Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Southern Red]

I was looking through some SGA pics and saw this one of John from “Doppelganger”

Spoiler:

http://i46.tinypic.com/xcrp50.jpg

And first of all, could they have given him a smaller bed? *lol* but it was the “war and peace” book on his nightstand that stood out to me and so I went back and checked the shots of his room from the earlier seasons but it wasn’t there in those. Makes me think that maybe at least partly that he might be keeping it there more after Elizabeth went MIA. Now there could be other explanations of course but I like to think that it might have been a way to keep something that he shared with her close by, maybe to remind him to keep fighting for peace because he knew that’s what she would have wanted or maybe because he wanted to make sure he didn’t forget his ‘Lifeline’ promise (or how you wanted to put it) to find her if she was still alive…or maybe it was all the above. I brought it up mostly because I hadn’t seen it before and it made me think.

I don't know where I remember this from. Maybe someone else does, but either Joe said it or it was said in a commentary that he used to check his room to make sure they had included all the right stuff. Namely, his picture of him with Evel Knievel, the book and some other things. Evidently, he was very particular about all that. Not surprising considering how invested he was in his character.

[JT-2]

I don't know where I remember this from. Maybe someone else does, but either Joe said it or it was said in a commentary that he used to check his room to make sure they had included all the right stuff. Namely, his picture of him with Evel Knievel, the book and some other things. Evidently, he was very particular about all that. Not surprising considering how invested he was in his character.

And he was still reading it in season 5 when Rodney and Daniel started making jokes about his intelligence. *grumbles*

My kitty made it through his tooth extraction and cleaning fine. He seems to be blaming me and won't come anywhere near me.

[ShipperWriter]

I don't know where I remember this from. Maybe someone else does, but either Joe said it or it was said in a commentary that he used to check his room to make sure they had included all the right stuff. Namely, his picture of him with Evel Knievel, the book and some other things. Evidently, he was very particular about all that. Not surprising considering how invested he was in his character.

I don't remember either, but I appreciate all the little personal touches in the room. Makes it seem more real and not just a set built from IKEA furniture for a TV show. (Seriously, I swear, the furniture looks likes it's from IKEA!!!)

[ShipperWriter]

Hark, what is this?

Oh, it's Sparky fic!!!

"Just Like Romeo and Juliet"

Spoiler:

Elizabeth Weir shook her head in despair 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."

"John, you know that 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.

Ronon 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.”

Ronon 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 Ronon.

Ronon just grinned.

“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. Ronon 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. Anyways, I need some more chaperones to come with us. For some reason, the parents are bailing left and right.”

Ronon 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. Ronon, 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?"

Ronon 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, heck, in the district. And since it's a physics field trip, common sense would suggest that 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 Ronon 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 Ronon returned the gesture with a casual fist bump.

Rodney stuck his hand out. Ronon 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."

-=-=-=-=-=-

John Sheppard clicked his pen just as someone knocked on the door.

"Hey. Do you have a minute?" Elizabeth Weir asked as she walked inside his classroom, her leather work bag slung over one shoulder.

"For you, five." He smiled and put the pen back on the pile of geometry tests that needed to be graded. "What's up?"

She pulled a paper out of her bag and handed it to John. "Permission form for the play. If Taylor gets signatures from his teachers, he can audition."

"Great. I'll give it to him at practice later." He took the form and laid it on top of his iPhone. "So how was your day?"

She tilted her head in thought. "Rather good, actually. I only had to write up one student today."

John chuckled, lounging back in his office chair. "I had to break up a cat fight in the hallway just after lunch. I still don't get how some girls can be so mature, and some are still using a pacifier."

"I never understood it, especially when I was in school. My teachers gave me such praise for being so mature and responsible, yet I was just being myself."

He leaned forward, groaning in unison with his chair. "You're a unique individual, Elizabeth. Your teachers just saw it early on."

Elizabeth smiled, then crossed her arms. "You're being rather complimentary. What's going on?"

