Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Falcon Horus]

I'm going through severe Photoshop withdrawal pangs. My computer is in the shop for a few days!

Oh, that's got to be hell...

[ShipperWriter]

LCJS, here's the first part. Too big for one post.

Spoiler:

Part I

It had been over twenty years since Elizabeth Weir had broken any bones in her body.

She forgot how much it hurt.

She wasn’t sure how she had managed to trip and fall on the stairs that she traversed daily, and yet Carson Beckett assured her that she had broken it at just the right angle to cause her to fracture her pinky in two places. When Carson showed her the x-ray, she tilted her head and looked down at her hand that she carefully cradled in her opposite hand before it got splinted. It was purple and swollen on the palm-side, but there was absolutely no outward indication that the proximal phalange had broken in a V shape.

Nice job, Elizabeth, she silently reprimanded herself.

“So what’s the treatment?”

The Scottish doctor pointed at the x-ray. “You notice how it appears that your finger is slanted above the fracture?” When she nodded, Carson continued. “Well, with it being broken at this angle, your ligaments are pulling it and, if left unattended, will set that way. I need to insert two pins to help it heal in the right direction.”

“When?”

“Well, sooner rather than later, lass. You should probably ask Colonel Sheppard to take your place for a few days. At least.”

“Carson, I—“

“Elizabeth, this isn’t a request. We need to do this. But you will be in pain and sore for a number of days, so working is not an option for you. In fact, because the pins will be extruding through your skin, I would prefer that you stay in your quarters to avoid infection.”

Elizabeth opened her mouth to try and rebut Carson’s orders, but clamped it shut, knowing that there wasn’t much chance of him changing his mind.

She sighed, then touched her earpiece. “Weir to Sheppard.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can you come to the infirmary as soon as possible? It’s important.”

There was a pause, then he replied. “On my way.”

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When John Sheppard walked in the infirmary, Elizabeth was nowhere to be seen. So he paced through the open room, eyes checking each of the beds. He was just about to turn around and ask one of the nurses if they had seen her when a muffled grunt caught his ears.

He frowned and followed it to the last bed.

Elizabeth was sitting on it, biting her lip and facing Carson as he wrapped a cloth bandage around her left wrist. There was gauze underneath it, but a particularly large amount around her pinky and ring fingers, which caused him to frown.

“What happened?” John asked, craning his head as he looked for other wounds. “Kickboxing with Teyla?”

She chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face with her free hand. “I fell on the stairs in the ‘Gate room and landed on my pinky.”

“She did a good number on it too. I’ve asked her to come back first thing in the morning for surgery to set it.” Carson reached for the clear tape to finish the splint.

“So I’m going to need you to take care of business for a few days,” Elizabeth told her ranking military officer, causing him to whip his head suddenly.

Part of her expected aggravation from him. Another part expected a whiny five year old, echoing the words, “Do I have to?”

But all she got from him was a decisive nod. “Done.”

Elizabeth dipped her head. “You’re sure it won’t be a problem?”

He crossed his arms. “Not at all. Our team is on downtime this week anyways.” He shrugged. “Plus, it’ll give me a chance to beat your high score on Solitaire.”

Elizabeth gave him a relieved smile. “Thank you, John. I promise I’ll be back to work as soon as I can.”

“You’ll be back to work when I say you’re able. Not a moment before. Understood?”

She tried to cover her groan with a sarcastic grunt, but Carson still rolled his eyes at her.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well, then. Don’t eat or drink anything after midnight, and be here at 1000 hours.” Just then, one of the nurses left a medication bottle on the bedside table. Carson thanked her for it, then handed it to Elizabeth. “Prescription for Vicodin. You’ll need these after you wake up from surgery.”

“You have to sedate Elizabeth?” John asked, suddenly feeling a little worried as she looked over the bottle.

“It’s routine for any outpatient surgery on Earth, I assure you, Colonel,” replied Carson, turning on his supporting tone, making John feel that he was a family member.

