Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Sparky She-Demon]

I was horrible at smut at first...but with the help of a few good tutors, I got over my hang ups. It takes practice

What were your hangups, if you don't mind me asking?

[Southern Red]

angst and smut are my two most favorite genres, ya know Thank you

I took the day off work today (I have a bunch of personal days to use and tix to see Celtic Woman's Christmas concert tonight)...it's weird to be online first thing in the morning! lol I miss these days.... *sigh*

Angsty smut. Now that's a genre. And yes, you are very good at writing both.

I love Celtic Woman. We saw them at Wolf Trap a few years ago. Stunning.

[Sparky She-Demon]

I like Celtic Woman too!

[drewandian]

What were your hangups, if you don't mind me asking?

I had issues using explicit language (which made the people who know me in RL laugh because I have a tendency to swear like a sailor most of the time....). There were just certain anatomical terms I couldn't bring myself to write. I got over it tho

Angsty smut. Now that's a genre. And yes, you are very good at writing both.

I love Celtic Woman. We saw them at Wolf Trap a few years ago. Stunning.

Thank you

I'm super excited about the concert tonight....I love the way the Celtic music sounds and I'm in the mood for some pretty Christmas music (hoping it'll get the creative juices flowing for some Advent calendar fics I need to write)

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Canon Monday!

Amen.

And even though I've already rec'd it once this week, I'm gonna do it again, because chronologically speaking, it's the right time. Plus I'm trying to brainwash everybody into thinking this story is canon.

"Decaf on the Balcony"

Cleaning up some stuff on my computer, and then I'm settling down and working on Sparky fic.

Guh! I love that fic! And I'm with SR: that is so totally personal headcanon.

so sad that I missed TRW post-a-thon it's one of my fave eps for SO many reasons!!!

nolamom and MR great arts!!!

All the talk about Lifeline and the eps after reminded me of this sig I made forever ago (the lyrics are from the song "Whisper" by Evanesence)

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...inewhisper.jpg

(feel free to snurch if you're so moved to do so...i don't mind sharing)

*scampers off to read SW's fic*

Waaaah! We missed you, too! But there's Common Ground next Sunday if you're still in the mood for some angsty Lizzeh.

*flailing at the sig* That's just beautiful... oh our poor Lizzeh! *huggles*

I had issues using explicit language (which made the people who know me in RL laugh because I have a tendency to swear like a sailor most of the time....). There were just certain anatomical terms I couldn't bring myself to write. I got over it tho

*giggles*

And have fun at the concert!

[drewandian]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Canon Monday!



Guh! I love that fic! And I'm with SR: that is so totally personal headcanon.



Waaaah! We missed you, too! But there's Common Ground next Sunday if you're still in the mood for some angsty Lizzeh.

*flailing at the sig* That's just beautiful... oh our poor Lizzeh! *huggles*



*giggles*

And have fun at the concert!

My post-a-thon participation is on haitus til I get my own place, unfortunately but I'll be with you in spirit!

thanks...that was the last ep I watched *sniff*

[Sparky She-Demon]

I had issues using explicit language (which made the people who know me in RL laugh because I have a tendency to swear like a sailor most of the time....). There were just certain anatomical terms I couldn't bring myself to write. I got over it tho

That's pretty much the problem I have, along with the mindset that certain things should remain private. How should I get myself past it?

[ShipperWriter]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Canon Monday!

Guh! I love that fic! And I'm with SR: that is so totally personal headcanon.

*beams* Aww, shucks. Thanks!

[Sparky She-Demon]

My headcanon, their relationship starts after the events of the episode "The Long Goodbye".

[ShWeir]

I could kick myself for missing the post-a-thon last night! That episode is full of Sparky moments!

[ShipperWriter]

I could kick myself for missing the post-a-thon last night! That episode is full of Sparky moments!

I'm with you. I may hafta watch it after work ... and see if the fic/vid bunnies come up with anything else.

[Sparky She-Demon]

I'm with you. I may hafta watch it after work ... and see if the fic/vid bunnies come up with anything else.

