Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Pocus]

*peeks in*

I had my 21st and moved into my college dorm room two days later. That party lasted a while!!

[Sparky She-Demon]

Well, I've found that I like hard cider. Very tasty. I had a pretty good haul of presents too.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Fluffy Thursday!

LCJS, that was an awesome story! We totally should've gotten something like that on the show, darnit!

*eyes bulge at pile of carrots in fridge*

Uh, gals? I think that's enough.

[Southern Red]

Happy birthday!!!

I'm 24 and we are surrounded by old people (I'm kidding)

I will turn you over my knee young lady! *waves cane*

[Sparky She-Demon]

Happy birthday!!!

I'm 24 and we are surrounded by old people (I'm kidding)

I will turn you over my knee young lady! *waves cane*

Am I included in that?

[ShipperWriter]

Just a little something I did on my iPod this morning.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard didn't know what was causing this day to go so ridiculously right, but he wasn't gonna complain.

He had woken up before his alarm clock even chirped, and he was actually ready to face the day. A stream of endless sunlight came through the windows of his quarters. He took a shower, grabbed coffee from a curiously empty dining room, and was in the conference room going over performance reviews before his shift actually started at 0800.

He had even smiled pleasantly during McKay's horrifically long briefing and made a little attention, causing the scientist to frown in anxious worry.

Yes. Something was strange today.

His team had no missions scheduled, so they all had made other plans for the day. Teyla and Kanaan had taken Torren to visit their Athosian friends, Ronan had not even been seen since the night before (though come to think of it, neither had Banks), and McKay had exited the room in a debate with Zelenka the second the briefing with Sheppard, Lorne, and Woolsey was over, absconding to his lab to work on -- something.

So John walked slowly to his office, enjoying the tranquility of the morning. He couldn't even let his mind start to predict what could go wrong; it would sour his mood, and those type of predictions on Atlantis were usually, completely wrong anyways.

But when the doors to his office slid open and he glanced at his desk, his smile quirked to one side.

How could I forget that?

The old fashioned desktop calendar laid in the middle, a thickly drawn red circle around today's date. The color caused him to momentarily flash back to his freshman English class. The teacher -- Mr. Burke -- had a special fondness for symbolism. Everything they read in that class was a symbol for something. He had always said that putting the colors of red and orange and yellow together made you think of blood, violence.

But for John, ironically enough, red reminded him of a person who preferred peace over war, who strived to ease tensions instead of escalating them.

He unlocked a drawer and slid it open. Photographed memories from their first few years on Atlantis, copies of promotion papers (first from major to lieutenant colonel, then graduating to full bird) and emails sending surprised but humbled congratulations, handwritten notes that never made it to their intended recipient -- they were carefully layered in the drawer and he delicately picked them up as he retrieved the dark red pen hidden beneath all of it.

He smirked at the memory of Graham Burke. Sorry, but I think you're wrong.

Uncapping the pen, he carefully drew the outline of a check mark in the outlined box. As he colored it in, he allowed himself to smile in immense relief.

Elizabeth was coming home.

Not sure where this is going, but we'll see shortly!

[Sparky She-Demon]

I like where this is heading. Seems to be interesting. Keep on going, I'd like to see more!

[ShipperWriter]

I like where this is heading. Seems to be interesting. Keep on going, I'd like to see more!

Thanks! I just needed to write something fluffy and happy and maybe a little sappy. We'll see where it goes.

[Sparky She-Demon]

Thanks! I just needed to write something fluffy and happy and maybe a little sappy. We'll see where it goes.

Like your sig!

[ShipperWriter]

Like your sig!

Sorry, LOL, do you mean, you like my sig, or that the story will be like my sig?

Coffee hasn't kicked in yet.

[Sparky She-Demon]

I like the sig. I hope that your story will turn out to be much fluffier than the sig!

[ShipperWriter]

I like the sig. I hope that your story will turn out to be much fluffier than the sig!

I think it will. But, alas, I must away to clase. *groan at bad old English/Spanish pun*

[Sparky She-Demon]

See you later!

[Southern Red]

Am I included in that?

Included in what? The spanking? No. Probie is my daughter, and we have a long history of sarcastic joking with each other. I don't know you well enough to insult you yet.

Just a little something I did on my iPod this morning.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard didn't know what was causing this day to go so ridiculously right, but he wasn't gonna complain.

He had woken up before his alarm clock even chirped, and he was actually ready to face the day. A stream of endless sunlight came through the windows of his quarters. He took a shower, grabbed coffee from a curiously empty dining room, and was in the conference room going over performance reviews before his shift actually started at 0800.

He had even smiled pleasantly during McKay's horrifically long briefing and made a little attention, causing the scientist to frown in anxious worry.

Yes. Something was strange today.

His team had no missions scheduled, so they all had made other plans for the day. Teyla and Kanaan had taken Torren to visit their Athosian friends, Ronan had not even been seen since the night before (though come to think of it, neither had Banks), and McKay had exited the room in a debate with Zelenka the second the briefing with Sheppard, Lorne, and Woolsey was over, absconding to his lab to work on -- something.

So John walked slowly to his office, enjoying the tranquility of the morning. He couldn't even let his mind start to predict what could go wrong; it would sour his mood, and those type of predictions on Atlantis were usually, completely wrong anyways.

But when the doors to his office slid open and he glanced at his desk, his smile quirked to one side.

How could I forget that?

The old fashioned desktop calendar laid in the middle, a thickly drawn red circle around today's date. The color caused him to momentarily flash back to his freshman English class. The teacher -- Mr. Burke -- had a special fondness for symbolism. Everything they read in that class was a symbol for something. He had always said that putting the colors of red and orange and yellow together made you think of blood, violence.

But for John, ironically enough, red reminded him of a person who preferred peace over war, who strived to ease tensions instead of escalating them.

He unlocked a drawer and slid it open. Photographed memories from their first few years on Atlantis, copies of promotion papers (first from major to lieutenant colonel, then graduating to full bird) and emails sending surprised but humbled congratulations, handwritten notes that never made it to their intended recipient -- they were carefully layered in the drawer and he delicately picked them up as he retrieved the dark red pen hidden beneath all of it.

He smirked at the memory of Graham Burke. Sorry, but I think you're wrong.

Uncapping the pen, he carefully drew the outline of a check mark in the outlined box. As he colored it in, he allowed himself to smile in immense relief.

Elizabeth was coming home.

Not sure where this is going, but we'll see shortly!

Sweet. Definitely keep going. Fluff is badly needed.

[Sparky She-Demon]

I'm sorry I got in on a private joke between you two, SR. It was not my intent.

As for ShipperWriter's fluff fic, it is highly needed. Hey, SR, do you read fanfic?