"Huh? Nothing," he replied, shuffling his papers in embarrassment at being caught. And here I thought I was being subtle.

She perched on the edge of a student desk. "You know I don't believe that for a moment."

John continued pretending to look for something for a few seconds, then looked up at her and sighed. "What were we talking about?"

Elizabeth smirked and gave him a knowing look. It was amazing that they knew each other so well that they were capable of figuring each other out with a single look. Usually she was better at it than he was; he wasn't good at expressing his feelings, which was the primary reason he was having such a hard time asking her out on a date.

He groaned as his alarm chirped. "I gotta get going to practice. I'll have Taylor drop this off to you when it's completed."

"Sounds good. Thanks, John, for your help."

As she walked out the door and he sat in his chair feeling like a moron, he brought his hands up and covered his face.

"Anytime," he muttered.

---------

Taylor made it through the audition. But on the penultimate day before the opening, he came down with a stomach bug. He wanted to soldier on, but Rosalie was refusing to kiss him.

Elizabeth couldn't blame her.

So the backup was on stage, and they were doing the kissing scene with the grace of two drunk sumo wrestlers.

Next to her, John groaned in discomfort and shuddered. She hid a smirk; his appearances at the rehearsals were unusual but welcome. As soon as the tardy bell rang for 6th period, he would be in his seat next to her, and the instant the period ended he would sprint back to his classroom. It was amusing -- cute, even. Even though he claimed he was just here to make sure Taylor and some of the other players did well, she detected ulterior motives.

They had flirted as long as they had known each other. Sometimes it was subtle; other times, it was too direct. No matter who had initiated it, John would start moving around in what he probably assumed were unnoticeable ways. Like the shuffling of feet on the ground, running of his hands through his hair, quickly changing the subject.

All were little things that, for some reason, made Elizabeth even more attracted to him.

When Brandon and Rosalie glared at each other and she began to brace her hands on her hips, John huffed and stood up. "Okay, that's it," he declared in consternation.

Elizabeth crossed her arms; this was going to be interesting.

What she didn't expect was for John to grab her by the hand and yank her out of her chair, pulling her on stage with him.

"John, what are you doing?" she asked in a frenzied whisper as she went up the steps, attempting to do so without falling over.

"How's your memory?" was his murmured response as they stood on stage, next to the confused drama students -- as well as a confused government teacher.

"Okay, you got the lines down. Good job. Now really do it! You're not just standing here, reciting your lines in a monotone fashion. If we wanted that, we would've just listened to Coach Dex reading the play."

The boys snickered. Some of the girls looked hopeful for a moment.

John turned to look at Elizabeth for a fleeting moment, and he winked at her. Suddenly, his comment to her made sense.

Oh no.

"Brandon, you have to make us believe that you fell in love with Rosalie the instant you saw her, and you would risk being caught, even death, just to see her," John instructed, gesturing between the two teenagers, yet his eyes were on Elizabeth.

She quickly caught up to him. "And Rosalie, you have to stand there, pleading your feelings to the heavens, and not care who's listening. Right now, the only two people in the world are you and Romeo."

Rosalie was a good actress, but she was obviously nervous about acting this scene out with Brandon, a boy that she had barely seen over the course of practicing for the play.

Elizabeth bowed her head and quietly sighed. Here goes nothing.

[ShipperWriter]

Part Two--

In case it looks familiar, this is a ficlet I posted a few months ago that I decided to sit down with tonight and tackle. I needed something fluffy.

Spoiler:

Elizabeth raised her head again, and John wasn't sure what he felt. On the one hand, he was relieved that she had picked up on his subtle hints. On the flip side, if she was playing Juliet, just for a minute, and she did a truly believable job, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself.

His arms dropped to the sides.

And John started to nervously chew on his lip.

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”

Elizabeth’s gaze was upwards towards the balcony seating, and the lamenting tone of her voice truly sounded as if she were pouring her heart out to God, wishing for him to magically appear. It was captivating; there was no other word for it.

Then her eyes dropped down and she turned to look at the students.

