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    Originally posted by Nolamom View Post
    pardon the pun...
    OMG, that is so cool!

    Originally posted by ShipperWriter View Post
    *runs in screaming*

    It's done! It's done! It's done!

    Ladies and gentlemen (and fair Lemmings), "We'll Always Have M51-936" has been completed.

    Here is the epilogue!
    Spoiler:
    One week later.

    Elizabeth tapped the touch screen on another requisition report from Rodney and set it down on the right side of her desk. She glanced at where the pile had previously been on the left and heaved a sigh of relief.

    She was finally done.

    Leaning back in her chair, she clasped her hands behind her head and smiled contentedly. Something had changed in her work dynamic. She didn’t like leaving her office at night, knowing that the pile of work waiting on her desk would only double in the morning, so she was making a conscientious effort to complete everything by the time her shift was done. Her work ethic had improved dramatically, due to the fact that she usually had plans with someone every evening after work. Carson hadn’t even had to call her down to the infirmary and berate her on her lack of sleep.

    Elizabeth smirked. Thanks to her military commander, she had been sleeping just fine.

    Just then, John Sheppard came walking across the walkway into her office, arms swinging and smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Hey,” he called out, taking a seat on the outside edge of her desk.

    She sat up in her seat. “Hey yourself.”

    He looked across the desk and let out an admiring whistle. “Wow. You got all your paperwork caught up? Didn’t stuff it in a drawer to make it look like you’re all done?”

    She smiled, then closed her laptop and took her PDA off the dock. “No cheating. Everything’s done.”

    John narrowed his eyes. “That’s the third time this week that you’ve left your office with a clean desk.”

    Elizabeth gave him an identical look. “And you’re keeping count.”

    He shrugged, then stood up. “So, you wanna grab some dinner?”

    “Sorry, can’t. Have plans.” She rose from her desk and glanced casually at her PDA, then left it on the desktop.

    “Oh. Sure. With Teyla?” he asked, sliding his hands in his pockets.

    “No,” was Elizabeth’s short response as she moved around the desk, heading towards the exit.

    “’No’?” John replied, following her out. “With who, then?” he asked in a slightly higher voice.

    She turned around to regard him when they neared the stairs. “Good night, John,” she replied with a tight lipped smile, and descended down the stairs.

    -=-=-=-=-=-

    After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Elizabeth left her quarters and began walking through the city. She bit her lip, wishing she had brought her PDA. The person she was having dinner with had emailed her earlier with the specific location, but she had gotten distracted and left it sitting there in her office. It was some obscure place in the city, and she could barely remember the general location, much less the exact spot.

    She reached to tap her earpiece and call to ask for directions, but just as her finger almost came in contact with the earpiece the corridors became increasingly familiar. She cleared her throat and glanced nervously down a corridor, and was relieved to not see anyone. She smoothed the faint wrinkles out of her dark jeans and kept walking, looking out the windows to see if anything was familiar.

    A faint sound of glass clinking echoed lightly down the hallway, and she made a turn to the left. Sunlight was streaming in an open door at the end, and she walked towards it, a little more confidently.

    She walked through the doorway and found her dinner date, wearing an off white, slightly wrinkled buttoned up shirt and a faded pair of jeans.

    “Hi.”

    John turned around and smiled widely. “Hey! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost,” he told her, walking up to her and cupping her face, giving her a swift kiss on the lips.

    “Almost,” she replied, tilting her head and nodding to the labyrinth of corridors behind her. “So, you picked a secluded spot for a date.”

    He shrugged. “Had to make sure no one saw us.”

    She looked back at the balcony to see what he had set up for dinner. There was a blanket spread out on the hard floor, with a standard Expedition storage bin laying towards the back of it. She snickered. “What, you couldn’t find a picnic basket?”

    He glanced down at it. “Yeah, because that wouldn’t have been obvious.”

    There was a bottle of wine setting next to the bin, with two wine glasses next to it. That must have been the sound she heard down the hallway. Elizabeth lowered herself onto the blanket and picked up the wine bottle, looking at the label. “And yet, you somehow absconded with wine glasses.”