I'm with you guys. I'm toying with watching it!

[ShipperWriter]

This is what I have accomplished on my AU HS story. Not the original one I was working on. Let's call this 2.0.

Spoiler:

Elizabeth Weir shook her head as the two juniors stared awkwardly at each other during the audition. Perhaps they weren't the best choice as the inseparable star crossed lovers, considering they could barely look each other in the eye.

"Okay, Mr. Giles, let's try that again, why don't we?"

He nodded timidly and went back to his mark on the floor.

Elizabeth leaned back in her theater seat and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Not as easy as it looked, huh?" a voice spoke from behind her.

She smiled as John Sheppard leaned his crossed arms on the seat back next to her.

"I suppose this wasn't the best decision of my life," she admitted as she slowly twisted in her seat, trying to work the kinks out of her back. "We only have one week to prepare. Most of the sets from previous productions are still standing, so that doesn't pose a problem. But so far, none of the male students trying out for Romeo or Mercutio have tested well."

John peeked over her shoulder at the list in her lap. "Who's the best person you got for lover boy right now?"

Elizabeth tried her best to hide a smirk. "Martin Giles."

"The nerd who's never had a date in his life. Uh-huh."

"I'm not a drama teacher," she replied in defense. "I only took this because of Teyla's family emergency. It will be a miracle if I pull this off."

John glanced up at the assortment of kids on stage, then looked back to the government teacher who was looking a little overwhelmed. "I got an idea. But I don't know if you're gonna like it."

She narrowed her green eyes. "Go ahead."

"There's this senior on the football team. Taylor Christianson. his grades are a little low, and I've been working with his teachers to pull them up so I don't have to kick him off the team."

"What are you getting at, Coach?"

"He is, and I am paraphrasing loosely here, 'the hottest guy on campus' and oh my God, I can't believe I just said that," he said, burying his head in his hands.

Elizabeth laughed. "You want to bring him in to see if he can play Romeo?"

"Yeah." John nodded to the students on stage. "If he gets it, I wanted to see if any of his teachers would accept it as extra credit."

"Can he act?"

John shrugged. "No clue."

Elizabeth sighed.

"But he's a good kid. And he tries hard. At least give him a chance?" John asked, even though his knowing smirk seemed to indicate that he already thought she would say yes.

Elizabeth looked towards the stage, and saw Martin Giles try to lean in to kiss the girl playing Juliet at the moment. Between her leaning backwards to escape him and him leaning forward rapidly, they fell to the stage amid a cloud of giggles.

Elizabeth turned her head back to John and smiled.

"Yes."

-=-=-=-=-=-

“Are you insane?”

John had just inserted a French fry in his mouth when the wrestling coach sitting across from him asked his question.

“Wha -- why do you say that?” John asked back, chewing the fry and swallowing it with his Coke.

Ronan shrugged, crossing his arms. “I’ve known you for a while, Sheppard. I’ve never seen you stick your neck out for a student, not like this, at least.”

“Well, Weir’s stuck, and Taylor needs the break. It seems like a win-win.”

“And you’ll get on Weir’s good side.”

John smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I’m already on her good side.”

“Sorry, let me rephrase. You’ll get in her bed.”

“Okay, not cool, and no. I have a ton of respect for Elizabeth.”

Ronan paused. “Which translates to, you really wanna get in bed with her.”

“Geez, you’re such a frat boy,” John responded, throwing a fry at Ronan.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Rodney McKay asked as he set his tray down on the table next to John.

“Sheppard’s got a crush on Weir.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Which you can’t. Cause I’m the one with the PhD at this table.”

John rolled his eyes. Ronan pulled the French fry off his shoulder and ate it.

“So listen. I’ve got a field trip coming up in a couple of weeks, and I can’t stand the sycophants I’m stuck going with.”

“They’re called students, Rodney. Say it with me.”

McKay grimaced at him. “Hardy har har. I need some more chaperones to come with us. For some reason, the parents are bailing left and right.”

