Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Infinite-Possibilities]

Thanks for the birthday wishes everyone! I really appreciate uh... being appreciated

I think there was this one I was daydreaming and I imagined the reason for Keller's survival was that she secretly snuck up behind all the other doctors on the show (including all the ones introduced before she was.) and siphoned away their plot armor. Because in Stargate being a Doctor is like being a Highlander or something.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Lazy Super Bowl Sunday!

Thanks for the birthday wishes everyone! I really appreciate uh... being appreciated

*hugs you*

I think there was this one I was daydreaming and I imagined the reason for Keller's survival was that she secretly snuck up behind all the other doctors on the show (including all the ones introduced before she was.) and siphoned away their plot armor. Because in Stargate being a Doctor is like being a Highlander or something.

That would explain a lot, I think...

[yachikins]

Afternoon, how is everyone today? I just finished rewatching Common Ground and oh my gosh the feels. Poor Elizabeth having to watch her man being fed on.

[Sparky She-Demon]

Afternoon, how is everyone today? I just finished rewatching Common Ground and oh my gosh the feels. Poor Elizabeth having to watch her man being fed on.

That had to be one of the more difficult things Elizabeth had to do.

[yachikins]

That had to be one of the more difficult things Elizabeth had to do.

It would be hard enough to watch just anybody to be feed on by the wraith, but to watch somebody who you deeply cared about and were close to would be torture. Elizabeth really is an amazingly strong woman

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Canon Monday!

It would be hard enough to watch just anybody to be feed on by the wraith, but to watch somebody who you deeply cared about and were close to would be torture. Elizabeth really is an amazingly strong woman

Indeed she is. And John is just as strong, to know and trust that she would follow his wishes to not give in and try to save him.

[ShipperWriter]

Afternoon! Been a busy week at work, and it's only Monday.

Anyhow, I didn't watch Super Bowl but I watched Kitten Bowl. Oh so cute!

This is a busy week too, but I've been working on fic a little at a time. Hopefully will remember to post some.

[Sparky She-Demon]

Can't wait to see it SW!

[mandogater]

Post as soon as you can, SW. I'm in serious need of a good Sparky fic fix.

[JT-2]

More snow here in Rhode Island. We lost power at my house 2 different times today. The first time was for 90 minutes, the second only 30, so that wasn't too bad. Nothing like the time there was a tree down and we were without power for 4 days.

[mandogater]

More snow here in Rhode Island. We lost power at my house 2 different times today. The first time was for 90 minutes, the second only 30, so that wasn't too bad. Nothing like the time there was a tree down and we were without power for 4 days.

Glad you're okay now, JT-2.

*Sends electric blankets & generator*

I'm crossing my fingers all the freezing rain we're supposed to get Tuesday night here in Ohio ends up being not so bad.

[Falcon Horus]

Snow everywhere but here, makes me a sad little lemming.

[ShipperWriter]

Snow everywhere but here, makes me a sad little lemming.

And here. I live in Florida.

Fic present! Oneshot, takes place in S3, after TRW.

Spoiler:

John glanced at the pile of completed reports on the floor next to his bed and smiled with pride. Finally, all the paperwork from this past week was done. He had even gotten a head start on a few reviews that weren't due until next week, but once his eyelids started drooping more than the coffee could compensate for, he decided it was time to call it a night.

A flash of lightning illuminated part of the room. The storm had rolled in a few hours ago, moving slowly across the ocean. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as the eventful storm they had experienced their first year here, and the city seemed to absorb the physical effects from it. All things considered, the city-ship floating in the ocean ironically was the safest place to be during a tropical storm.

The thunder rumbled, quickly followed by another lightning strike. This one was closer, yet the city was in no danger due to the Ancient version of lightning rods that were installed atop the highest towers.

John craned his head to the side, looking for a safe place to put the papers so he wouldn't trip on them and send them flying unceremoniously across the room in the middle of the night. His seldom used desk seemed to be the best option.

He reached down to pick them up and carried them over, then groaned.

Another stack of papers lay on the desk, these older than the pile in his hands.

John grunted. "Just my luck."

Then the doorbell chirped.

He frowned. Who the heck would be knocking at his door at one in the morning, much less still awake? Atlantis operated with a skeleton crew overnight, but even if an emergency had arisen they would have called him over the comms.

His paperwork landed with a light thud next to the "in" pile.

He moved to the door sensor and swiped his hand over it.

A familiar red shirt appeared on the other side, holding a tablet computer against her chest.

"Elizabeth?"

"Hi John. I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, I was still up."

"I know." When he raised an eyebrow, she added hastily, "I saw your lights on from the tower."

"Ah, gotcha."

Which he really didn't. How did she know exactly which windows belonged to him?

He quickly dismissed the thoughts of Elizabeth being a stalker. "You're still up, too?"

She took the tablet and held it out. "Paperwork."

"How come yours is on a computer and mine is actually on paper?"

"Smithfield hand writes their team reports. Don't ask me why. We requested a scanner on Daedalus' next supplies run." She bit her lip. "So from now on, I think it's safe to only use your tablet."

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured as his head turned to search the room. "If I can find it."

After a silent second, Elizabeth shook her head. "Anyhow, it's late, and you're probably about to go to sleep, so I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry."

"Wait," John replied, holding up a hand. "You never did tell me what you needed."

Elizabeth sighed, dropping her head. "It's nothing."

"Elizabeth? It's a pretty good hike from your office over here, even with transporters. Whatever you came for must've been important."

Another lightning strike hit close by, probably deflected by the rods, but it still made Elizabeth jump.

And then it hit John. She didn't want to be alone.

"The storm?"

She nodded. "Yes," she breathed in relief. She chuckled harshly, then looked back up to him. "You know what I need, John? I need to not be afraid of a little lightning storm like a toddler. I need to be able to go to sleep without having nightmares. Do you have any idea what it's like to be released from living one hell just to start reliving another?"

John didn't answer directly; he just brought a hand to his face and covered his mouth. He shook his head in pity.

"In any case, I'm sorry I dropped all of this on you. I'll let you get some sleep."

"But you won't," John responded, causing her to stop moving.

Green eyes looked up and met his sympathetic hazel ones.

"I don't want you feeling sorry for me," Elizabeth said quietly.

"I don't. I empathize. Remember, you're talking to someone with more than a few black marks on his record."

She smiled slightly.

"Come on in," John said, backing away from the door and giving her room to enter.

She hesitated for a moment, then followed him.

"As it turns out, I have a whole other stack of paperwork that I was blissfully unaware of until five minutes ago. So if you wanna keep me company while I finish it, you're more than welcome to."

"And if I fall asleep and start to have a nightmare?"

"Then I'll wake you up and remind you that it was a nightmare and this is real. Okay?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Okay."

She sat down in the chair in between his bed and his desk. About five minutes in, she pulled her legs underneath her.

The next time John looked over at her, her shoulders were slumped and her head was resting on the back of the chair.

Elizabeth didn't have one bad dream that night.

[Falcon Horus]

And here. I live in Florida.

Belgium's supposed to have snow right round this period of time... It doesn't even need to stick, just fall out of the sky and melt on impact is fine... I just want snow. Instead I get near springtime temperatures and tweeting birds whom I yell at on a regular basis these days to inform them -- "IT'S STILL WINTER!! STOP TWEETING LIKE IT'S SPRING!!"

[Sparky She-Demon]

More snow in the forecast for Illinois.