“I was sedated for my tonsillectomy and had no problems. I should be fine,” Elizabeth said, although John felt more comforted than Carson probably did.

The doctor nodded, giving her a cheery smile. “Then I will see you in the morning,” Carson said in lieu of goodbye, taking his tablet and walking back to his office.

Elizabeth slid off the bed and looked at John. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this.”

He smiled briefly. “At least it’s not more serious. And the procedure shouldn’t take too long. But Carson’s right,” he agreed, gesturing to the pill bottle that Elizabeth was holding. “You will be wanting those when you wake up.”

She winced. “That bad?”

John motioned to the exit and they started walking. “Take it from a guy who’s had this done a few times. You’re getting the bone reset, plus pins are being drilled into your bone. Yeah, it’s gonna hurt for a while. But the first three days are the worst. Once you get past that, I’d bet that you won’t even need that whole bottle.”

Elizabeth smiled. “The least medication I have to take, the better.”

They made it to a transporter. “Tell you what. How about you get me up to speed on what you’re working on, and then I’ll take you to your last supper.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, then nodded. “Deal.”

[ShipperWriter]

And the second:

Spoiler:

Part II

Marie returned shortly with a needle and a small vial containing a clear liquid, withdrawing the fluid to inject it into the IV line. “You might feel a cooling sensation as it goes in,” she told Elizabeth as she inserted the needle.

Elizabeth nodded quickly. “Okay.”

Thirty minutes later, Elizabeth was feeling more relaxed than she had felt in … well, she couldn’t remember when. John was still sitting next to the bed, occasionally glancing towards the end of the infirmary where Carson was still working on Davidson. Even though Carson had promised that he would be back with her soon, the young sergeant’s ankle was more injured than they had originally assumed.

Not that she minded. The drugs were doing a wonderful job of taking her mind off of everything that had recently transpired. Her mind was still able to focus and think, but things weren’t as urgent as they had been. All the panic and worry about her surgery had gone right out the proverbial window.

Along with any concern about the pile of paperwork that had been abruptly left on her desk. Even though she had spent most of the night going over it with John and explaining what needed to be done, she doubted that he would do it. Not only would he have to take care of the work that he needed to do, being the military commander, but he would get bored quickly.

And according to Carson, she would have at least four weeks of downtime. As long as she didn’t use her left hand, he might allow her to do some of the work while on an imposed quarantine, but she would get tired of it too.

She sighed. “God, I am starving.”

John smirked. “I can run down to the kitchen and get you something, have it ready for you when you come out of it.”

She smiled back at him. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“I’m taking orders. What would ya like?”

Elizabeth bit her lip.

John gave her a knowing look. “Besides coffee.” When she gave him a scoff in return, he raised an eyebrow. “You’ve gotta eat something, especially if you’re gonna down a couple Vicodin afterwards. I’m just telling you what Carson is gonna order you.”

She paused. “Can I still get coffee?”

“After you’ve eaten. Yes. Back to my original question: what do you wanna eat?”

“Mmm. I’ll let you pick.”

John raised an eyebrow, and Elizabeth giggled.

“What?” he asked, trying not to laugh himself.

“Your eyebrow does the same thing as mine,” she explained, her voice rising in pitch as she spoke. “How have I never noticed that before?”

John looked back at her, slightly stupefied. Elizabeth started giggling again.

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John closed his eyes and shook his head, chuckling. The drugs were having a stronger effect that he had anticipated. He remembered his previous experience with them leaving him lucid; Elizabeth was turning into a loony basket case.

He stood up from his chair and patted Elizabeth’s arm. “Let me go see how long Beckett’s gonna take, okay?”

“Okay,” was the drowsy reply he got.

John paced slowly over to the bed where Davidson was laying back. No longer in his fatigues, a pair of white scrubs identical to Elizabeth’s covered him and an IV fed morphine into his hand.

Carson looked up from his clipboard. “Ah, Colonel. Everything okay with Elizabeth?”