    John nodded as he sat down next to her on the blanket. “Yeah. The cafeteria lady owed me a favor.”

    “Oh. She’s so sweet.”

    “Yep.” He pointed at the wine bottle. “You want some of that?”

    She laughed softly as she handed it to him. “John, you do remember what happened the last time the two of us had a bottle of wine during dinner?”

    He twisted the cork out of the bottle neck with a pop and smiled. “No, actually, I don’t. Care to remind me?”

    In a graceful twist, she leaned over and cupped a hand behind his neck, pulling him towards her. She kissed him, but instead of the chaste greeting kiss that John had given her only moments before, this one was passionate, craving, hungry.

    John disengaged and held up a finger, then carefully put the wine bottle back on the floor, up against the wall.

    Elizabeth pulled back just enough to meet his gaze and smiled in slight confusion. “I thought we were having dinner.”

    He smiled, tilting his head as he kissed her neck. Elizabeth was immediately happy that her pale green shirt had a wide neckline, giving him more access.

    “Yeah, so did I.”

    She chuckled and pushed John down onto the blanket, then carefully maneuvered around the bin and straddled his hips.

    He looked up at her, slightly startled, and she only shrugged as she began to unbutton his shirt.

    “I thought we’d just reenact it.”

    He smirked at her, and before Elizabeth lowered her lips to meet his again, she began planning exactly how to get that smirk off his face.

    Fin.
    Spoiler:
    And yes, the last sentence is stolen from a lovely person on LJ sorry, I forget who exactly who has an icon with Elizabeth saying something to the effect of "I'm coming up with non-PG ways to wipe that smirk off his face". Hee.
    Aaahhhhh!!!!! *runs around in circles flailing and squeeing* That's just so awesome! And naughty.
    And I've got that icon, BTW. It was made by Cutting Onions.
    (This is legal notice that any attempt to censor or delete, for the purpose of oppressing fair and open discussion, any statement made by me will be considered a violation of my right to free speech as guaranteed by the First Amendment of the United States Constitution, and will be dealt with in accordance with federal law.)
    Sparky is on screen. Therefore, it is canon. Elizabeth is still out there. And John WILL bring her home.

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      SW did I mentio you re the queen of Spark?
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        Originally posted by ShipperWriter View Post
        *runs in screaming*

        It's done! It's done! It's done!

        Ladies and gentlemen (and fair Lemmings), "We'll Always Have M51-936" has been completed.

        Here is the epilogue!
        Spoiler:
        One week later.

        Elizabeth tapped the touch screen on another requisition report from Rodney and set it down on the right side of her desk. She glanced at where the pile had previously been on the left and heaved a sigh of relief.

        She was finally done.

        Leaning back in her chair, she clasped her hands behind her head and smiled contentedly. Something had changed in her work dynamic. She didn’t like leaving her office at night, knowing that the pile of work waiting on her desk would only double in the morning, so she was making a conscientious effort to complete everything by the time her shift was done. Her work ethic had improved dramatically, due to the fact that she usually had plans with someone every evening after work. Carson hadn’t even had to call her down to the infirmary and berate her on her lack of sleep.

        Elizabeth smirked. Thanks to her military commander, she had been sleeping just fine.

        Just then, John Sheppard came walking across the walkway into her office, arms swinging and smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Hey,” he called out, taking a seat on the outside edge of her desk.

        She sat up in her seat. “Hey yourself.”

        He looked across the desk and let out an admiring whistle. “Wow. You got all your paperwork caught up? Didn’t stuff it in a drawer to make it look like you’re all done?”

        She smiled, then closed her laptop and took her PDA off the dock. “No cheating. Everything’s done.”

        John narrowed his eyes. “That’s the third time this week that you’ve left your office with a clean desk.”

        Elizabeth gave him an identical look. “And you’re keeping count.”

        He shrugged, then stood up. “So, you wanna grab some dinner?”

        “Sorry, can’t. Have plans.” She rose from her desk and glanced casually at her PDA, then left it on the desktop.

        “Oh. Sure. With Teyla?” he asked, sliding his hands in his pockets.

