Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[ShipperWriter]

Also, is Kavanagh's first name Peter or Benjamin???

Almost done.

[ShipperWriter]

Okay, it's done. Prepare yourselves. Remove any drinks from the vicinity of your computers. It's gonna get messy.

"You Want Me To Do What?!"

Spoiler:

From the corner seat where he preferred to lurk in the commissary in the city of Atlantis, Peter Kavanagh eyed a female scientist that had recently entered. He wasn’t interested in her at all – no, he was intent on finding out why she was so commonly seen in the company of a young Marine who had arrived in Atlantis within the past month. They took to each other rather quickly, which raised a mental eyebrow for Kavanagh.

He prided himself on observing the irregularities here in the City, and reporting them back to Homeworld Security. He didn’t know how many of his e-mails and recordings had actually made it to the desk of one General Jack O’Neill, but in any case, no one could fault him for any wrong doing.

Suddenly feeling a chill, he reached for the jacket lying over the chair next to him when he noticed two new arrivals in the area.

Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Weir entered together, the latter looking like she had been pleasantly forced to come.

Kavanagh temporary halted his investigation of the scientist and Marine who were now leaving the dining room, turning his attention to the Expedition’s leaders.

He couldn’t repress a look of contempt, and frankly, he didn’t want to. As by the book as she seemed to be on Earth, once they were here, away from any prying eyes, she made decisions as she saw fit. Never did it seem that she took the long term effects into consideration before she gave her decisive nod of consent.

Especially when it came to the promotion of John Sheppard to military commander.

He never had solid proof, but he knew there was more to their relationship than met the eyes.

When he heard the conversation going on between them as they sat down three tables over in the nearly vacant cafeteria, he grinned, then pulled out his notebook and started writing as he listened.

“I want you to strip.”

Sheppard jerked the spoon away from his mouth, trying not to spit food all over his lunch companion.

“You want me to do what?!” he half-whispered, half-shouted.

Weir shrugged. “Strip. You know the City would appreciate it.”

He leaned back in his seat, mulling the thought over with an eyeroll. “Yeah. I guess I could. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, though.”

“Well, ask Ronan and Lorne to help you. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

Kavanagh wanted to laugh. If only they knew how easily their voices carried in here.

The colonel shrugged. “I dunno. I’m not sure it’ll look too good when we’re done.”

Weir leaned back in her own seat, crossing her arms as she gave him a no-nonsense look. “Well, use a lot of oil or grease, or whatever it is you use.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a grin. “So what time should we do it?”

“After sundown would be best. Don’t want you to get too red now.”

If Kavanagh had stayed any longer, his diaphragm was going to implode from holding in the victorious laughter.

He made his way to his quarters, typing up his report.

-=-=-=-=-=-

John took Elizabeth’s tray up to the trash for her, glancing around at the emptiness of the dining hall. Kavanagh had run out a moment earlier, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Just thinking about it made him laugh aloud.

“What is it?” Elizabeth asked, tilting her head to the side as she put the Evian bottle to her lips.

John smiled widely. “Oh, nothing.”

“John…”

He shook his head. “You realize Kavanagh was listening in on our conversation?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes? And?”

“If someone heard the middle of the conversation, what would they think?”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she gasped.

He started laughing as he brushed his hand over the control crystal to leave. “He has no idea I’m stripping the floors in the ‘Gate room tonight.”

The end. For now.

[ShipperWriter]

And despite the two Starbucks Iced Mochas I had today, I'm falling asleep!

Night, see y'all tomorrow. I think I will have new fic posted. Hee hee. Or Mwahahahaha. Not sure which is more appropriate. LOL

*passes out*

[JT-2]

YAY! Great ficlet - loved it - thank you!

Speaking of which, JT, I forgot to quote it, but loved your lil fic!!! Great job!

Thanks to you both!

Okay, it's done. Prepare yourselves. Remove any drinks from the vicinity of your computers. It's gonna get messy.

"You Want Me To Do What?!"

Spoiler:

From the corner seat where he preferred to lurk in the commissary in the city of Atlantis, Peter Kavanagh eyed a female scientist that had recently entered. He wasn’t interested in her at all – no, he was intent on finding out why she was so commonly seen in the company of a young Marine who had arrived in Atlantis within the past month. They took to each other rather quickly, which raised a mental eyebrow for Kavanagh.

He prided himself on observing the irregularities here in the City, and reporting them back to Homeworld Security. He didn’t know how many of his e-mails and recordings had actually made it to the desk of one General Jack O’Neill, but in any case, no one could fault him for any wrong doing.