He nodded, tilting his head to the side. “Meds just took full effect.”

“Ah, I see.”

“How’s Davidson?”

The Marine looked up at him. “I’ve been better, sir.”

“We’re going to need surgery to repair the ankle. I estimate he’ll be off his feet for four to six weeks.”

John winced out of sympathy.

“Will I be able to stay on Atlantis for that time, sir?”

“Well, where else do you think you would be?” Beckett asked, chortling slightly.

“I just remembered that Lieutenant Browning had to be transferred back to the SGC after her injury,” Davidson replied, looking perturbed at the thought of leaving a place that many called home.

“Ah, I see. Well, her injury was much more severe, seeing as how she shattered her tibia. There was not much I could do for her here in that condition. Returning to Earth was the only option.” The doctor sat the clipboard down at the end of the bed and smiled kindly. “Once we insert the plate and screws, you’ll be on bed rest until the fracture fully heals, and then we can remove the hardware and begin therapy. In the meantime, enjoy your rest.”

Davidson nodded and leaned back into his bed. The uncertain look on his face almost made John laugh. A Marine who didn’t know what to do with over a month off.

Something told him that he would find a way to keep himself occupied.

He absentmindedly followed Carson back over to Elizabeth’s bed.

“Hello, love. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” she murmured, eyes slightly droopy as if she hadn’t slept in months.

Carson smiled back at her, patting her hand again. “We’re just about ready to take you in. Only a few more moments.”

“Mm-kay.”

As Carson wandered away, John took his seat next to Elizabeth. “Anything else you need to tell me?”

“John, you’ll be back here in an hour,” she replied slowly, as though she had to concentrate on her words more than usual. “If I were to tell you anything now, you wouldn’t do anything about it until tomorrow.”

A smirk lit up his face. “True. So back to the original subject at hand: what do you want to eat when you wake up?”

Her reply was immediate. “Chocolate ice cream.”

John scoffed lightly. “I’m sure the cafeteria lady has a whole gallon with your name on it.”

“She does.”

“Pardon?”

“I added it to the supply order for the Daedalus last month.”

John narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and retorted, “You mean to tell me that there is a gallon of chocolate ice cream sitting in the freezer… and no one’s touched it yet?”

“Not if they value their life.” Elizabeth looked up at him and winked. “No one else knows about it.”

“I’ll bring you a bowl.”

“You can have one too.”

“That’s mighty generous of you.”

Elizabeth laughed quietly. Her green eyes blinked rapidly for a second, then finally settled on him. “Thank you for being here. I know it’s not that big of a deal, but I truly appreciate it.”

“Surgery is still a big deal, even if we are living in a galaxy with life sucking aliens.” He glanced at her injured hand, the splint running from fingertips to just a few inches above her elbow. Two fingers and her thumb were all that were visible, and he couldn’t help but loop his finger underneath them. “I’ll always have your back.”

Her finger tightened around his, and the first genuine smile graced her face.

Then Carson came around the corner, dressed in surgical scrubs, and said, “We’re ready.”

When Elizabeth woke up an hour later, John was at her side, a bowl of ice cream in his hands.

[Southern Red]

If anyone watches Major Crimes (on TNT) in the US, evidently Joe F is going to have a (probably smallish) guest role tonight at 9pm.

Thanks for the heads up. I have it on my DVR to watch tonight. Should I be sad that the time of having to watch anything he's in live seems to be over?

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Smutty Tuesday!

Good to know the pins are out, SW! And yay for the new chapter, that's so adorable! John just doesn't know what he's gotten himself into, does he?

John taking care of Elizabeth. I'm coming up with all sorts of scenarios.

I'd ask if those scenarios are naughty, but Elizabeth has to rest up.

I'm going through severe Photoshop withdrawal pangs. My computer is in the shop for a few days!

That's never fun! *hugs*

Thanks for the heads up. I have it on my DVR to watch tonight. Should I be sad that the time of having to watch anything he's in live seems to be over?