        “No,” was Elizabeth’s short response as she moved around the desk, heading towards the exit.

        “’No’?” John replied, following her out. “With who, then?” he asked in a slightly higher voice.

        She turned around to regard him when they neared the stairs. “Good night, John,” she replied with a tight lipped smile, and descended down the stairs.

        -=-=-=-=-=-

        After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Elizabeth left her quarters and began walking through the city. She bit her lip, wishing she had brought her PDA. The person she was having dinner with had emailed her earlier with the specific location, but she had gotten distracted and left it sitting there in her office. It was some obscure place in the city, and she could barely remember the general location, much less the exact spot.

        She reached to tap her earpiece and call to ask for directions, but just as her finger almost came in contact with the earpiece the corridors became increasingly familiar. She cleared her throat and glanced nervously down a corridor, and was relieved to not see anyone. She smoothed the faint wrinkles out of her dark jeans and kept walking, looking out the windows to see if anything was familiar.

        A faint sound of glass clinking echoed lightly down the hallway, and she made a turn to the left. Sunlight was streaming in an open door at the end, and she walked towards it, a little more confidently.

        She walked through the doorway and found her dinner date, wearing an off white, slightly wrinkled buttoned up shirt and a faded pair of jeans.

        “Hi.”

        John turned around and smiled widely. “Hey! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost,” he told her, walking up to her and cupping her face, giving her a swift kiss on the lips.

        “Almost,” she replied, tilting her head and nodding to the labyrinth of corridors behind her. “So, you picked a secluded spot for a date.”

        He shrugged. “Had to make sure no one saw us.”

        She looked back at the balcony to see what he had set up for dinner. There was a blanket spread out on the hard floor, with a standard Expedition storage bin laying towards the back of it. She snickered. “What, you couldn’t find a picnic basket?”

        He glanced down at it. “Yeah, because that wouldn’t have been obvious.”

        There was a bottle of wine setting next to the bin, with two wine glasses next to it. That must have been the sound she heard down the hallway. Elizabeth lowered herself onto the blanket and picked up the wine bottle, looking at the label. “And yet, you somehow absconded with wine glasses.”

        John nodded as he sat down next to her on the blanket. “Yeah. The cafeteria lady owed me a favor.”

        “Oh. She’s so sweet.”

        “Yep.” He pointed at the wine bottle. “You want some of that?”

        She laughed softly as she handed it to him. “John, you do remember what happened the last time the two of us had a bottle of wine during dinner?”

        He twisted the cork out of the bottle neck with a pop and smiled. “No, actually, I don’t. Care to remind me?”

        In a graceful twist, she leaned over and cupped a hand behind his neck, pulling him towards her. She kissed him, but instead of the chaste greeting kiss that John had given her only moments before, this one was passionate, craving, hungry.

        John disengaged and held up a finger, then carefully put the wine bottle back on the floor, up against the wall.

        Elizabeth pulled back just enough to meet his gaze and smiled in slight confusion. “I thought we were having dinner.”

        He smiled, tilting his head as he kissed her neck. Elizabeth was immediately happy that her pale green shirt had a wide neckline, giving him more access.

        “Yeah, so did I.”

        She chuckled and pushed John down onto the blanket, then carefully maneuvered around the bin and straddled his hips.

        He looked up at her, slightly startled, and she only shrugged as she began to unbutton his shirt.

        “I thought we’d just reenact it.”

        He smirked at her, and before Elizabeth lowered her lips to meet his again, she began planning exactly how to get that smirk off his face.

        Fin.
        Spoiler:
        And yes, the last sentence is stolen from a lovely person on LJ sorry, I forget who exactly who has an icon with Elizabeth saying something to the effect of "I'm coming up with non-PG ways to wipe that smirk off his face". Hee.
        Queen of Spark indeed. You've got my vote. That was a perfect ending for a fun fic.

        BTW, a personal note. We have called in our level 4 expert for help with your problem. I tried it and got the same result you did. He will probably get to it tomorrow if not too busy at work.