Suddenly feeling a chill, he reached for the jacket lying over the chair next to him when he noticed two new arrivals in the area.

Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Weir entered together, the latter looking like she had been pleasantly forced to come.

Kavanagh temporary halted his investigation of the scientist and Marine who were now leaving the dining room, turning his attention to the Expedition’s leaders.

He couldn’t repress a look of contempt, and frankly, he didn’t want to. As by the book as she seemed to be on Earth, once they were here, away from any prying eyes, she made decisions as she saw fit. Never did it seem that she took the long term effects into consideration before she gave her decisive nod of consent.

Especially when it came to the promotion of John Sheppard to military commander.

He never had solid proof, but he knew there was more to their relationship than met the eyes.

When he heard the conversation going on between them as they sat down three tables over in the nearly vacant cafeteria, he grinned, then pulled out his notebook and started writing as he listened.

“I want you to strip.”

Sheppard jerked the spoon away from his mouth, trying not to spit food all over his lunch companion.

“You want me to do what?!” he half-whispered, half-shouted.

Weir shrugged. “Strip. You know the City would appreciate it.”

He leaned back in his seat, mulling the thought over with an eyeroll. “Yeah. I guess I could. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, though.”

“Well, ask Ronan and Lorne to help you. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

Kavanagh wanted to laugh. If only they knew how easily their voices carried in here.

The colonel shrugged. “I dunno. I’m not sure it’ll look too good when we’re done.”

Weir leaned back in her own seat, crossing her arms as she gave him a no-nonsense look. “Well, use a lot of oil or grease, or whatever it is you use.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a grin. “So what time should we do it?”

“After sundown would be best. Don’t want you to get too red now.”

If Kavanagh had stayed any longer, his diaphragm was going to implode from holding in the victorious laughter.

He made his way to his quarters, typing up his report.

-=-=-=-=-=-

John took Elizabeth’s tray up to the trash for her, glancing around at the emptiness of the dining hall. Kavanagh had run out a moment earlier, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Just thinking about it made him laugh aloud.

“What is it?” Elizabeth asked, tilting her head to the side as she put the Evian bottle to her lips.

John smiled widely. “Oh, nothing.”

“John…”

He shook his head. “You realize Kavanagh was listening in on our conversation?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes? And?”

“If someone heard the middle of the conversation, what would they think?”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she gasped.

He started laughing as he brushed his hand over the control crystal to leave. “He has no idea I’m stripping the floors in the ‘Gate room tonight.”

The end. For now.

*splorf* LMAO!!! Glad you warned me, or my screen could have gotten messy.



Can't you just imagine Jack reading that email? That was perfect!

[gateraid]

Thank you. Me too!

Yep, I think I got it.



Exactly.

Yup, that's me. Thank you very much! *blushes*



Thank you. Yep, I'm lovin' me some pain killers about right now.

I heard a horror wisdom teeth story the other day. Click if you dare

Spoiler:

A nurse at a hospital got one of the house surgeons to take them out on the down low, which meant they couldn't use any decent drugs. Her teeth were impacted. The drill even broke. Bits of teeth and blood were flying across the room. They ended up by covering her head to toe in plastic due to all the blood. And because she couldn't tell the ones at hospital what had happened, she had to rock on up to work the next day with her face all swollen and make up some excuse about emergency dental surgery and carry on.

Awwww!!!! So cute!! ^^

(Why does GW not have a proper aww face smiley!!??)

Second that, JT

*gaack* Correcting format errors on SGARising. Blind.

Anyway, everyone who hasn't read the comment section on my last Writers' Block entry needs to go and see all our fan support. Some of the questions are quite interesting and surprising.

I did, but one thing I wondered about is the LJ forum. Maybe that should be deleted/restricted? I was on there earlier in the week, and it contains a lot of spoilerific info. I had to search a bit to find it, so it mightn't be a big deal.

*huggles GW's ignore-feature to stop stupid people from causing any more blood pressure alarms to go off*

It makes me happy to have this feature - so much bliss from using it.

Anyway...



Considering I was like - "Heh, I made two banners " - and had to check the site to remember the banners in question.... I wasn't really thinking about the credits.

*goes to check the site*

And then I'm putting my gay self down in front of Star Trek Voyager and enjoy some Seven of Nine awesomeness.

Re Voyager, I recently discovered SF Debris and his reviews. He does some all Trek, with some interesting reviews at times. Not everyone's cup of tea though. http://www.youtube.com/sfdebris is his original site, although following some trouble he does the reviews on blip and posts a teaser on youtube with a link there, if you're interested. One Small Step was earlier in the week - Chakotay came dangerously close to having his own episode *snort*

[SMB_BOOKS]

Okay, it's done. Prepare yourselves. Remove any drinks from the vicinity of your computers. It's gonna get messy.

