must vote. Just click on the pic and then the star (1-5 stars) under the pic to vote. You can only vote once so we need to support our hunk. Hee.

Joe is in second place after... Michael Shanks!! Come on people, we have to get Joe to nr. 1! He can't end up after Michael!!

Kris: Ok for august. I just have to think how I will come. Train, plane, car, bus. It's a good thing because I have friend in germany. Maybe I will go to see her. I can't wait.lol
Can't wait to see the next fic and the pics of Torri.

You have a friend in Germany? If she lives close to Bonn, maybe you could visit her next week and then come to Fedcon to see Joe
The pics are almost online, but there are many of them

Kris I want more please! the fic is sweet!

Thx!! And I'm working on more

[Probie]

I had a hard time choosing too...did you SEE JR's eyes in his pic!? *swoon*

Thanks dre, now I have to choose between Joe, David, Mark and JR. You're not helping.lol

Joe is in second place after... Michael Shanks!! Come on people, we have to get Joe to nr. 1! He can't end up after Michael!!

You have a friend in Germany? If she lives close to Bonn, maybe you could visit her next week and then come to Fedcon to see Joe
The pics are almost online, but there are many of them



Thx!! And I'm working on more

She works in Cologne. it's near Bonn but I don't have money for the moment.

[KrisRussel]

Thanks dre, now I have to choose between Joe, David, Mark and JR. You're not helping.lol

She works in Cologne. it's near Bonn but I don't have money for the moment.

Choosing is very difficult, but this is to support Joe, so that makes the choice a lot easier

Such a shame you can't make it