Ronan stared at him. “I can’t imagine why,” he dead-panned, causing Sheppard to almost snort his soda through his nose.

The comment seemed to go right over McKay's head. "Yeah, neither can I."

John buried his head in his shoulder to stifle a laugh. They could be the Three Stooges.

"So either one of you interested?" Rodney asked.

"As much as I would love to, I'm helping Elizabeth with a project," John replied, bringing the turkey sandwich to his mouth.

"Okay, fair enough. Ronan, what about you?"

The dreadlocked coach stared back with a glare. "Don't want to."

"Why don't you ask Zelenka?" John suggested in between bites.

McKay groaned. "Because he is often wrong, and I don't wish to spend the entirety of the field trip correcting him."

"Maybe it's not that he's wrong, but he has a different way to explain it," John reasoned, waving a fry emphatically at the physics teacher. "Because he has a doctorate too. What are the chances he's actually wrong?"

Ronan chuckled at the flushed look that reddened McKay's face. He and John made a habit of teasing him, sometimes to excess. But considering the Messiah complex that he had, it was surprisingly easy to annoy him.

"Look, it doesn't matter why you can't get along most of the time. You two are the best physics teachers at the school. And since it's a physics field trip, he would be the best person to have along." When McKay started to open his mouth, John pointed a finger at him. "And that is final."

Even though they taught in different departments, John easily slipped into a leadership role when they were together. I must have been in the military in another life, he mused humorously to himself.

The bell rang in the corridor outside the staff cafeteria. McKay and Sheppard both had planning next period, but Ronan had a weight lifting class. So he swallowed the remainder of his burger and slid the chair back. "See ya later."

"Okay. Text me when you're done." John extended his fist, and Ronan returned the gesture with a casual fist bump.

Rodney stuck his hand out. Ronan looked at it like it had just come from picking the scientist's nose, then walked away.

Sheppard chuckled, causing McKay to scowl. "Maybe next time, little buddy."

[Sparky She-Demon]

Very nice. I like it! I like it a lot!

I wish I had some Sparky writing to show you guys, but I don't have any!

[Southern Red]

This is what I have accomplished on my AU HS story. Not the original one I was working on. Let's call this 2.0.

Spoiler:

Elizabeth Weir shook her head as the two juniors stared awkwardly at each other during the audition. Perhaps they weren't the best choice as the inseparable star crossed lovers, considering they could barely look each other in the eye.

"Okay, Mr. Giles, let's try that again, why don't we?"

He nodded timidly and went back to his mark on the floor.

Elizabeth leaned back in her theater seat and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Not as easy as it looked, huh?" a voice spoke from behind her.

She smiled as John Sheppard leaned his crossed arms on the seat back next to her.

"I suppose this wasn't the best decision of my life," she admitted as she slowly twisted in her seat, trying to work the kinks out of her back. "We only have one week to prepare. Most of the sets from previous productions are still standing, so that doesn't pose a problem. But so far, none of the male students trying out for Romeo or Mercutio have tested well."

John peeked over her shoulder at the list in her lap. "Who's the best person you got for lover boy right now?"

Elizabeth tried her best to hide a smirk. "Martin Giles."

"The nerd who's never had a date in his life. Uh-huh."

"I'm not a drama teacher," she replied in defense. "I only took this because of Teyla's family emergency. It will be a miracle if I pull this off."

John glanced up at the assortment of kids on stage, then looked back to the government teacher who was looking a little overwhelmed. "I got an idea. But I don't know if you're gonna like it."

She narrowed her green eyes. "Go ahead."

"There's this senior on the football team. Taylor Christianson. his grades are a little low, and I've been working with his teachers to pull them up so I don't have to kick him off the team."

"What are you getting at, Coach?"

"He is, and I am paraphrasing loosely here, 'the hottest guy on campus' and oh my God, I can't believe I just said that," he said, burying his head in his hands.

Elizabeth laughed. "You want to bring him in to see if he can play Romeo?"

"Yeah." John nodded to the students on stage. "If he gets it, I wanted to see if any of his teachers would accept it as extra credit."