"You Want Me To Do What?!"

Spoiler:

From the corner seat where he preferred to lurk in the commissary in the city of Atlantis, Peter Kavanagh eyed a female scientist that had recently entered. He wasn’t interested in her at all – no, he was intent on finding out why she was so commonly seen in the company of a young Marine who had arrived in Atlantis within the past month. They took to each other rather quickly, which raised a mental eyebrow for Kavanagh.

He prided himself on observing the irregularities here in the City, and reporting them back to Homeworld Security. He didn’t know how many of his e-mails and recordings had actually made it to the desk of one General Jack O’Neill, but in any case, no one could fault him for any wrong doing.

Suddenly feeling a chill, he reached for the jacket lying over the chair next to him when he noticed two new arrivals in the area.

Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Weir entered together, the latter looking like she had been pleasantly forced to come.

Kavanagh temporary halted his investigation of the scientist and Marine who were now leaving the dining room, turning his attention to the Expedition’s leaders.

He couldn’t repress a look of contempt, and frankly, he didn’t want to. As by the book as she seemed to be on Earth, once they were here, away from any prying eyes, she made decisions as she saw fit. Never did it seem that she took the long term effects into consideration before she gave her decisive nod of consent.

Especially when it came to the promotion of John Sheppard to military commander.

He never had solid proof, but he knew there was more to their relationship than met the eyes.

When he heard the conversation going on between them as they sat down three tables over in the nearly vacant cafeteria, he grinned, then pulled out his notebook and started writing as he listened.

“I want you to strip.”

Sheppard jerked the spoon away from his mouth, trying not to spit food all over his lunch companion.

“You want me to do what?!” he half-whispered, half-shouted.

Weir shrugged. “Strip. You know the City would appreciate it.”

He leaned back in his seat, mulling the thought over with an eyeroll. “Yeah. I guess I could. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, though.”

“Well, ask Ronan and Lorne to help you. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

Kavanagh wanted to laugh. If only they knew how easily their voices carried in here.

The colonel shrugged. “I dunno. I’m not sure it’ll look too good when we’re done.”

Weir leaned back in her own seat, crossing her arms as she gave him a no-nonsense look. “Well, use a lot of oil or grease, or whatever it is you use.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a grin. “So what time should we do it?”

“After sundown would be best. Don’t want you to get too red now.”

If Kavanagh had stayed any longer, his diaphragm was going to implode from holding in the victorious laughter.

He made his way to his quarters, typing up his report.

-=-=-=-=-=-

John took Elizabeth’s tray up to the trash for her, glancing around at the emptiness of the dining hall. Kavanagh had run out a moment earlier, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Just thinking about it made him laugh aloud.

“What is it?” Elizabeth asked, tilting her head to the side as she put the Evian bottle to her lips.

John smiled widely. “Oh, nothing.”

“John…”

He shook his head. “You realize Kavanagh was listening in on our conversation?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes? And?”

“If someone heard the middle of the conversation, what would they think?”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she gasped.

He started laughing as he brushed his hand over the control crystal to leave. “He has no idea I’m stripping the floors in the ‘Gate room tonight.”

The end. For now.

BWAAAHAAAAA - funny! Thanks!

[Southern Red]

And despite the two Starbucks Iced Mochas I had today, I'm falling asleep!

Night, see y'all tomorrow. I think I will have new fic posted. Hee hee. Or Mwahahahaha. Not sure which is more appropriate. LOL

*passes out*

Thanks for the fic. It was just what I needed at the perfect time after dealing with a certain other thread. Evidently, I am sarcastic. Who knew?

I heard a horror wisdom teeth story the other day. Click if you dare

Spoiler:

A nurse at a hospital got one of the house surgeons to take them out on the down low, which meant they couldn't use any decent drugs. Her teeth were impacted. The drill even broke. Bits of teeth and blood were flying across the room. They ended up by covering her head to toe in plastic due to all the blood. And because she couldn't tell the ones at hospital what had happened, she had to rock on up to work the next day with her face all swollen and make up some excuse about emergency dental surgery and carry on.

Second that, JT



I did, but one thing I wondered about is the LJ forum. Maybe that should be deleted/restricted? I was on there earlier in the week, and it contains a lot of spoilerific info. I had to search a bit to find it, so it mightn't be a big deal.