        Meanwhile, has anybody else had trouble creating an account at SGA Rising? It seems people aren't getting an email confirming when you sign up. If you haven't registered, hold off until we fix it.
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          I ought to register for SGA rising....if there is a season 7 I want in on the action...considering I have a goal to finish a writing challenge after my SGAREVERSEBANG Epic fail which I dont want to get into.
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            Originally posted by Scary Kitty View Post
            Aaahhhhh!!!!! *runs around in circles flailing and squeeing* That's just so awesome! And naughty.
            And I've got that icon, BTW. It was made by Cutting Onions.
            I thought it was Cutting Onions, but I wasn't sure ...

            Originally posted by TheLadyMore View Post
            SW did I mentio you re the queen of Spark?
            Originally posted by Southern Red View Post
            Queen of Spark indeed. You've got my vote. That was a perfect ending for a fun fic.
            *bows and accepts paper crown*

            Aww, thank! I had fun. I'm very proud of my little story.

            BTW, a personal note. We have called in our level 4 expert for help with your problem. I tried it and got the same result you did. He will probably get to it tomorrow if not too busy at work.

            Meanwhile, has anybody else had trouble creating an account at SGA Rising? It seems people aren't getting an email confirming when you sign up. If you haven't registered, hold off until we fix it.
            No problem. Whenever you get around to repairing it. And if BoD gets posted first, then, well, I suppose it'll just have to make do.

            *sends hugs to Anuna*

            Heading to bed! Night, everybody!

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              Originally posted by Southern Red View Post
              It's pretty scary, tourists that don't know where they're going, taxi drivers that don't care if they hit you, big tour busses, pedestrians who don't look or stop and have the right of way at crosswalks, one-way streets that change directions at rush hour, oh, and let's not forget the circles. OMG. After 30 years here, I've lost most of my fear but you still need a navigator when driving. If you miss your turn, it's seldom possible to circle a block. I love to impress visiting friends with my skillz in getting a cab, however. You just raise your hand and they will screech across 2 lanes of traffic and stop on a dime right in front of you. Score!
              That totally explains why we took the train into D.C. from Stirling, Virginia. The traffic from her house to the station was bad enough. At least that's where I think mom's friend lives.

              Those cabbies sound like they are something else.
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              I tell you Teal'c, hockey is the coolest game on Earth!

              Did you not say it is played on ice, O'Neill?

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                Originally posted by ShipperWriter View Post
                *calmly walks in thread*

                It's done! *squees and runs out flailing*

                Warning: not for kiddies. Sparky smut.

                "Making Amends"

                *calmly walks out*
                I love it, SW!!!! Almost as much as the end of We'll Always Have M51-936.

                Since I can't green you again yet. Mental Sparky Green.
                Last edited by mandogater; 02 July 2012, 08:45 PM.
                I tell you Teal'c, hockey is the coolest game on Earth!

                Did you not say it is played on ice, O'Neill?

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                  Originally posted by mandogater View Post
                  That totally explains why we took the train into D.C. from Stirling, Virginia. The traffic from her house to the station was bad enough. At least that's where I think mom's friend lives.

                  Those cabbies sound like they are something else.
                  SR Jr lived in Stirling when he first got out of college. But there's no train from there. We call it Metro here, but the nearest station isn't far. They are expanding the Metro in that direction, hoping to take it all the way to Dulles Airport which is causing one holy traffic mess out that way and won't be done for about 10 years. At the same time, they are adding another lane or so to I66 and adding to the beltway. It all meets in Tysons Corner in the worst traffic slowdown in human history. If you're not from here, you don't know, but Tysons Corner is a 4.9 square mile area in Virginia that has 46 million square feet in office and retail space, a daytime population of over 100,000 and a nighttime population of under 20,000. Just try to imagine that. And that doesn't count all the people going to shop at the various huge malls. I try to avoid it at all costs. *shudders*

                  But hey, this is a great place to visit. Come and bring your friends. I'll meet you for lunch and maybe even go sightseeing with you. Washington is a very clean city, at least in the tourist areas and is stunningly beautiful all lit up at night. We're not very friendly as a group though. Everybody is in a hurry because they are all very important, so don't expect chitchat. Stand to the right on the Metro escalators. Don't walk 4 abreast and block the sidewalks and don't talk loudly on the Metro. Remember all that and you should be fine. Oh, and bring money. Lots and lots of money. PS. The Smithsonian Museums are free.