“What did she mean by that? In modern English, how would you say that?”

Rosalie’s eyes widened momentarily, but an awareness dawned on her and she nodded in understanding. “I want Romeo. I don’t care what my father thinks. I love Romeo. And if he truly loves me, then my father can disown me for all I care.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Exactly!” She pointed to the stairs that led down the side of the stage. “Brandon, sit on the steps and just listen. Close your eyes.”

He raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and acquiesced.

John stood in awe as Elizabeth took control of the scene and directed the students to state the gist of the Shakespearian lines instead of directly quoting. Once they got the hang of it and ran through it a few times, they got ready to rehearse the scene for real.

Yet just as they took their marks, the bell rang.

They groaned and complained about having to do it all again tomorrow, but when Elizabeth promised that she would be here after school, they seemed placated and went on to their last class of the day.

John ran off the stage and grabbed his laptop bag from the seat, slinging it over his shoulder. “That was amazing,” he applauded, turning to face her with an awkward smile.

Elizabeth chuckled faintly. “Sometimes all you need is a little motivation.”

Speaking of which--

“John?”

“Hmm?”

She hung her head but looked up from under nervous lashes.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

It’s now or never, John told himself.

“Oh fair maiden,” he replied with a smile, “anon cannot arrive soon enough. So what say you to dinner at my place?”

Not completed yet, but ... soon.

[ShipperWriter]

And he was still reading it in season 5 when Rodney and Daniel started making jokes about his intelligence. *grumbles*

My kitty made it through his tooth extraction and cleaning fine. He seems to be blaming me and won't come anywhere near me.

Yay!!! *hugs kitty* I know the feeling. Any time that my cat has to go in the car, or get his flea medication, he acts like I just neutered him or something.

[JT-2]

Yay!!! *hugs kitty* I know the feeling. Any time that my cat has to go in the car, or get his flea medication, he acts like I just neutered him or something.

They are definitely temperamental creatures.

Loved your continuing HS story!!

[meredithe5]

My first ever Sparky banner that I've made for Sparky She Demon

[Scary Kitty]

Glad to know your electricity is fixed, SR!

And welcome, meredithe5! That's a lovely sig banner!

I was looking through some SGA pics and saw this one of John from “Doppelganger”

Spoiler:

And first of all, could they have given him a smaller bed? *lol* but it was the “war and peace” book on his nightstand that stood out to me and so I went back and checked the shots of his room from the earlier seasons but it wasn’t there in those. Makes me think that maybe at least partly that he might be keeping it there more after Elizabeth went MIA. Now there could be other explanations of course but I like to think that it might have been a way to keep something that he shared with her close by, maybe to remind him to keep fighting for peace because he knew that’s what she would have wanted or maybe because he wanted to make sure he didn’t forget his ‘Lifeline’ promise (or how you wanted to put it) to find her if she was still alive…or maybe it was all the above. I brought it up mostly because I hadn’t seen it before and it made me think.

LOL, the too-short bed always cracked me up. I assume that it was leftover Ancient furniture... those Ancients were pretty short, apparently.

I don't know where I remember this from. Maybe someone else does, but either Joe said it or it was said in a commentary that he used to check his room to make sure they had included all the right stuff. Namely, his picture of him with Evel Knievel, the book and some other things. Evidently, he was very particular about all that. Not surprising considering how invested he was in his character.

In Joe We Trust. HE should've been showrunner, darnit.

And he was still reading it in season 5 when Rodney and Daniel started making jokes about his intelligence. *grumbles*

My headcanon is that John was still so broken up about losing Elizabeth that he couldn't even stand to pick up the book for months afterward. *nods firmly*

And yay for your cat being okay! I hope he forgives you, LOL.

[Lt.Colonel John Sheppard]

if they could make RDA an Executive Producer, why couldn't they make Joe one?

[Simlead]

I like it, Simlead.

Thanks. ^_^

My first ever Sparky banner that I've made for Sparky She Demon

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Wow, that's great!