"Can he act?"

John shrugged. "No clue."

Elizabeth sighed.

"But he's a good kid. And he tries hard. At least give him a chance?" John asked, even though his knowing smirk seemed to indicate that he already thought she would say yes.

Elizabeth looked towards the stage, and saw Martin Giles try to lean in to kiss the girl playing Juliet at the moment. Between her leaning backwards to escape him and him leaning forward rapidly, they fell to the stage amid a cloud of giggles.

Elizabeth turned her head back to John and smiled.

"Yes."

-=-=-=-=-=-

“Are you insane?”

John had just inserted a French fry in his mouth when the wrestling coach sitting across from him asked his question.

“Wha -- why do you say that?” John asked back, chewing the fry and swallowing it with his Coke.

Ronan shrugged, crossing his arms. “I’ve known you for a while, Sheppard. I’ve never seen you stick your neck out for a student, not like this, at least.”

“Well, Weir’s stuck, and Taylor needs the break. It seems like a win-win.”

“And you’ll get on Weir’s good side.”

John smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I’m already on her good side.”

“Sorry, let me rephrase. You’ll get in her bed.”

“Okay, not cool, and no. I have a ton of respect for Elizabeth.”

Ronan paused. “Which translates to, you really wanna get in bed with her.”

“Geez, you’re such a frat boy,” John responded, throwing a fry at Ronan.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Rodney McKay asked as he set his tray down on the table next to John.

“Sheppard’s got a crush on Weir.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Which you can’t. Cause I’m the one with the PhD at this table.”

John rolled his eyes. Ronan pulled the French fry off his shoulder and ate it.

“So listen. I’ve got a field trip coming up in a couple of weeks, and I can’t stand the sycophants I’m stuck going with.”

“They’re called students, Rodney. Say it with me.”

McKay grimaced at him. “Hardy har har. I need some more chaperones to come with us. For some reason, the parents are bailing left and right.”

Ronan stared at him. “I can’t imagine why,” he dead-panned, causing Sheppard to almost snort his soda through his nose.

The comment seemed to go right over McKay's head. "Yeah, neither can I."

John buried his head in his shoulder to stifle a laugh. They could be the Three Stooges.

"So either one of you interested?" Rodney asked.

"As much as I would love to, I'm helping Elizabeth with a project," John replied, bringing the turkey sandwich to his mouth.

"Okay, fair enough. Ronan, what about you?"

The dreadlocked coach stared back with a glare. "Don't want to."

"Why don't you ask Zelenka?" John suggested in between bites.

McKay groaned. "Because he is often wrong, and I don't wish to spend the entirety of the field trip correcting him."

"Maybe it's not that he's wrong, but he has a different way to explain it," John reasoned, waving a fry emphatically at the physics teacher. "Because he has a doctorate too. What are the chances he's actually wrong?"

Ronan chuckled at the flushed look that reddened McKay's face. He and John made a habit of teasing him, sometimes to excess. But considering the Messiah complex that he had, it was surprisingly easy to annoy him.

"Look, it doesn't matter why you can't get along most of the time. You two are the best physics teachers at the school. And since it's a physics field trip, he would be the best person to have along." When McKay started to open his mouth, John pointed a finger at him. "And that is final."

Even though they taught in different departments, John easily slipped into a leadership role when they were together. I must have been in the military in another life, he mused humorously to himself.

The bell rang in the corridor outside the staff cafeteria. McKay and Sheppard both had planning next period, but Ronan had a weight lifting class. So he swallowed the remainder of his burger and slid the chair back. "See ya later."

"Okay. Text me when you're done." John extended his fist, and Ronan returned the gesture with a casual fist bump.

Rodney stuck his hand out. Ronan looked at it like it had just come from picking the scientist's nose, then walked away.

Sheppard chuckled, causing McKay to scowl. "Maybe next time, little buddy."

Still excellent, and your school experience gives it a realistic touch. Cause you know what actually goes on in the teachers' lounge.