Yeah, it's a shame. How the times are a'changing.

[RodneyIsGodney]

Its from Season 1 Episode 18 "The Gift"

here's the link Photo

Thank you both so much!

I'm going through severe Photoshop withdrawal pangs. My computer is in the shop for a few days!

Oi, I've been there. Not. Fun.



LONG LIVE SPARKY!!!

[Sparky She-Demon]

Nice sig RiG!

[RodneyIsGodney]

Nice sig RiG!

Thank you.


Btw, I actually did see Joe Flanigan on Major Crimes last night. And I was like, "OMG! SHEPPARD!" ...even though I'm a Rodney girl I was still excited to see JF on tv again. I forgot to mention it when I poked my head in here last night.

[mandogater]

Thanks!

You're welcome.

[gateraid]

Because I recently got greened for this (thank you!!) and because I hate to turn up empty handed, here we go again

I like to think that John is classy enough to actually pull this line off:



John: I swear Elizabeth, I can make you once, twice, three times a "lady"

Elizabeth: That is both the best and the lamest pick-up line I've ever heard


And just because I can't let go of s4 (even though I think they redeemed her in s5)



^ proof, once and for all, that Keller was on the original expedition

Rodney: She said I did it perfectly

Elizabeth: Umm, Rodney, that's not how it works. I'm not even a real doctor and I still wouldn't make such an obvious error

Weir: You're asking me out on a date?

Kavanaugh: Sure am! My momma always said that if you don't have enough talent to go up, try going down, it might get you there quicker

Weir: *taps headset* Weir to Sheppard....Lt Ford....anyone with a gun





Sheppard: Still longing for his touch?

Weir: John *stern look*

Sheppard: I'd like to point out that even though you were drugged to the hilt, you were still defending me. That won't be forgotten later





Keller: How many times can you make me a lady Rodney?

McKay: Aren't you already a lady?




Keller: Geez, it's like dating an infant. I'll just do it myself





When Teyla is injured, John tells Ronon to carry her. But when Elizabeth goes down, only the best will do

And the cheese continues....



Sheppard: Okay, four. For you, I can do four




Weir: Stop it Maverick. Your ego's writing cheques your body can't cash

Sheppard: Five

Weir: Now you're just making it up




Carson: Strictly speaking, it can't be done. What were you thinking lad? Underpromise and overdeliver, not the other way around. But given the circumstances, I guess I could give you something to aide the process




Sheppard: Oh, geez, what inappropriate timing




Caldwell: It was amazing. The man lives up to the legend. I even got to see the 'Sheppard Maneuver'




Barrett: The rumour is FIVE TIMES, General

Landry: That's it, I'm recalling the Expedition


Edit: Upon looking at that (although it should be obvious) I feel compelled to point out that Caldwell was talking about Shep/Weir, not Shep/Caldwell. Perhaps I should have put another pic in the middle

What inspired me to come back was watching a sparky vid that included some scenes from Sunday. Seeing how Torri played her scene with the Mike character makes me both happy and sad. Great to see Weir enjoying herself, but what a shame that they didn't see this and think "oh, that's how sheppard and weir would work"

[Falcon Horus]

When gateraid comes in, there should be a warning about putting beverages (hot or cold) aside.

[Southern Red]

When gateraid comes in, there should be a warning about putting beverages (hot or cold) aside.

You got that right. Nothing like a good laugh to start the day. Gateraid, don't ever change.

[Eri13]

You got that right. Nothing like a good laugh to start the day. Gateraid, don't ever change.

The moment I saw the caps I put the coffee down. Couldn't stop the laugh-to-coughing though.

Brilliantly done!

[ShipperWriter]

The moment I saw the caps I put the coffee down. Couldn't stop the laugh-to-coughing though.

Brilliantly done!

I was sitting in a lounge full of teachers, trying to laugh internally and not spit up. gateraid, thanks for the eternal laughs!

[Sparky She-Demon]

I miss your longer stories, SW.