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                    That's one of the things I love about San Antonio - we don't have bad traffic. Sure, we complain about it, but in reality, ours is quite light considering we're the 7th largest city in the nation. San Antonio is one of America's 4 Unique Cities (San Francisco, New Orleans, and Boston are the other three). We have a very strong Spanish influence - in architecture, food, music, and celebrations. San Antonio is very clean. Even the older, run-down sections are tidy. Some of the famous attractions - the Riverwalk (absolutely beautiful and a great way to spend an afternoon/evening), the Alamo and the Missions, a world-renowned zoo (our endangered animal breeding is very successful), and several theme parks (Sea World, Fiesta Texas - a 6 Flags park). We also have the second-oldest park in America after Boston Commons. [/chamber of commerce plug]
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                      Originally posted by Nolamom View Post
                      That's one of the things I love about San Antonio - we don't have bad traffic. Sure, we complain about it, but in reality, ours is quite light considering we're the 7th largest city in the nation. San Antonio is one of America's 4 Unique Cities (San Francisco, New Orleans, and Boston are the other three). We have a very strong Spanish influence - in architecture, food, music, and celebrations. San Antonio is very clean. Even the older, run-down sections are tidy. Some of the famous attractions - the Riverwalk (absolutely beautiful and a great way to spend an afternoon/evening), the Alamo and the Missions, a world-renowned zoo (our endangered animal breeding is very successful), and several theme parks (Sea World, Fiesta Texas - a 6 Flags park). We also have the second-oldest park in America after Boston Commons. [/chamber of commerce plug]
                      I love San Antonio. I've been there twice and loved it both times. I heard you have added to the Riverwalk, one of the world's best places to stroll and eat. The best margaritas I've ever had were at La Margarita. It's also a good city to walk around in and there's always the Trolley.
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                        They do know how to make a mean margarita on the Riverwalk
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                          LOVE the Riverwalk. Hubby and I lived in Texas for 2 years when he was stationed at Fort Hood.

                          DC makes me nervous. We grew up MD and now live in PA. The ONLY way I will go there is the Metro. Makes life much easier. The Smithsonian is a GREAT place. Hubby was almost a helicopter pilot, so the Air and Space Museum is fun to do with him.
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                            Originally posted by Pocus View Post
                            LOVE the Riverwalk. Hubby and I lived in Texas for 2 years when he was stationed at Fort Hood.

                            DC makes me nervous. We grew up MD and now live in PA. The ONLY way I will go there is the Metro. Makes life much easier. The Smithsonian is a GREAT place. Hubby was almost a helicopter pilot, so the Air and Space Museum is fun to do with him.
                            You should come back and go to the new Air and Space. It's huuuugggeee.

                            I'm loving our travelogue. Who else has a hometown to promote?
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                              Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Smutty Tuesday!

                              Ah, I'd love to visit Washington, DC someday. Definitely want to see the Smithsonian. But I have to say that the traffic horror stories you're telling me about make the traffic here in the Los Angeles area sound like a cakewalk in comparison.
                              (This is legal notice that any attempt to censor or delete, for the purpose of oppressing fair and open discussion, any statement made by me will be considered a violation of my right to free speech as guaranteed by the First Amendment of the United States Constitution, and will be dealt with in accordance with federal law.)
                              Sparky is on screen. Therefore, it is canon. Elizabeth is still out there. And John WILL bring her home.

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                                Originally posted by Southern Red View Post
                                You should come back and go to the new Air and Space. It's huuuugggeee.

                                I'm loving our travelogue. Who else has a hometown to promote?
                                Last time we went was 11 or 12 years ago. I want to go again, just because. I will wear better shoes. We went 2 days in a row and my sandals gave me a huge blister the first day.

                                Baltimore Aquarium and the Inner Harbor is cool. Fort McHenry is fun. Lots of History and seagulls.
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