Re Voyager, I recently discovered SF Debris and his reviews. He does some all Trek, with some interesting reviews at times. Not everyone's cup of tea though. http://www.youtube.com/sfdebris is his original site, although following some trouble he does the reviews on blip and posts a teaser on youtube with a link there, if you're interested. One Small Step was earlier in the week - Chakotay came dangerously close to having his own episode *snort*

Yuck, SR Jr's wisdom teeth were impacted. It was not pleasant, but he did get the good drugs.

We are having a writers' meeting later today. I will bring up the LJ thing. I know you have to ask for membership on there and since I approve them, there are no "unfriendlies", but yeah, spoilers galore.

Erin, if you're around, watch for a post on Anuna's LJ about the writers' meeting. We plan to hash out some details of the next few eps. And are you on Twitter? We tend to chatter a lot on there too.

[Eri13]

I have a quick query RE: Trust...

Spoiler:

As I write through the scenes on the Wraith Ship, I'm finding it more and more difficult to keep Teyla's Queen 'alive'. Given the developments with Todd, especially, I'd like to make her death be the sort of straw that broke the camel's back.

Does anyone have any objections to this? I know we'd spoken of Teyla's Queen returning, but never defined any parameters for it. Is she necessary for our later arcs?

[Southern Red]

I have a quick query RE: Trust...

Spoiler:

As I write through the scenes on the Wraith Ship, I'm finding it more and more difficult to keep Teyla's Queen 'alive'. Given the developments with Todd, especially, I'd like to make her death be the sort of straw that broke the camel's back.

Does anyone have any objections to this? I know we'd spoken of Teyla's Queen returning, but never defined any parameters for it. Is she necessary for our later arcs?

I have no objection to it. It's going to get to be a problem

Spoiler:

considering that Teyla has to go through all that surgery to portray her. Todd can't just keep talking about her or pretending to talk to her. So, then who would take her place? Maybe considering the spoilery nature, we can bring this up at the LJ writers' meeting.

And, I'm thinking, do we need to expand our writers' conference to include the continuity readers? It might save us some rewrites.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Pretty Friday!

ShipperWriter, that new ficlet is hilarious! That was just the pick me up I needed this morning!

On the SGA Rising LJ, we do have the option of going back and locking the episode discussion posts, if people are concerned about spoilers.

I have a quick query RE: Trust...

Spoiler:

As I write through the scenes on the Wraith Ship, I'm finding it more and more difficult to keep Teyla's Queen 'alive'. Given the developments with Todd, especially, I'd like to make her death be the sort of straw that broke the camel's back.

Does anyone have any objections to this? I know we'd spoken of Teyla's Queen returning, but never defined any parameters for it. Is she necessary for our later arcs?

Didn't someone

Spoiler:

suggest using those mimic devices that were seen on SG-1 so that Teyla didn't have to keep doing the surgery every time she had to appear as her Queen alter ego? That said, I think staging her 'death' would help to open up some of those opportunities with Todd that we had discussed. I'm not too familiar with the later stages of the Wraith/Irati arc, so I don't know how necessary she might be.

[Eri13]

I have no objection to it. It's going to get to be a problem

Spoiler:

considering that Teyla has to go through all that surgery to portray her. Todd can't just keep talking about her or pretending to talk to her. So, then who would take her place? Maybe considering the spoilery nature, we can bring this up at the LJ writers' meeting.

And, I'm thinking, do we need to expand our writers' conference to include the continuity readers? It might save us some rewrites.

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Pretty Friday!

ShipperWriter, that new ficlet is hilarious! That was just the pick me up I needed this morning!

On the SGA Rising LJ, we do have the option of going back and locking the episode discussion posts, if people are concerned about spoilers.



Didn't someone

Spoiler:

suggest using those mimic devices that were seen on SG-1 so that Teyla didn't have to keep doing the surgery every time she had to appear as her Queen alter ego? That said, I think staging her 'death' would help to open up some of those opportunities with Todd that we had discussed. I'm not too familiar with the later stages of the Wraith/Irati arc, so I don't know how necessary she might be.

We can talk about it during the meeting.

[Southern Red]

Sparky funny to report. On my way to the grocery store, I got behind a red truck with the logo for MISTER SPARKY on the back. It's a company that does electric repairs. They even have a phone number that's xxx-xx-SPARKY. LOL

[Falcon Horus]

Sparky funny to report. On my way to the grocery store, I got behind a red truck with the logo for MISTER SPARKY on the back. It's a company that does electric repairs. They even have a phone number that's xxx-xx-SPARKY. LOL

LOL!!

We have moving trucks driving around with SW on the back - you can guess what I make of that.

And yesterday at work I did a silent cheer when I came across one of the cross-stitch wedding patterns where I put names on - it still read Elizabeth - John.