[Southern Red]

I don't remember either, but I appreciate all the little personal touches in the room. Makes it seem more real and not just a set built from IKEA furniture for a TV show. (Seriously, I swear, the furniture looks likes it's from IKEA!!!)

I think it was. Seems once again I remember something being said about that.

Part Two--

In case it looks familiar, this is a ficlet I posted a few months ago that I decided to sit down with tonight and tackle. I needed something fluffy.

Spoiler:

Elizabeth raised her head again, and John wasn't sure what he felt. On the one hand, he was relieved that she had picked up on his subtle hints. On the flip side, if she was playing Juliet, just for a minute, and she did a truly believable job, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself.

His arms dropped to the sides.

And John started to nervously chew on his lip.

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”

Elizabeth’s gaze was upwards towards the balcony seating, and the lamenting tone of her voice truly sounded as if she were pouring her heart out to God, wishing for him to magically appear. It was captivating; there was no other word for it.

Then her eyes dropped down and she turned to look at the students.

“What did she mean by that? In modern English, how would you say that?”

Rosalie’s eyes widened momentarily, but an awareness dawned on her and she nodded in understanding. “I want Romeo. I don’t care what my father thinks. I love Romeo. And if he truly loves me, then my father can disown me for all I care.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Exactly!” She pointed to the stairs that led down the side of the stage. “Brandon, sit on the steps and just listen. Close your eyes.”

He raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and acquiesced.

John stood in awe as Elizabeth took control of the scene and directed the students to state the gist of the Shakespearian lines instead of directly quoting. Once they got the hang of it and ran through it a few times, they got ready to rehearse the scene for real.

Yet just as they took their marks, the bell rang.

They groaned and complained about having to do it all again tomorrow, but when Elizabeth promised that she would be here after school, they seemed placated and went on to their last class of the day.

John ran off the stage and grabbed his laptop bag from the seat, slinging it over his shoulder. “That was amazing,” he applauded, turning to face her with an awkward smile.

Elizabeth chuckled faintly. “Sometimes all you need is a little motivation.”

Speaking of which--

“John?”

“Hmm?”

She hung her head but looked up from under nervous lashes.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

It’s now or never, John told himself.

“Oh fair maiden,” he replied with a smile, “anon cannot arrive soon enough. So what say you to dinner at my place?”

Not completed yet, but ... soon.

Oh yay! Well written Sparky fic. This old English teacher's toes are curling. I love AUs, and when they are in character even more so. You've written them true to life, mature, yet playful and I didn't see any grammatical errors. Can my day get any better?

My first ever Sparky banner that I've made for Sparky She Demon

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That is lovely. We're always in need of new art around here.

[JT-2]

My kitty has forgiven me this morning. He forgave my aunt right away of course.

My headcanon is that John was still so broken up about losing Elizabeth that he couldn't even stand to pick up the book for months afterward. *nods firmly*

And yay for your cat being okay! I hope he forgives you, LOL.

Yes, and that he and Elizabeth would discuss the novel together. I'm feeling a need to read SR's War and Peace story again.

My first ever Sparky banner that I've made for Sparky She Demon

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That's very pretty!!

[Southern Red]

My kitty has forgiven me this morning. He forgave my aunt right away of course.



Yes, and that he and Elizabeth would discuss the novel together. I'm feeling a need to read SR's War and Peace story again.




That's very pretty!!

Well here ya go, but it comes with a warning. The last time I reread it, I found tons of writing errors, proving once again that those who can do and those who can't, teach. But I still like the story. One day when I have nothing to do, I'll go in and rewrite it.

[ShipperWriter]

Good morning, Sparkies! Thank God it's Friday!

meredithe, if I could see the banner you made, I am sure I would love it! But my work Internet blocks Photobucket, so I will have to look at it later!

Oh yay! Well written Sparky fic. This old English teacher's toes are curling. I love AUs, and when they are in character even more so. You've written them true to life, mature, yet playful and I didn't see any grammatical errors. Can my day get any better?

Maybe if I finish the rest of it? Thank you for the praise.