[Southern Red]

LOL!!

We have moving trucks driving around with SW on the back - you can guess what I make of that.

And yesterday at work I did a silent cheer when I came across one of the cross-stitch wedding patterns where I put names on - it still read Elizabeth - John.

We are indeed pathetic. LOL

[gateraid]

Okay, it's done. Prepare yourselves. Remove any drinks from the vicinity of your computers. It's gonna get messy.

"You Want Me To Do What?!"

Spoiler:

From the corner seat where he preferred to lurk in the commissary in the city of Atlantis, Peter Kavanagh eyed a female scientist that had recently entered. He wasn’t interested in her at all – no, he was intent on finding out why she was so commonly seen in the company of a young Marine who had arrived in Atlantis within the past month. They took to each other rather quickly, which raised a mental eyebrow for Kavanagh.

He prided himself on observing the irregularities here in the City, and reporting them back to Homeworld Security. He didn’t know how many of his e-mails and recordings had actually made it to the desk of one General Jack O’Neill, but in any case, no one could fault him for any wrong doing.

Suddenly feeling a chill, he reached for the jacket lying over the chair next to him when he noticed two new arrivals in the area.

Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Weir entered together, the latter looking like she had been pleasantly forced to come.

Kavanagh temporary halted his investigation of the scientist and Marine who were now leaving the dining room, turning his attention to the Expedition’s leaders.

He couldn’t repress a look of contempt, and frankly, he didn’t want to. As by the book as she seemed to be on Earth, once they were here, away from any prying eyes, she made decisions as she saw fit. Never did it seem that she took the long term effects into consideration before she gave her decisive nod of consent.

Especially when it came to the promotion of John Sheppard to military commander.

He never had solid proof, but he knew there was more to their relationship than met the eyes.

When he heard the conversation going on between them as they sat down three tables over in the nearly vacant cafeteria, he grinned, then pulled out his notebook and started writing as he listened.

“I want you to strip.”

Sheppard jerked the spoon away from his mouth, trying not to spit food all over his lunch companion.

“You want me to do what?!” he half-whispered, half-shouted.

Weir shrugged. “Strip. You know the City would appreciate it.”

He leaned back in his seat, mulling the thought over with an eyeroll. “Yeah. I guess I could. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, though.”

“Well, ask Ronan and Lorne to help you. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

Kavanagh wanted to laugh. If only they knew how easily their voices carried in here.

The colonel shrugged. “I dunno. I’m not sure it’ll look too good when we’re done.”

Weir leaned back in her own seat, crossing her arms as she gave him a no-nonsense look. “Well, use a lot of oil or grease, or whatever it is you use.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a grin. “So what time should we do it?”

“After sundown would be best. Don’t want you to get too red now.”

If Kavanagh had stayed any longer, his diaphragm was going to implode from holding in the victorious laughter.

He made his way to his quarters, typing up his report.

-=-=-=-=-=-

John took Elizabeth’s tray up to the trash for her, glancing around at the emptiness of the dining hall. Kavanagh had run out a moment earlier, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Just thinking about it made him laugh aloud.

“What is it?” Elizabeth asked, tilting her head to the side as she put the Evian bottle to her lips.

John smiled widely. “Oh, nothing.”

“John…”

He shook his head. “You realize Kavanagh was listening in on our conversation?”

She slowly nodded. “Yes? And?”

“If someone heard the middle of the conversation, what would they think?”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she gasped.

He started laughing as he brushed his hand over the control crystal to leave. “He has no idea I’m stripping the floors in the ‘Gate room tonight.”

The end. For now.

Poor O'Neill, all that'll make for some interesting reading

Thanks for the fic. It was just what I needed at the perfect time after dealing with a certain other thread. Evidently, I am sarcastic. Who knew?



Yuck, SR Jr's wisdom teeth were impacted. It was not pleasant, but he did get the good drugs.

Mine were fine - all four out, a few stitches, very little pain, and very cheap because I had a doctor do it (one of those trainee facial reconstruction docs, for practice) instead of a registered oral surgeon. Lucky me

We are having a writers' meeting later today. I will bring up the LJ thing. I know you have to ask for membership on there and since I approve them, there are no "unfriendlies", but yeah, spoilers galore.

Erin, if you're around, watch for a post on Anuna's LJ about the writers' meeting. We plan to hash out some details of the next few eps. And are you on Twitter? We tend to chatter a lot on there too.

I wasn't actually a member of it until last night, but I've been able to read everything. Unless I've been a member and not been aware of it, but it wasn't listed on my profile. But as I said, when I wanted to find it I had to go out of my way to get there, so maybe it isn't a big deal.